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I do as he asks, and oh my god!

He’s deeper.

His rough palms slide along my stomach, nearly reaching my throat and holding me down so my back stays flat on the mattress.

His fingers spread wide, biting into my skin and I moan, clenching around him.

“Pinch those nipples for me, yeah?” he rasps, his head falling back as he pumps faster, but when I do as he says, a cried moaning leaves me his head snaps back.

“She likes a little pain,” he murmurs, flexing inside me, and I squeeze him back.

His hands fall back to my hips and he grows wilder, hungrier and I might be bruising my nipples I’m pulling so tight, but god, I can’t stop.

My breathing picks up, my eyes closing, and I tug and twist at them.

Royce’s nose is pushing me out of the way seconds later and he bites down, sending me into a tailspin.

I clasp my arms around his neck and he falls forward, his weight on me as he pumps into me with full, long strokes.

I start to shake, and he moans, nipping at my neck, kissing at my throat and then his lips command mine.

“Kiss me while you come, Tink.”

I do and he twitches with me, the pleasure perfect and explosive.

As he starts to come down, his eyes find mine, so tender that my chest grows tight.

Minutes pass of us simply staring at each other, and then I’m on my side beside him, in his bed. Under his covers.

My hands glide along the thick, expensive material of his comforter. “Black on black. I could have guessed as much.”

“Like my soul.” His lips run along my collarbone.

I grin into the night. “Like your eyes while you fucked me.”

“Mm,” he moans. “You said fuck again.”

I laugh and his head lifts.

“I didn’t fuck you, by the way,” he tells me. “I stole you.”

My brows jump teasingly. “Stole me?”

“Yeah. You don’t belong to you anymore.”

My throat grows thick as I stare at the boy beside me. “Is that right?”

He nods. “You belong to me and there’s nothing you can do to change that.”

My blood runs warm, my chest squeezing. “I think I’m okay with that.”

“Wouldn’t matter if you weren’t.”

I laugh, my head falling to the side and he grins, crawling on top of me.

His lips skate along my throat, and when he reaches my mouth, he smiles, a softness in his gaze he’s yet to share but can’t or chooses not to hide.

His hand trails over my breast, and he grins when my nipples pebble for him. “Lie down, baby girl. Let me show you what you do to me.”

There’s so much I want to say to him right now, but none of it would be enough to convey what I’m feeling, so instead of trying, I do as he wishes, and he does what he says.

Twice.

Chapter 29

Brielle

 

Royce took a few calls, slipped from his bed long enough to bring back food, but other than that we didn’t leave.

Now, it’s a little after nine in the morning, and a full thirty-ish hours later that I’m slipping from Royce’s room and down the stairs. I almost make it to the door when a throat clears, causing my muscles to lock up on me.

My head snaps toward the sound and I suddenly have a desperate need to disappear.

Not one, not two, but all of the Brays are scattered around in the kitchen.

Raven and Maddoc lean against the counter, coffee cups in hand. Captain has Victoria wrapped up while she stirs something on the stovetop. Zoey sits at the bar, holding on to the little pink wolf and then there’s Rolland, the boys’ dad.

He’s sitting beside Zoey, his new grandson in his arms.

They must have just gotten home, and here I am... killing their morning.

“Well.” My shoulders fall. “This is embarrassing.”

Raven is the first to crack, and then low chuckles follow around the room.

My face might be bright red right now, not that I’d know it. I’m too mortified to tell.

Maddoc reaches over Raven, pulling another coffee mug from the cupboard, and holds it out for me.

“Oh... no, I... just no.” I shake my head, spin on my heels and yelp, my hand flying to my chest.

Royce grins in front of me. “Scared?”

“Dying inside,” I hiss, but not in a whisper. I know he’d only say it louder, so I let them hear and another round of laughs follow.

“Good. Now next time you won’t try to sneak out.”

“I wasn’t sneaking. I was, you know, quietly leaving.”

“Sneaking.” He pushes closer and good god, he’s shirtless, and oh look, my bra’s in my hand. I stuff it beneath my shirt—more laughs.

Royce crosses his arms. “So, did you not catch how I said ‘next time’?”

“What—” I tilt my head. “Yeah, I did...”

His head tugs back, a look of pure confusion on his face.

I’m pretty sure I hear a muffled ‘oh boy’ that can only come from his dad.

“And nothin’?” He crosses his arms.

A laugh bubbles out of me. “Do you really think I’d be here if I wasn’t positive this wouldn’t end here?”

“Yes.”

This time, I’m laughing with his family and his glare snaps their way.

I take a deep breath and close the small gap between us.

He looks down his nose at me, a small frown in place, but once my body is near his, he can’t help himself, and his arms wrap me in.

“You’re adorably wrong, Playboy.”

His hold tightens, I fight the sigh that tries to escape.

“And you’re annoyingly naïve if you think you’re walking out that door right now, so park that ass, Tink, and get ready for some Brayshaw breakfast.” He releases me and walks into the kitchen.

When I glance back, everyone has moved on, no one is staring, and all are going about their normal routine. Reaching beyond each other, shifting out of the other’s way.

One grabs the milk, the other the bread, one a pan.

Raven pours the coffee and Victoria pulls out the silverware.

As I dare to inch closer, it’s Raven who spins toward me with a brow raised and hidden wink. “Coffee?”

“Hot Chocolate?”

Her grin is wide and instant, her eyes tight and something else I can’t note. They shift to Royce, to the glass set out on the counter that must have been for him, something hot and steaming already inside it, and drops the one Maddoc pulled out for me directly beside it, a low and self-murmured, “perfect” following.

“Take a seat, Brielle.” Rolland smiles softly. “I hope you like crepes.”

“It’s my first time making them, so if they suck, lie to me.” Cap grins.

“Oooh, Daddy!” Zoey’s little hands come up to her mouth. “You want her to tell a lie? That’s not honest! That’s bad.”

Cap’s mouth opens, but he looks to Victoria for help, and she sweeps in with ease.

“ZoZo, remember how I used to eat all the sweets you wanted to share with me, even though sweets aren’t my favorite?” She smiles at her daughter.

Zoey nods, pushing her blonde curls from her eyes. “Um, because you wanted to be kind? Make me happy?”

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