Page 44 of Keep Me (Rebel Hearts Heists 2)
Stress Relief
Kaden
Ihate seeing that fear in her eyes. I want to kill her ex if he isn’t already dead for putting that fear there. What I don’t tell Sloane is that I asked Walker to run a face recognition program on all the guests and employees of the resort. If Hunter’s in Monte Carlo I agree that he’s probably close, waiting to try and grab Sloane like in Seattle. But this time, I’m not going to be caught with my pants down. I’m not going to let him get close to her, if it’s the last thing I do. I have no more secrets keeping me from my woman and it’s true what I told her on that ledge: I fear nothing, not even death. My only fear is losing Sloane and whoever dares threaten her safety better know that I’ll protect her no matter what the cost.
“Baby,” I whisper running my fingers through her silky hair, “I’ve got you.We’vegot you. Trust me, if he’s alive, he’ll have to get through me and the guys before he even gets to look at you. We’ll make sure to be alert and that one of us is always with you.”
Her smile is sweet and provocative at the same time.
“That reminds me of when I was your captive. Remember? I was barely allowed to use the bathroom by myself.”
I chuckle, placing a kiss at the base of her neck and then dragging my lips all the way up, until our mouths touch. “I think deep down you liked having one of us always with you.”
She surrounds my neck with her arms and I feel her smile more than see it. “I think you’re kinda right. Even River. Ok, maybe River grew on me with time but—”
I kiss her, softly. I play with her lips, nibbling on them until she opens her mouth with a sigh, moving and coming to straddle me, making me catch fire. Our kiss turns into something harder, faster. Need is burning bright between us in every swipe of our tongues, in every touch of my hands.
I’m holding her hips keeping her balanced but not for long, I can’t resist the urge to touch her skin and my hands find their way under Sloane’s oversized shirt, cupping her smooth, toned ass. Sloane moans as I nip at her bottom lip and there’s a growl. But it doesn’t come from me. We both look at the bedroom door, she has to twist in my lap to do that.
Royce is standing by the doorjamb, his green eyes blazing with something that could equally be fury or lust. And judging by the obvious bulge in his pants, I bet it’s the second.
“Fuck,” he mutters. “That’s the hottest thing I’ve ever seen. I could look at you two forever … or I can leave if you’d rather not have an audience.”
That’s very unusual behavior for Royce. He isn’t the type to tiptoe around things or ask permission to do something. His natural leader abilities are paired with one of the most dominant personalities I’ve ever encountered, even within the FBI. But somehow I’m not surprised to see him hesitant and it’s not because of a lack of confidence or anything. It’s because of Sloane. The man fucking melts in front of her, he turns into the gentlest creature you could ever imagine. That’s what she’s done to all of us, she’s tamed us without even trying, with her sweet but feisty personality.
She looks at Royce’s huge form for a long moment and then she challenges him. “I’d rather you not watch, Royce.” I can’t miss the disappointment on Royce’s face as he begins to turn on his heels. “I mean, having you watch us is hot but I’d prefer it if you joined us. If you’re both cool with it.”
I nod and before I’m even done doing it, Royce sits on the ottoman and I shift so that while I’m kissing Sloane’s lips, he can do the same with the back of her neck. I can feel her heart beating faster against my chest as Royce’s hands come around to the front cupping her tits. For a long moment the silence in the room is broken only by the sound of our lips on Sloane’s skin and by our labored breathing.
While my fingers slip beneath the soft lace of her panties, Royce lowers the straps of her dress freeing Sloane’s perfect tits. “Shit, I love your tits, Princess,” he declares as he tweaks both her hardened nipples at the same time.
“You should feel how fucking wet she is,” I offer, stroking her damp, smooth skin. My fingers are inching down, teasing around her entrance but not taking the plunge yet, to make sure that our attentions aren’t overwhelming.
But my sweet girl kisses me harder, panting against my mouth. “Kaden, please …”
I exchange a look with Royce and stand up, lifting Sloane in my arms and walking her to the king-sized bed followed by my friend. Royce and I both sit on the bed with Sloane kneeling between us and no one speaks as we help each other out of our clothes. There’s tension between us and it’s not just sexual tension. I know Royce has shared girls with Blaine before, even Sloane.
In my case, I worked with Royce on the football field and robbed banks with him but I never thought we’d ever find ourselves naked together with the girl of my dreams between us. But you know what? The way he’s looking at Sloane tells me that this is all about her, after all we’re both possessive when it comes to her so what counts is giving her what she wants.
I kiss her lips again, slowly this time, aware of Royce’s gaze fixed on us. Her hands descend from my shoulders to my chest, continuing down my abs, exploring every ridge and valley. I’m as hard as steel and her touch only makes the situation worse. I need to be inside of her like I need air.
“Baby,” I moan, rubbing my engorged tip all over her slit and I catch Royce staring at us while he peppers kisses on the back of her shoulders.
“I want you, Kaden,” she states pushing me down gently and straddling my hips, hovering over my erection, her green eyes two pools of desire.
“Are you gonna fuck him, Princess?” Royce’s rumble reaches me through the thick fog of my arousal and I don’t miss the commanding way in which he grabs her hips from behind, guiding her down onto my stiff dick but stopping just short of taking the plunge down on it.
“Yes,” she breathes out and Royce lowers her down onto me. The feeling of sinking into her wet, soft heat inch by delicious inch is almost enough to embarrass myself, so I close my eyes. I try to even my breathing and concentrate on my own heartbeat and that seems to do the trick.
When I reopen my eyes, Sloane hasn’t moved. Royce has her turning her head toward him and is devouring her mouth with a fierce kiss.
“Fuck, that’s hot,” I grind out, feeling myself twitch inside of her and not missing the moan that Royce swallows with his kiss.
When he releases her, Sloane begins rocking her hips and grinding onto me and I get lost in the pleasure that each of her movements causes, almost forgetting about Royce, who hasn’t let go of her hips. Honestly, I am really fucking glad he is here because as usual the moment I am inside of her, I lose all rationale.
“Good girl,” he approves as she keeps moving on me. “Kaden is loving your tight pussy. Aren’t you, Kades?”
The sound that comes from my throat is just raw approval, I’m definitely beyond coherent words right now.
