Stolen Hood

by The Grim Sisters

  “Why is that wrong? Not the fighting part obviously,” I murmur. “If you like two people, than you do. None of us have the fucking right to judge here, sweetheart.”

  She groans and narrows her pretty glittering eyes, “why are you being so nice about this? Can’t I just wallow in my self pity?”

  I grin and chuckle, “sorry, sweetheart, no can do.”

  Her returning smile makes me happy as she speaks tilting her head slightly “So if I admit to liking two people, and that isn’t wrong… What about admitting to liking three?”

  Everything inside me freezes for a moment as I raise a brow. “Guess it depends on who that third person is.”

  Her eyes darken slightly as she looks over my expression. I want so badly to hear her answer so I can finally get some fucking clarity on us. So of course, the knock at the bedroom door frame has both of us looking up. John gives both of us a confused glance before speaking.

  “I was able to get in,” he says, his voice rough as Robyn flings up, my hands grabbing her hips so she doesn’t fall off the fucking bed.

  “Where?” She demands, her voice harsh.

  “That’s the fucking problem,” Richard answers, standing next to John, his face clean and clear of any blood. “Your brother has four locations he’s been searching. He planned to be gone for at least a week, visiting each.”

  Robyn mutters a curse and stands up, my eyes flicker down to her ass because I really can’t fucking help myself. Then like the whirlwind she is, her bright hair follows her out as she goes to look at the locations. Both boys follow after her as I stand and shake my head. I pick up my phone to call someone to clean up their fucking mess. Robyn will never admit to it, but I know she likes it when people go out of their way to handle shit like that.

  Next fucking time we’re alone, I’m going to fucking tell Robyn exactly how I feel about her admittance of liking three people.

  Chapter Eleven

  Robyn

  Archie gives the guys one hour to pull their shit together, go home, pack a bag, and be back in time to go to the airport, or they'd be left behind. I can’t say I’ll be too disappointed if they were left behind. Maybe if I don’t see them, I can pretend my problems with them don’t exist.

  Wishful thinking.

  Both Richard and John are back well within the time limit. Like me, they probably already had a bag packed. It’s a necessity in our business. We never know when we need to leave at a moment's notice. Archie drives us towards the airport in his Cadillac SUV.

  The ride to JFK is quiet, all of us lost in our heads. More than once Archie’s words run through my head. I still can’t get over the fact that he sees nothing wrong with me wanting to be with more than one man. Would he still feel the same way if he knew I was interested in him too? I didn’t get a chance to tell him before John interrupted us. And fucking Rich. I don’t know what his deal is. Sure he said I was his, but the most shocking factor? He didn’t bail when he found out about John. Hell, he had already known. I never took Richard for the sharing type. Fuck, Richard doesn’t take Richard for the sharing type. I doubt today will be the last smackdown between the two. Is it wrong I found the whole show hot as fuck? I told you, I have problems. Speaking of which, one of those problems is currently looking me dead in the eyes.

  “What?” I ask Rich, raising my brow. The two of us are in the back seat, John and Archie talking quietly in the front, their voices barely audible over the classical music. Despite just being in a fight, Richard still looks like a Roman God. It’s totally unfair. If that were me, I would have raccoon eyes or something equally as dreadful. The slight purple bruising around his nose just makes him look even hotter. The man just did it for me. Hell, all fucking three of them did it for me. I’m so fucking fucked.

  “Where did you go?” He questions.

  I pretend like I have no idea what he is talking about, “what do you mean?”

  “Red,” he growls quietly. “What’s wrong?”

  “Nothing,” I lie. If you want someone to not know you’re lying, you should make the lie believable. This is a rule I know well, but being around these three have put me off my game. Like, ‘nothing’? Really?

  “You can do better than that, Red. Like when you tried to lie to me last night about not wanting me,” he voices with a spark of amusement and a lot of dark lust. I shiver thinking about the night before, my toes curling.

  “Why did you blackmail me to go to the gala with you?” Distraction is key.

