Knights Who Stole My Heart : Knights Series Book 2

by Sonya Jesus

  Just as my heart seems to slow its pace, Robins removes the hand he had over me. I want it back, enveloping me. Should I reach for it? Put it back where it belongs? My Vixen and Angel agree for once, telling me I should. So, why am I not obeying them?

  I feel his breath on my neck. He pushes my ponytail out of the way to expose my skin and gently presses his lips to the flesh on my shoulder. The soft stubble of his hair prickling my skin. It’s not a kiss; his lips are slightly ajar, funneling the heat from his mouth to my skin. He repeats the process, this time higher. My thoughts are deliriously fuzzy as my body tunes in to every touch.

  By the time he reaches the crevice of my neck, I’m moaning into the pillow.

  He stops, his warm breath trickling over my skin. I shiver as it hits the base of my neck. His breath hitches. I try to clear my mind and focus, but, he slowly exhales, allowing his breath to tickle the flesh from the nape of my neck, along my spine. My body quivers, my breathing slows, my world stops. Relentless, he does it again. My body echoes the previous response.

  He pauses, giving me a reprieve from the sensory overload. “Lia?” His breath is weighted, heavy with something petrifying, yet exhilarating.

  Never did my name sound so intoxicating. We’ve cuddled, like this, a thousand times before, but this time it feels different. There’s a veiled promise behind his actions; a tentative, yearning surrender in my inaction. There’s a lingering thrill in the silence between us as if the next words could catapult us over a threshold.

  I choose mine carefully, unwilling to be the one to make that decision. “Yeah?” I turn around to face him, feeling a rush of confidence. His face is so close to mine, and everything in me wants to kiss him. Every ignited nerve ending is inching closer to him. The dim light illuminates his upper body, emphasizing his bare chest. I glance downward, seeing the edge of the cloth around his waist. My Vixen urges me to check underneath it.

  She’s insane.

  This is insane.

  I jerk my head up immediately, glad the low light slightly hides my flushed cheeks. I avoid eye contact and prop myself up on an elbow. The motion distracts him, so I panic and flick his nose.

  He growls, grabbing my hand.

  I go rigid, holding my breath at his unpredictability.

  He tilts his head to the side as if studying me closely. I don’t know what to do, so I smile. His face twists into a scowl. Releasing my fingers, he sits up and jumps over me. I collapse back onto the bed, turn on to my stomach and conceal my head with the pillow.

  I don’t even know what just happened, but my Vixen is sulking, and my Angel is consoling her. I hug the pillow to me and release a grumble of frustration.

  “Pooh Bear?”

  Wonderful, we’re back to calling me the pudgy bear. How did that make me feel better a few hours ago?

  I incline my head so that I can peek at him with one eye. “Mmmh?” I mumble.

  Robins finds this amusing. “Sorry.” Of course, he is. “It’s late. It’s been a long night.”

  “Are you trying to kick me out?”

  “Never,” he says sweetly, a provocative smirk on his perfect face. “If it was up to me, I’d keep you here forever.”

  I pick my head up, grinning goofily. I like the idea of always keeping him company.

  He opens his drawer, and rummages through it. The light encircles his body, and I can’t take my eyes off of him. He’s exquisite. I don’t know what’s come over me, and right now I don’t care. I’m intoxicated by him. I want to immerse myself in anything Robins. Perhaps, this is a result of our space, or the after effect of Connor’s reaction. Or maybe it is exactly what it is: I’m attracted to Robins.

  I giggle, plopping my head back on the pillow. I’m attracted to Robins. I look up at him, through heavy lashes, to find him studying me. I quickly look away.

  “What are you thinking, Lia?”

  “About sexual chemistry.” My voice is lower than usual, laden with arousal and sleep.

  His mouth gapes open. He drops the article of clothing into the drawer and rakes his hair with his fingers, the action highlighting his biceps. He clears his throat to say something, but he chews the inside of his lip instead. “I don’t know… I mean… Lia?”

  “What?” I say, giggling because he’s stammering adorably. It’s invigorating, this feeling. I sit up, crossing my legs.

  Robins smashes his lips together. He lowers his head a moment when he glances over to me. My body vibrates with desire as he gives me the same expression from that time on the elevator.

  He chuckles nervously. “Lia, if you keep looking at me like that...” He pauses and rubs his bottom lip with his forefinger.

