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?”
“You heard me, River. I want you riding my fucking face next time.”
Another drink is thrust into my hand, and I gladly take it. I swallow it down as River stirs in my lap. I grip her thigh with my free hand to hold her still.
“You keep that up, and you’re going to ride my cock right here in front of everyone,” I warn her. She shifts once more before becoming still.
I drink and watch the party around me, but it takes all the strength I have not to strip her naked and fuck her right here.
I keep an eye on the room when I hear the sirens. I shove River off my lap, nearly causing her to fall on the floor, before righting her.
“We need to go,” I tell her, grabbing her hand in mine. I drag her through the mass of people and out the back door as the sirens get closer. Then I take off running with her next to me.
We run down the block and keep going until neither of us can breathe. Even then, we don’t stop until she does. She doubles over and throws up everything she drank tonight.
I step back and let her handle her business while I catch my breath. When she stands up straight again, she looks over at me.
“What was that?” she asks.
“Cops.”
“We weren’t doing anything. Why did we run?”
“Illegal drugs. Underage drinking. A girl I kidnapped,” I tell her. She nods her head slowly as if she didn’t think of that. “You good now?”
“Yeah. Should we go back for Jeremy?” she asks. I shake my head and motion for her to follow me.
We walk down the block and back to the bus stop, catching the bus when it arrives. We ride it back to the other side of town before heading back to the hotel.
Once we’re inside, she heads for the bathroom while I drop onto the bed. I lay back and close my eyes when I hear the door open. I don’t look up, though. I just lie here. Then I feel her. She climbs on the bed, straddling me. Her pussy presses against my cock, and that bastard leaps to life.
“What the fuck are you doing?” I ask her as she slowly moves on me.
“Thought you wanted it.”
“Is that what you think?” I ask her before looking up at her.
She looks at me, and I can see the embarrassment in her eyes.
She slowly begins to climb off me, and I let her.
She climbs up on the bed and lays down, facing away from me.
I sit up and pull my clothes off before sliding into bed next to her.
I reach over and roll her toward me, so she’s facing me.
“Nothing good comes from me, River. And as you can see for yourself, I have issues controlling myself when it comes to something I want.”
“What does that mean?” she asks.
“It means be very careful with what you give me.”