Page 31 of Keep Me (Rebel Hearts Heists 2)
“What do you say, my muse?” Kronin asks, his head tilted as I realize that he has been staring at me literally this entire time. “Will you come?”
Wow. Loaded question.
“The poker game sounds fun.” I look at my guys. “How does that sound?”
Kronin makes a frustrated sound before he seems to control himself and I’m really starting to think that being alone with this man in any capacity, even at a crowded event would be a terrible idea.
“Sounds like a plan,” Royce rumbles as I nod, feeling like that should fix the problem … or potentially make it worse.
After brunch, I make my way upstairs to change before the high rollers game. I’m trying not to fixate on having to go to Kronin’s room tonight, but I’m not positive that it’s going to be easy. Royce follows me into the room and closes the door as I turn to look at him with an arched brow. I relax into him as the handsome bastard wraps his arms around me, lifting me up so that I have to lock my legs around his hips.
“I hate not being able to touch you,” he grumbles and runs his fingers along my waist to where he’s gripping my ass.
I offer him a teasing smile. “Brunch was barely two hours.”
“Two hours too long if you ask me,” he growls against my lips. “Maybe we should just announce our relationship. It would serve as a good distraction.”
I smirk and then frown straight after. “I’m wondering when Van Der Beck is going to threaten to put out that video of you and I—”
“Fucking?” He smirks, making me blush a bit. Royce frowns. “I’ll fucking kill him if he releases that. I don’t want anyone but us seeing you coming. However, I do want that video for personal reasons, of course …”
“Personal huh?” I grin as he brushes a kiss to my lips, teasing me. “But seriously what do we do if he releases it?”
Royce frowns yet again and I feel the urge to smooth his forehead with my hand or kiss that frown away. “I wish we knew where he has it stored. Don’t worry Sloane, we’ll figure it out, you know I would never let anything bad happen to you. Not like that.”
“I know,” I state honestly. I have words that I want to say and they’re right on the tip of my tongue but then the door opens as River yawns, walking on in as if he didn’t just interrupt us. Royce shakes his head not even looking upset but almost amused as Rivs falls face first onto the bed. Is it a good time to tell him that Blaine fucked me in there last night?
“What did she send you?” Blaine asks strolling in as I walk over to the large closet, finding two garment bags hanging. As I unzip one, my eyebrows go up realizing that they aren’t ugly exactly … just wow, they don’t leave anything to the imagination. What the hell is she wearing to this shit? Kaden walks in and turns on the TV, watching out for something but I have no idea what, so I step into the closet and strip before pulling on the first dress. For the record, I totally would have stripped in the main room also … but I’m just not sure we’re there yet. You know, me naked with all four of them. Then again maybe we could be.
“This is the rehearsal—”
“Absolutely fucking not.” Kaden of all people has me snapping my head up as he looks at me with his eyes heated and jaw clenched. Blaine is laughing looking at Royce who is just staring at me with wide eyes that have a fascinating amount of lust and a horrified realization in them at the same time.
“I’m just not sure.” River smirks with amusement. “Could you turn around Sloane?” As I do Royce swears and leaves the room making me laugh even harder. To be fair, the dress is not only a couture dress but it’s literally a scrap of silk.
The pale lavender dress dips in the back down to the arch of my ass and the top has a lower V as well with two panels that tighten at the waist to flow out into a shorter skirt. The panels are held up with a diamond like halter strap that is a theme also echoed on the shoes she selected. It’s nothing I would ever wear but damn do my boobs look fantastic.
“I like it,” I tease Kaden.
He stands up and walks out leaving me with River who looks like he’s having the time of his life, and Blaine who can’t stop laughing. I walk back into the closet and hang it up before trying on the dress for the wedding, my brow going up again because, wow. It’s bright. Now, I’ve never been a bridesmaid before but I feel like this deserves some type of award frankly. The hot pink dress is tight from top to bottom with a thigh high slit and diamond straps.Like I said, diamonds were totally a theme here.
“Fuck you have a great body,” Blaine mumbles as River lets out a whistle. Kaden freezes in the doorjamb holding a beer and narrows his eyes at my dress as if the garment has done something wrong. Royce is a lost cause, he’s not even in the room anymore. I hum happily, loving their reaction and not bothering to hide my amusement as I go to change. My lips quirk up knowing that, of course, I need something tonight that will make an impact as well. Searching through the clothes I have, I find the perfect thing.
Shimmying on the white snakeskin skirt that’s high waisted and has a slit in it, despite being knee-length, I turn in the mirror looking at it approvingly before pulling out a silk top in a bright red color that’s cropped and will show off the slight tan I’m getting. I complete the outfit with white heeled sandals and walk out feeling good about myself.
“I give up,” Royce mutters, looking distressed.
“Come on boys,” I chime, “we have a poker game to get to.”
My biggest issue? I have no idea how to play poker.
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Royce
One of two things is going to happen. I’m either going to kill every male in this room or I’m taking Sloane over my shoulder and leaving, consequences be damned. I don’t think I could hate anyone more than the bastard I’m planning to ruin but honestly, Kronin is coming in a close second. The happiness from earlier? Quickly fading as I sit at the poker table. Sloane stands behind me, her hands resting on my chair when I really want them on my shoulders. The others are spread throughout the room, Kaden with a beer in hand and keeping an eye on everything no doubt, while Alicia talks on and on to Blaine, his posture more tense as the minutes tick by. Then there’s River who is just doing whatever the hell it is that he does, looking amused when really the situation isn’t fucking funny. At all.
When it’s time to show our hand, I smile as I realize that I won the round, Sloane bouncing behind me slightly no doubt resisting the urge to say something adorable. I probably would have pulled her down on my lap if asshole one and two weren’t right fucking there. I arch a brow realizing how much that round was worth before starting the next one. I play several hands and each time I win or do fairly fucking well. Sloane squeezes my shoulder and instantly Kronin and Van Der Beck look at it like two hawks, causing me to nearly roll my eyes. Instead, I just let her leave her hand there … let them think whatever the hell they want. I’m getting tired of this shit anyway and I’m damn close to just hauling her against me and kissing her in public to prove just who exactly she belongs to.