  “Blackmail is such a harsh word, Red. I prefer ‘developing a mutual agreement’.”

  Rolling my eyes I mutter, “whatever you want to call it. Why’d you do it?”

  “I told you already. I’ve never met anyone like you, Robyn. You’re a rare jewel living among coal. One that I am keeping.”

  “That’s not an answer,” I drawl feeling a small patter of tightness in my chest, “and if I were to believe that, then you only want me because I’ve caught your attention and as soon as you get bored or move onto the next shiny object, I’ll be tossed to the side like trash.”

  Grabbing me by my shoulders, he turns me until I’m facing him and can clearly see the heat in his silver eyes. His head ducks down slightly so we are nearly grazing one another's lips. “I need you to get something straight. If you don’t take anything from what I tell you, then remember this. I will never give you up. I will never throw you away. I can’t. I’m fucking obsessed with you, Red. It’s not healthy, and a psychologist would probably have a field day with it. I don’t care though. I don’t give two shits who you add to this little harem of yours. You are now, and will forever be, mine, til death do us part, and even then I’ll chase your soul down, proving you can never leave my reach. And if I were to die before you, I’ll haunt your ass until you join me.”

  Well fuck. What can one say to that? Nothing. I kept my gaze on his gun metal gray eyes and realized that the bastard is crazy. Crazy, but he’s being honest. He really fucking feels that way. The York family has always been in the background of my childhood. I never wanted to spend time with Richard because… well, he was scary as fuck. But somehow along the way, he’d noticed me, and it seems that has turned into something dark. Really fucking dark and intense. What is it about me that made him chose me as his fixation? Ever since we were ten years old, he turned my life around on me and set it on fire. But it’s flames I understand. My body does not need water to survive, it’s his flames that keep me going.

  I loved it.

  Luckily, I don’t have to say anything because we pull up to the airport in the back where all the private jets are docked and board my father’s Bombardier Challenger 850. It probably would have been wiser to let Rich organize our transportation, because taking the jet will not get past my father’s ears. Hopefully, he’ll think I’m hitting a vacation spot for winter break. That thought would be more plausible if we were going to a well known vacation spot instead of London, England. Who vacations in England in the winter? No one, that’s who. It’s colder there than in New York right now.

  John gathers my bag from me in the back, and we all board the jet. Thanks to Rich’s dick, I’m sore as hell, so I quickly make myself comfortable in one of the cream leather seats. I’m not surprised when the guys take seats beside me, Archie and Richard facing John who sits to my one side. They totally could have had their own sitting area to themselves. My lips fight off a smile at that.

  I meant to call off the stewardess, but I forgot, so when a pretty blonde in a tight blue uniform saunters over and practically eye fucks my men, I have to try hard to restrain my ‘back off’ glare. Yes my men. When another bitch is smiling at them, they're mine until further notice.

  “Hi, I’m Evie and I’ll be your stewardess during the flight. Is there anything I can get you?” She says in a sickly sweet voice like she farts unicorn sparkles.

  I would like to state that I really tried to not lose it. Then she winks. She fucking winks

  “Yes, I would like a sho
t of vodka and an ice pack. That one,” I say pointing at Rich with an elegantly painted nail, “fucked the daylights out of me less than twenty-four hours ago, and him,” I point at John, “did the same thing the night before,and it’s his turn tonight,” I add pointing at Archie as I finish my rant. Sorry Archie, hope you didn’t have plans.

  The stewardess’ eyes grow so wide she’s starting to resemble a cartoon character, but gets my message and stops eyefucking the guys. Rich orders a wine and Archie coffee. Once the stewardess leaves, they all turn to me with different ranges of amused faces.

  “What?” I ask, shrugging. Suddenly, my phone becomes very interesting.

  “That’s the first time I have ever seen you jealous, little bird,” John retorts. I look up because I suddenly want to punch him. Jealous? I was not… oh my God. I was just totally irrationally possessive over them.

  “I’m not jealous,” I huff. “I just didn’t want her to get her hopes up.”

