Keep Me (Rebel Hearts Heists #2) - M. Sinclair Page 0,4
wet lace covered center.
His words are soft. “You were running from a situation, Sloane. Kaden brought this fucking situation on himself. He betrayed us. You were clear from the start that you were running and that the FBI was after you because of that. I can’t be mad at you sweetheart. Of course, I wish you had trusted us enough to tell us—”
“I almost did in the bathtub at the cabin in Oregon,” I whisper as he starts the shower. “I didn’t want you to think that I was too much trouble. I didn’t want to lose you guys …”
His eyes heat at my words as he takes off my panties and then my bra, before slipping off his boxers, his hard cock rigid and long. I find it hard to look away from it even when he leads me into the shower’s hot stream of water and I inhale the mint scented steam there.
“Blaine.” I moan slightly as the man begins to massage my skin lightly with rosemary mint smelling body wash, causing me to melt into his touch. His large, rough hands trailing over my skin leave goose bumps and I can feel myself growing wetter between my legs. I inhale as he begins to rinse me off, his large finger skimming across my slit.
Honestly, his reaction is so different than I expected. I know that I still need to talk to Royce, but this? This understanding is everything and so fucking different than anything I’d have predicted.
“You are so wet, beautiful,” he mumbles. “Fuck, the things I want to do to you are twisted.”
“Do them.” I practically beg, shivering as he chuckles softly, his fingers dipping further into me and making my eyes flutter.
“Not until we are completely alone, Sloane,” he whispers softly nibbling on my ear. “I don’t want a time limit on enjoying your body for the first time. Because I know that once I’ve sunk into this tight little pussy I won’t be able to stop until I fuck you raw, your cries of pleasure echoing throughout the entire space.”
“Fuck,” I mumble as he begins to circle my clit with his thumb, and I cling to him shaking slightly. My breath catches as his hand wraps around my throat, tight enough that I feel the pressure, and my eyes close. My nipples tighten painfully and his head dips, I arch my chest towards him so that his tongue and teeth can mark up my chest.
I whimper out his name as I roll my hips, the friction from his thick fingers and the pressure from his thumb, creating a storm of pleasure. My nails bite into his massive golden muscular shoulders as I cry out, his teeth gently tugging on my tight erect nipples. The room is spinning and I feel an orgasm rise up like a fucking tsunami wave, before crashing over me. I gasp out his name as my knees shake, his arms catch me with ease as his lips descend down on mine.
Kissing Blaine is dark and electric. My fingers intertwine in his hair as my back hits the shower wall, his lips softly devouring me as I come down from my orgasm. Instantly, the pleasure brings a relaxed sleepy state and any sign of a panic attack is gone. This man is fucking brilliant.
“Listen to me,” he says softly, pulling back. “Whatever this is. We are going to get through it. Fuck, Pierce. Fuck, Kaden. Royce and I are always going to keep you safe Sloane. I mean hell, I can even include River in that. The fucker is crazy but at least he’s honest. I need you to trust that we are going to handle this though, beautiful. Shit is going to get messy but I promise that once this asshole gets his, the four of us will get the fuck away from all of this and ...”
“And?” I whisper.
He smiles. “No fucking clue, but a tropical island and a drink sounds pretty fantastic right now.”
A small laugh comes from me as he shuts the water off. I sigh as he pats off my form with a soft towel before wrapping me in it, his sitting low on his hips. I swallow nervously as the door opens, Blaine walks out and Royce steps in, tugging his shirt over his head. I pause from brushing my hair and stare at him with concerned eyes.
“Princess,” he speaks softly, his eyes darkening. “Come here.”
Instantly, I am plastered against his chest. I breathe in