  My eyes follow the back and forth motion and zoom in on his lips. I can be honest, but not mess anything up.

  “What are you going to do?” I dare him. He’s on the edge of something, and I want to push him off.

  He growls. “Something I shouldn’t.”

  The bolder I get, the weaker he does. “Oh, yea?” I play with the hem of my tank top, his eyes fixed on my motions. I test this new-found power, raising the shirt a little, twirling the ends in my fingertips. I nudge him further, lifting the shirt higher to expose my skin.

  “Lia…” I hear the enticing warning of his husky voice. He doesn’t want me to stop but doesn’t want me to continue. His whole body is tense as he watches me in fascination. I drop my hand to the hem of my shorts.

  His hand flies to the towel, holding it against his waist. A guttural groan escapes his lips; the sound sends me soaring.

  My Vixen is proud. My Angel is searching for my libido switch, urging me to think this through. I hear what she’s saying, but, Robins is on the brink, and it excites me to excite him.

  He clears his throat. “Sexual chemistry, huh?”

  I stop touching my clothing. “I’m curious.”

  He nods. “Your curiosity is killing me, Pooh Bear.”

  Pooh Bear. My Angel apparently found the switch.

  Robins pulls out a black long sleeve shirt and slips it over his head. He faces away from me, and I watch as he slides his boxers on below his towel, removing the damp rag and throwing it on his desk chair. He raises his eyebrows in my direction when he catches me watching. He doesn’t call me on it though. He moves to his chair, flips on the brighter room light and drops the towel to the floor under his desk so he could sit. “What exactly happened last night?”

  I roll my eyes. “I don’t want to talk about Connor, Robins.” He reaches for my hand and pulls me up to a standing position. I pout, unwilling to be standing up in front of him like this.

  “Well, I think maybe you should tell me.” Both of his hands come to my hip bones, cupping the skin between them. His fingers slide under my tank top, his thumb brushing against the lowered hem of my shorts.

  My heart shakes wildly. I no longer feel powerful. He applies light pressure, as if pressing me to confess.

  “I told you what happened. I don’t even know if we are still together. He told me to come to you and asked for some time.” I lower my hands to the top of his, trying to shift his touch to a place where it didn’t make me blush. He allows me to move them higher on my waist. “Space. Time. Distance. Usually, anytime someone needs to add some sort of measurement to a relationship, it means the end is near.”

  “That’s not true, Pooh bear. I asked for space, and you’re here. You better not be planning on leaving me now.”

  I smack him playfully on his shoulder. “Are you cheering for the Freshman now?”

  “Fuck no,” he growls, removing his hand from my waist and patting his leg for me to sit down. “But it sounds like he awoke something in you.” He guides me onto his lap.

  “What do you mean?” I sit, refusing to put my whole weight on him.

  He curls his arms around me, holding me in place. “I mean your little Vixen act a moment ago.”

  I close my eyes. My Vixen is to blame for most of my issues.

  He bumps my cheek
with his nose. “Nuh huh, look at me.”

  I blink open an eye at a time, wishing the light was still off.

  “Don’t blush. It was hot.” The palm of my hands rubs at my aching cheeks. Robins chuckles at my mortification, tugging at my wrists with a glint of humor in his eyes. I inadvertently push my butt into him, squirming. I feel his Tigger bouncing. He rests his head on my shoulder and inhales deeply. “Please, don’t wiggle too much,” he says through his teeth. “Unless you want me to pounce on you.”

  I gasp. He shifts me around a few times, until giving up. “Tell me about your period box.”

  “What?”

  “Talk about the tampons and the bleeding and the stuffing your face like piggies thing.”

  “Why?” Then I remember. “Oh!”

  “Yea,” he clips.

  I look down to his crotch. I see his boxers twitch and I don’t know why, but Tigger pops into my head again. I cover my mouth, trying not to laugh, but all I can think about is Tigger jumping around in the movie. They’re bouncy, trouncy, flouncy, pouncy- fun fun fun.

  “I’m glad you find my arousal amusing.” I start giggling uncontrollably. The more I laugh, the more I squirm, and the tighter Robins holds me.

  “Lia,” he groans. “You aren’t helping.”

  He releases me, swiping his legs further under his chair. I slide off and hit the floor. Stunned, I swivel towards him, ready to scold him for rocking me off.

  He’s standing up, giving me a full view. He scowls as I splatter on the floor in a fit of laughter.