  “Right,” Archie says, grinning like a fool. “And where do I fit in? You sounded like you laid claim to me too.” I examined his face to see if he was uncomfortable with the concept. Instead, his eyes melted into stunning aquamarine pools that leaves me shivering. Oh he’s totally into this.

  “I thought you already knew, or at least suspected, but if you need to hear me say the words than I want you too. I’ve always wanted you, but I always thought you only seen me as Sheriff’s younger sister.” See? Look how not a big deal this is? It's a casual ‘hey Archie, so I have always been into you but it's not a big deal. I swear.’ Not the way I wanted to tell him, but it works.

  There is a pause where he seems to be deciding what to do. Then suddenly, he gathers me in his arms and carries me to the state room in the back of the jet and tosses me on the bed. I guess I won’t be getting that drink. I can clearly see something has snapped, and for just a moment, I’m wondering what the fuck have I just released.

  “Baby, I know you’re in no shape to do anything, but I have to have you,” he says, giving me an apologetic look. Honestly, it’s maybe 10% apologetic and 150% ‘I’m going to fuck your brains out.’

  “Okay,” I barely say before his lips are on mine.

  Immediately, I bring my hands to his silky hair, running my fingers through the thick waves. I’ve always wanted to do this. Wanted to know if his hair is as silky as it looks, or what his lips feels like on mine. A childish crush, lusting after her older brother’s best friend, and now I have him. Now I don’t have to wonder because I’m living it. I’m possessive over all my men, but with Archie, it’s different. I feel like I’ve owned a part of him, like he’s owned me, our entire lives. Archie kisses me like he’s dying, and my lips are the only cure. His hands frantically moves up and down my body, caressing me as he memorizes my body. It feels so good, and his familiar scent consumes me. Moaning, I let him pull my sweater over my head and toss it on the floor. My jeans and panties are next to go, and soon, I’m naked before him in nothing but my dark blue bra.

  “Fuck, he did a number on your body, but it looks so fucking hot,” he growls as his eyes take in every hickey and bruise from Rich’s hard fuck. I’m suddenly thankful that it doesn’t bother him. It also has me imagining what else wouldn’t bother him when it comes to those other men...

  My bra is a front clip one, and with daft fingers, he undoes the clasp. As soon as my breasts are free, he palms one of the round orbs and sucks on the other. I squirm under him, with my moans filling the room, wondering why in the hell he’s still dressed. Reaching under his sweater, I let my hands roam over the packed muscle I find there until I can’t take it anymore and pull the sweater free from his body. Chuckling, he moves lower until he gets to my center and licks a slow trail across my pussy lips.

  “Fuck,” I moan, clenching my legs until he pulls them apart, leaving me open to him.

  “Be still,” he commands in a sexy hard voice I don’t recognize.

  “Archie,” I cry when he sticks his tongue further inside me.

  “Sir,” his voice snaps softly as I open my eyes and meet his hardened gaze. “When I’m fucking you, you’ll call me Sir. Do you understand, sweetheart?”

  Holy shit. Archie has left the building and in his place is Christan Grey.

  “Yes, Sir,” I reply softly feeling my skin prickle in anticipation, and he finishes his path inside me.

  Archie’s tongue is pure heaven. He eats me like I’m his last meal. Like he was once a woman and knows just where and what to do. I should be pissed he’s this practiced, but he’s four years older than me and hot as fuck. I can't expect him to have been a monk. Just look at my own situation. I’m currently fucking two, about to be three, guys. When he sucks down hard on my bud, I grip the sheets so tight I’m afraid I’ll rip them. I don’t last much longer and soon I’m cumming, screaming his name. I feel my eyes fluttering and before I know it, he is looking down at me.

  “Good girl. You came so beautifully,” he says, rising to his knees. I watch as he undoes his jeans and pulls them down, along with his boxers, releasing a long hard cock fatter than a Coke can.

  Moving off the bed, he positions himself until his huge cock is bouncing in my face. Now, how the fuck is that suppose to fit inside of me?

  “Suck me,” he orders.

