Sicko(9)

He rolls me onto my back as his hand covers my mouth. He pulls my legs until I’m spread wide. The outline of his hair is all I can see in the darkness of the room. We’re still in the pool house. Did he chase me?

“You have to be quiet, Duchess.” His head turns and I follow his eyesight to where Annette is sleeping peacefully on the floor snuggled in blankets. He snuck into my bed while she slept. I don’t care.

Nodding my head, he loosens his grip slightly, and that’s when I feel the heat of his chest against mine. He grinds his hips into me slowly, sliding his hand away from my lips as his come down to mine. My chest turns to fire, my belly igniting along with it at the connection of our lips. His tongue licks mine with the same possessiveness that I always knew he had as his head dips beneath the covers.

“Roy!” I whisper-yell, reaching for his hair. He pushes my hands away and slips my panties to the side. I really should have worn pants. “R—” His warm mouth covers the tip of my clit, his tongue sliding up and circling the nub.

“Oh my f—” One of his hands is back on my mouth as his tongue laps over my clit. It takes two seconds for my legs to shake and my core to clench as my orgasm ripples over my innocent body in waves. He moves up my body, stretching my legs wide.

“You wanna do this?” He brushes his nose with mine, his lips grazing slightly. “There’s no going back.”

“I don’t want to go back. Take it.”

“Why?” he asks, his fingers flexing near my collarbone. His thick tip is pressing against my wet entrance, and all it would take would be one little… I push my hips up and his cock is an inch inside, stretching my tight walls. I flinch. “Why, Duchess?” he whispers against my lips.

I wrap my arm around his neck and nibble on his bottom lip. “Because I’d only ever want it to be you.” He slides inside of me at once, filling me to the brink until I feel my soul seep out of my body and a scream rip out of my lips—

“Duchess!”

Orson? Someone is shaking my shoulders.

“Wake up! Now!”

“What?” My eyes pop open and I’m met with the darkness of the room bar one lamp. Orson is standing over me, his hoodie thrown over his head. “Royce got into a fight with Derek Chambers, we’re going back to your house.”

“What?” I ask, propping up onto my elbows. “Why does it matter if he got into a fight with Chambers!” Fucking idiot boys, and speaking of idiots… that dream was—no comment.

“It matters because Royce fucked him up good and almost killed him. We’re leaving—now.”

“What?” I fly out of the covers so fast and start yanking on my hoodie. “Where’s Royce?” I swipe my hair out of my face and zip it up. He almost killed him? This is bad. Royce doesn’t need another legal stint.

“Royce is fine, he’s already on the boat. Chambers barely got a hit in.”

I didn’t ask why Orson was here and Royce wasn’t. I swipe up my phone and push it into my pocket before we make our way back down to the beach. People have long since left, and the only boat that’s docked in is Royce’s. There are a few people scattered across the shore, asleep, but for the most part, it was just a fucking mess. I feel bad for Orson’s cleanup crew.

Picking up my pace, I run across into the water and jump into the boat, when I see Royce lying on his back on one of the sofas with his arm covering his face. One leg is hanging over the chair while the other is perched up.

“He’s asleep. I’ll drive.” Orson begins untying us when I start up the boat. Storm walks out from below with a pale face.

“What’s wrong?” I ask Storm, who looks more uncomfortable than usual.

He shakes his head. “He almost killed him.”

I run my tongue over my lip, turning my head over my shoulder to cast a glance at Royce, who still hadn’t moved. I’d like to say that I didn’t think Royce had it in him to seriously kill someone, but if you give him something worth dying for, he will kill for them.

I clear my throat, my thoughts on the dream I had just minutes ago. It all felt too real. Way too real. Seeing him so soon after the vivid images that are still fresh in my head is raising goose bumps over my skin and making my heart beat faster than it ever did before.

Storm nudges his head over his shoulder. “I’ll drive. Go do your thing.” I release the steering wheel and inch backward until I’m back near Royce. The inside and outside of the boat is lit up from the neon LED lights, deep blue hues accentuating his figure. His dark jeans, military-style boots tied loosely at his feet, and the hoodie that’s pulled over his head.

“Are you gonna stand there and stare or start yelling so we can get this over with?” He shifts his arm above his head and I finally get the first peek of his chiseled high cheekbones and soft lips. Lips I felt in my dream. All too real. Why the fuck did that feel so real. “Come here.” The way his voice wraps around those simple words is the very reason why my heart drops to my stomach. His tongue flicks out and dampens his bottom lip. “Now, Duchess…”

Finally, I take a seat beside him, blowing out a steady breath of air. His arm hooks around my waist and he yanks me down onto his chest, while keeping me to his side, both arms now wrapping around me as he pulls me in close and buries his nose in my hair. From a distance, if you weren’t in our circle, it would look intimate, and it definitely feels it to me right after that dream, but I know without a shadow of a doubt that to Royce, it would just be a big brother hugging his younger sister type hug.