Page 47 of Keep Me (Rebel Hearts Heists 2)
Wedding Bells
Blaine
It’s the morning of the wedding.
I've yet to fall asleep except maybe an hour in one of the empty suites, not wanting to weigh down my brother or Sloane with my concerns—because I have plenty. Outside of that though there’s a general sadness that is infused throughout me, making me realize how much I miss my father. And if I miss him I know Royce fucking does even more. The man has been far more my parent than my mother ever has. I wish I could tell you I felt bad about thinking that, but I just simply don’t. Mostly because I know she doesn’t even give me much thought if we are being honest.
As I swing my legs over to the side of the bed to stand up, I let out a low groan. Rolling my shoulders I make my way toward the shower, knowing a cold shower will do me some good. After stepping into the shower and turning the water to cold, I try to wake myself up and it works in part but I know this is something that only caffeine will fix. I had a few drinks last night but overall, I've been drinking too much and not staying hydrated so it only amplifies my problem.
"Holy shit—" Sloane's squeak has me snapping my head around as she jumps out of the water, clearly planning to sneak up on me and join me. My fucking Honey Bunny. I grin and turn the water to warm, impressed that she somehow managed to sneak into the room without me noticing. Clearly this tired thing is more extensive than I realized.
"Sorry, Honey Bunny," I sigh, "trying to wake the fuck up after last night."
"Didn't sleep well?" she asks softly stepping into me as her dark locks begin to get soaked with water. I take some shampoo and after scrubbing my own hair start on hers before answering.
"Yeah, you could say that," I admit before smirking. "What about you? What did you do last night?"
Sloane nibbles on her lip and shrugs. "Nothing. Nothing at all."
"Yeah?" I arch an amused brow. "Did thatnothingget Royce and Kaden in the same fucking bed together?"
Biting her lip she concedes, "Alright it was something."
Pressing her up against the wall, I run my fingers down her body, a moan catching between us. I nearly growl realizing how wet she is, but as I rub my fingers across her wet heat up to her ass, she winces slightly and shivers. I frown and then I scowl.Oh fuck no.
"Royce did not," I growl feeling completely fucking jealous at what I know my brother did.
How do I know? Because I've been wanting to fuck Sloane's perfect ass since meeting her, so it doesn’t surprise me in the least that he did as well. I’m so fucking pissed at that motherfucker. I mean seriously, we've been playing around with the concept for a few days now, even purchasing plugs, and then he just sweeps in—
"Are you jealous Royce fucked my ass first?" Sloane asks innocently, blinking her long lashes and staring at me with mirth.
"No," I grumble and begin to rinse out her shampoo before mine. A giggle escapes Sloane before I growl, massaging the conditioner into her locks before biting down hard on her neck, making her knees give and her mouth moan out my name.
"Next time it's me," I grunt before smacking her ass.
"Promise." She winks as I shake my head.
Our shower is a rather quick one and as we step out, I make sure to wrap her securely in a fluffy robe, already hearing that the makeup and hair artist have arrived. I can also smell breakfast and I’m praying that whoever ordered it is going to share because I’m goddamn starving.
I can’t be more than maybe six a.m., if we’re being honest, so the yawn that escapes Sloane is one that I understand very well. As she tiptoes toward the master suite, greeting the staff, I hear River tell her good morning. I tug on my tux pants and socks, not bothering to wear anything else until closer to leaving. I think my mom said we need to be downstairs by eleven, but don't quote me on that shit, I barely ever listen to the woman.
As I walk down the hall, I open the master suite and narrow my eyes at my brother. Royce opens one eye, rolling away from a sleeping Kaden and offering me an antagonistic grin.
"You fucker," I grumble feeling petulant, more so than ever, before he chuckles.
"Don't worry, I'm sure you will have plenty of opportunities, Blaine."
That isn’t the goddamn point. Alright, to be fair I may have been using this as an outlet. An outlet for what? Well, some of my frustration but mostly as a distraction. The last thing I want to focus on right now is the fact that my mother is getting fucking married today.
"Blaine." Sloane's soft voice calls as I turn toward where I can smell coffee. I can’t help but smile finding that the staff have truly gone full out. At least I can give my mother props for thinking of everything.
A movable vanity has been set up as Sloane sits comfortably with a coffee mug in her hand and a woman is blow-drying her long locks. A second woman is painting her toes and a third is doing her makeup. I can see how relaxed she is and I can’t help but just sit back and watch it for a bit.
This is how Sloane should always be spoiled.
Right there and then I make myself a promise. After all this shit? I’m going to spoil the fuck out of my Honey Bunny for the rest of my life.
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