  Jumping at the command, I open my mouth wide to accommodate his thick length. Using my other hand, I try to grip him as I allow him to fuck my throat. Pumping his cock, I take him deeply until his hands move to my hair and he pushes me farther down his dick. The sounds of his moans and my choking fills the room, and I briefly wonder if the others can hear. As if he’s a mind reader, he starts to thrust so both our moans grow louder as well as the sound of me gagging. I take him nice and messy. Both my saliva and his precum drip down my chin and onto my tits. This is fucking dirty and hot. Who the hell would have known? I think I’m falling for Archie just a little bit more than before.

  “Fuck, you’re so good at this. Your throat was made to take my cock,” he groans, thrusting deeper until his balls practically disappears in my mouth. I move my hands down to my pussy and start to rub just the way I like it, and it doesn’t take much until I’m cumming again, this time my screams muffled around his dick. When he blows, he’s already halfway down my throat. Suddenly, he pulls out and jerks the rest of his seed on the side of my face and tits. I’m looking up at him as he marks me like a Goddamn animal.

  “Holy shit,” he says breathing hard. You can say that again. My face is a mess, but he doesn’t care when he kisses me deeply, claiming me with his mouth. Our first kiss being after he just fucked my face and covered me completely. I watch him tuck himself back into his boxers and pull his jeans up. He excuses himself in the bathroom and comes out with a warm tea towel he uses to clean my face and then my pussy. Tossing the towel on the floor, he tucks me in, pulling me close to his body, and we both lay there in a comfortable silence.

  I have no fucking words for what has just happened. I let out a tired yet content sigh. Soon, my drowsiness takes over and I’m closing my eyes, fading in a deep sleep. When I wake I can think about what I just did and how to solve my man problems, my brother problems, and my life problems. A small strand of hope invades me. Maybe the man problems will solve themselves.

  Chapter Twelve

  Robyn

  When we arrive nearly seven hours later, I take a shower and change into fresh clothes. Despite our loud and hot as fuck activites, neither Rich or John seemed exactly… upset? I’m not positive what to call it. I have no idea what the heck Archie said to them, but it helped. I shake my head, placing my hands around a cup of hot tea the hotel delivered to our room. Archie. Archie, my secretly surprisingly super dominant boyfriend? Lover? Oh. Labels are going to be fucking confusing.

  “When are we leaving?” I ask, knowing that we need to go at night when the archives are closed down to the public. It’s around 11, so we have time until we’ll be ready to go.

  “In about an hour,” Archie announces, lay
ing out three ear sets we’ll use to keep the four of us connected in case we’re separated.

  “The archives are outside of London, a bit north, so we should be in and out long before 3am,” Richard states quietly, his eyes on me. Still, I think the man has a problem. I offer him a small smirk, thinking about just how ‘big’ his problem is. The bastard offers me a searing look before pouring another glass of whiskey.

  “Do you know what the dagger looks like?” John asks from behind me, my back pressed into his chest. His familiar smell and rough hands gently massaging my scalp has everything inside of me going silent. After everything that’s been going on, it feels fucking wonderful to have someone do something so gentle.

  “All Sheriff told me,” Archie sighs, “was that it has an onyx carved handle.”

  Fun. I’m sure there’s only one dagger like that in the world.

  I finished my tea, standing up and placing my mug down, before looking towards the doors. I tug on my boots as all the men offer me confused looks.

  “I’m going to grab some food,” I drawl, “I don’t want to wait for room service, and they have a cafe where I can grab something. Anyone want me to bring anything up for them?”

  “You’re going to go by yourself?” John asks. His voice dripping with concern.

  I chuckle softly and shake my head, walking out the door. The hotel is quiet as I move down the stairs and keep my eyes on my surroundings. I’ve always been observant, but even more so as the time goes on. By the time I reach the hotel lobby, I have essentially mapped out the entire hotel from what I could see. The busy lobby is loud and cheery, mostly due to the bar that is next to the small coffee shop. I praised whoevers fucking idea it was to have this open 24/7.