“They’ve been together off and on for a while,” Marc says in my ear. I turn to face him, and he grabs me and pulls me into him. My body collides with his, and then his hands are back on my waist. We start dancing once more, and I find myself lost in his touch, imagining it was Royal.
He leans down and presses his lips to mine, and I let him kiss me. It doesn’t feel like Royal, but it does feel good enough to keep going.
He keeps kissing me as he pulls my body closer to his. I gasp for air as his lips slowly move down my neck. I’m lost in his touch, his kiss.
He keeps going even as he walks us toward the stairs and then lifts me to carry me up. I wrap my legs around his waist, and we keep going at each other until we get into a room.
“Take your clothes off,” he tells me as he sets me on my feet. My head is spinning as I stand, unsure what to do. I was a good time girl, but do I want to sleep with this guy? I shake my head, trying to think it over as the door is kicked open. A seething Royal storms in and grabs Marc, spinning him around and punching him in the face. Marc stumbles back and hits the wall before coming back after him. I stumble back, confused as they beat theshit out of each other. Just as I’m about to look for help, Jeremy comes in.
“Fuck me,” he grumbles as he calls for some other guys and rushes over. A few more guys rush in and help, but when they pull them apart, it’s Royal who stares me down.
Chapter 11
Royal
I beat the shit out of Marc, and for what? A girl I’ve known for a few days? I’m pissed at myself for it. I’m pissed at her for being here and holding my fucking attention.
I wipe my hand over my face to clear the blood as I stare at her. Part of me wants to tell her to fuck off and leave, but the other part wants to fuck her senseless and dare her to tell me no.
“What the hell, Royal?” Jeremy roars, shoving me back a step. My eyes move to River before coming back to meet Jeremy’s.
“It’s nothing,” I tell him before my eyes move back to her. I can’t help it. I don’t know what the fuck it is about her drawing me in.
Jeremy looks over his shoulder to see where I’m looking before dragging his gaze back to meet mine.
“You’re fucking kidding me?” he hisses at me.
“Fuck this. I’m out,” I tell him, shoving his hands away from me. I start toward the door, but he doesn’t let me get that far. He grabs my arm and pulls me back.
“We haven’t even been here that long. Just calm the fuck down,” he tells me. He’s right. I’m getting pissed over a girl. That’s not something I do. Never have and didn’t plan on it either, but there’s something about River I like even though I shouldn’t.
I nod my head before walking past him, grabbing River’s arm as I go. I drag her along with me and back down into the living room. Whatever this need is in me, I can’t stop it.
I drag her over to the chair in the corner and sit, pulling her into my lap. Someone passes me another joint, I take it, and bring it to my lips. River leans back against me, and I slide my free hand around her stomach and straight into the front of her pants.
“There are people,” she argues as if I give a shit.
“So?”
“They’ll see you.”
“I don’t care,” I tell her as I slide my fingers inside her. Her head drops back against me as I slide my fingers in and out of her. I pass the joint off, and that’s when I see we have an audience. I chuckle, which gets her attention. She looks up and then tries to pull my hand away.
“Let them watch you come for me, River.”
“No. Stop,” she says, but I keep going.
“You’re going to let them watch you come all over my fingers. Either that or on my face. Your choice,” I growl at her. She gasps as she starts to roll her hips against my hand. She has enough weed and alcohol in her to not give a shit, and I’m just me, the man who doesn’t care who sees what.
“Turn your head and kiss me,” I demand. River turns her head, and then our mouths collide. My tongue sinks into her mouth, toying with hers. She moans around it, and I devour her lips with mine.
I keep my fingers moving in and out of her, even while everyone is watching us, until she comes for me. Sinking her teeth into my lip until I taste blood. I growl low in my throat as I keep fucking kissing her. I can’t get enough. I don’t want to.
People begin to cheer when I pull my mouth from hers. I slowly slide my hand out of her pants as her cheeks turn pink.
“Next time I want you to come on my face.”
“Wh-what?”
