Broken Kingdom (Royal Hearts Academy #4)(43)

With that…he takes off.

And I lie there hating myself for holding on to something that pushed him away.





A small gasp leaves me when I feel a warm, wet feather touch glide over my pussy.

For a moment, I think I’m having another flashback, but after my eyes adjust to the darkness, I realize that’s not possible because I’m in Stone’s bed.

And he’s under the covers…with his head between my legs.

Shit.

A bolt of pleasure generates inside me when his tongue finds my clit and he gives it a tentative flick.

However, just as I’m starting to enjoy myself, his mouth disappears. The pleasure that was building goes poof and I’m left frustrated and confused.

Stone once confided in me that he didn’t enjoy reciprocating oral because the taste and smell was off-putting to him and it just wasn’t his thing.

Needless to say, after hearing that, I felt weird ever bringing it up or asking him to go down on me.

I’m not quite sure why he’s doing it now, but I’m certainly not going to ruin the moment and ask while he’s trying his best to please me.

His mouth returns to my pussy and he gives my clit another quick exploratory graze.

I want to tell him he needs to apply some suction and stay there a bit, but I don’t want to make him feel like he’s doing something wrong or discourage him.

Not that it would matter anyway because he withdraws his mouth again. A moment later his head appears from underneath the sheet and his cock is nestled inside of me.

“Fuck,” he croaks.

A weird feeling hits me as he begins thrusting.

I was sleeping.

Granted he was trying to take care of me, but isn’t it common courtesy to at least make sure your partner is awake before you take off their pants and go to town?

Guilt flickers in my chest when I take into account that I was having a sexual memory involving another guy.

For all I know I might have said something that led Stone to believe I was in the mood and he obliged.

“You’re so wet for me tonight,” he groans as his thrusts pick up speed.

Wanting to make it good for him, I wrap my legs tighter around his waist and moan.

His face screws up and he starts panting. “You feel so good.” A giant shudder moves through his body. “Oh, fuck. Bourne…I’m coming. I’m coming so hard.”

His lips meet mine in a long kiss as he collapses in a sweaty heap on top of me. “I love you.”

I trace the curve of his cheek. “I love you, too.”

Dipping his head, he kisses me again. “Did you come?”

I give him a small smile. “Yeah.”



In the past…

With another man.





Chapter 19





Bianca





“We’re gonna be late,” Stone mutters as he barges through the door of my dorm room.

“I know,” I tell him. “I just need two more minutes.”

Ignoring his huff of annoyance, I turn back to the mirror and finish applying my favorite shade of lipstick.

Tonight we’re having dinner with a few of Stone’s new friends from the premed program he’s in. Given he never went out of his way to make any friends before now, it’s a pretty big deal.

I quickly give myself a once-over in the mirror. I wanted to be cute but sensible, so I chose a purple off the shoulder sweater dress and paired it with some black leggings and high-heeled boots.

I can feel Stone’s eyes on me as I put on some silver hoop earrings.

“Don’t you think that’s a little…you know?”

“A little what?” I question, not understanding what he means.

He sweeps a hand up and down, gesturing to my outfit. “Your dress. It’s too short.” His eyes fall to my bare shoulder. “And showing too much skin.”

I have to stifle a laugh because my dress is pretty tame compared to some of the other articles of clothing hanging in my closet at home. “You’re kidding, right?”

The terse way his jaw sets tells me he isn’t.

Visibly irritated, he glances at his watch. “It’s too late to change now. Just wear a jacket.”

Part of me wants to argue because he’s being ridiculous, but I know it’s only because he’s nervous seeing as he’s not the best at socializing and these new friends of his are important to him.

Swallowing my annoyance, I snatch a jacket out of my closet and put it on. “Better?”

He studies me for a long beat before walking over to me.

I expect him to kiss me and apologize for being an ass, but he brushes his thumb over my lips, smearing my lipstick.

“I hate when you wear that stupid shit.”

Before I can protest, he grabs my wrist and charges out the door. “Come on. We’re late.”





“That’s fascinating,” Ruth exclaims as she takes another bite of her food. “So, how many brain scans have they conducted on you since the accident?”

Looking down at my plate, I shift uncomfortably in my seat. I suddenly feel like a specimen being studied under a microscope and I hate it.

“I’m not sure of the exact number, but I’ve definitely had a few,” I murmur, silently praying Stone takes the hint and comes to my rescue.