Keep Me (Rebel Hearts Heists #2) - M. Sinclair Page 0,29
said, I’ve decided to give him the benefit of the doubt. True, being here makes working this case easier with the inside Royce and Blaine provide, but the fact that he included River and I when he negotiated immunity is a sure indication that he does care about us. Right? So for now I’m willing to give him a second chance, one my heart demands because I am sure as fuck falling for Kaden and I can only pray he feels the same.
“Fuck,” Blaine mumbles, “keep making noises like that and we won’t be leaving this room.”
I laugh softly, grabbing my clutch as Royce swirls his drink, causing the ice cubes to clink in the expensive crystal tumbler as I follow the two of them toward the elevator. How these massive football players turned into fucking James Bond clones is beyond me, but I can literally feel the power humming under their skin. Especially Royce. I have a suspicion that he isn’t feeling his normal calm and collected self. Then again, Blaine is somewhat out of character as well. I hate that these bastards are stressing them out so much.
The elevator ride is somewhat quiet as Royce tugs me against his chest, running his nose against my neck as if absorbing my scent. He grunts, “I’m really wishing we had just announced our situation, not touching you in public for the next few days is going to drive me fucking crazy.”
Honestly I was wondering when he was going to say something, Royce is naturally pretty possessive and ever since he kissed me that first time, he’s been very hands on. I fucking love it so I am sharing his grievance.
Blaine grins and offers me a smile. “Don’t worry brother, I’ll touch her enough for the both of us.”
The elevator dings as I step away, rolling my eyes at Blaine but unable to not smile because tipsy Blaine is flirty as hell. I squeak as he comes up behind me, wraps a hand around my waist and nips my ear in warning. What is he going to do? Spank me? God I fucking hope so.
“Your eye rolling is going to get you fucked,” he voices quietly.
“You say that like it’s a threat,” I offer as Royce throws a look to both of us, putting a pep in my step, nearing the large man. My eyes go wide as we cross the elegant four-story high ceiling lobby towards an arch that has gilded gold trim running along the edges. Sounds of laughter, claps, and glasses clinking along with the bings of casino games suddenly fills the space. I smile at the bright colors that run along the outside edges of the casino, the machines catching my eye right away along with the large tables of expensively dressed men and women gambling.
“What should we play?” I ask curiously.
“I’m going to get a drink,” Blaine mutters and my eyes flash across the room to see his soon to be step-father playing at one of the tables. I shake my head realizing that he is surrounded by other men and women including two that are hanging on his arms openly. Does this always happen? Does Blaine’s mom not care? Then again, I really didn’t like the look she gave Rivs so maybe that’s their ‘thing.’ Insecurity reminding me why I came down here, hits me hard. Yeah. I need a drink.
“Do you want to play at the table or the machines?” Royce asks floating a hand right above my lower back. I look up and feel my heart stutter at the intensity there. Woah. He’s more than a bit worked up. Before I can answer, he’s leading me toward a roulette table. I shiver at his commanding voice as he orders a drink for himself and a lemon drop martini for me. I really want to climb on the man’s lap because he’s being so goddamn sexy. James Bond like sexy. I stand next to him at the table and he buys in to start playing.
Luckily, the atmosphere at the table itself is pretty light hearted and people cycle through in the few minutes before I get my drink. I try looking for Blaine and see his frame sitting at the bar talking to the bartender, probably intending to get even more wasted. I look at Royce who’s watching him with concern but continuing to play. I down my drink wondering if this entire situation was a terrible idea. After my second or third drink,