  “I don’t think I have ever quite gotten that reaction from a girl before.” He’s super serious. He squats down, sitting on the floor beside me.

  “I’m sorry,” I say when I manage to catch my breath in between each loud cackle. “But I just…“ I didn’t even know how to tell him I compared his manly penis to a bouncy tiger from a cartoon. So, I just did what Tigger’s do best, and sing, “The most wonderful thing about Tigger….”

  He grabs my bare foot, brings it up to his lap and starts to tickle me, causing me to giggle like crazy. “I can’t believe you compared my dick to Tigger. That’s by far the weirdest name any girl has ever given it.”

  I manage to kick my foot away, still laughing and roll away.

  “I’m liking the honest you though.”

  “Um,” I say, still noticing the lift in his boxers. I force myself to get serious. “Are you going to deflate that thing or is it going to keep poking up.”

  He scolds me with a fixed stare. I cover my mouth with my fingers, trying to be serious.

  “This is the most attention you’ve ever given my Tigger.” It’s true. “I’ll be right back.” He gets up and goes to the bathroom, leaving the door open. I hear the water run as I move over to the bed and lay down, still chuckling about the Tigger situation.

  He squeals then mumbles a string of curses and something about sexual chemistry before returning back to the room. He shuts the light off and approaches the bed. “That was not nice,” he says with a huge smirk on his face. “Now move your skinny ass over so I can get into bed, I need to sleep.”

  “I’m sorry.” I move over, and he jumps in, turning on his side to face me. I do the same, resting my back against the wall. Robins reaches out, tucking a few strands of hair behind my ear. “So, I don’t exactly know what to say right now after all that.” That’s a first. “But, it’s so good to hear you laugh, Pooh Bear.”

  “Even at your expense?” I chide.

  “I like that I make you laugh,” he says, caressing my face, his thumb brushing against my lips. I blink slowly, the sleepiness starting to get to me again. “Can I ask you something, Lia?”

  “Sure.” I hum and lean into his caress.

  “Are you really done with the Freshman?”

  “Connor?” I say, almost forgetting that was tonight.

  “Unless there’s another one?”

  “He’ll probably break up with me tomorrow.” It’s a little sad, but I’m prepared for it as long as I have Robins.

  “If he does that, then he doesn’t deserve you, Pooh Bear. I have to ask this after the whole Tigger thing: did you want to sleep with him?”

  I sigh, opening my eyes to gaze into his. “Is it okay to talk about sex now? I mean you said…”

  “You can talk about it. You can tell me anything, and I’ll do the same. No more no-go conversations, okay?” I nod in agreement. I reach out for his hand because I didn’t want to feel disconnected from him. He comes closer to me and brings my hand up to rest against his chest and holds it there for a little. “Why didn’t you sleep with him?”

  “Well, I think I didn’t because of you.”

  He chokes on my words, “What?”

  I continue my explanation. “Nothing was right without you.”

  “Oh!” He pauses. “I know what you mean, Pooh Bear.”

  Chapter 7: Souvenir

  Hawk

  I’m laying down in Harper’s bed, her naked body wrapped around me. I’m elated because she finally fell asleep. It took a while to convince her I just needed someone to talk to until I got up enough courage to go home and deal with my mother’s depression. Poor gullible, unsuspecting Harper let me pour my heart out about my step-father’s accident and subsequent death. She even cried for me, hugged me, and tried to console me the only way she knew how: offering me her body. I managed to dodge the bullet by convincing her she didn’t want to screw me when all I could think about was my mother, but I had to compromise. I let her distract me by letting her fiddle my member while I fondled her until she orgasmed. I found no release with Harper because all I could think about was Amelia. Luckily, when her hand job proved insufficient, I blamed my mommy issues, and Harper cradled me until she fell asleep.

  If I were a good person, I’d feel bad for lying to someone who actually cared for me, but I could care less if Harper had emotions for me. Granted, they would cement my presence here. Though, after planting my cameras, and Connor and Amelia breaking up, Harper may have served her purpose. The cameras! Right! I have two in my pocket, and I’m not leaving here without setting up visual. I’ve slacked off on this for too long.

  I look at the clock on Harper’s desk; almost five a.m. She’s been asleep for a good couple of hours. I gently shuffle her off me and quietly get out of bed to use the restroom. She doesn’t even stir; I make a mental note that she’s a sound sleeper and move through the room carefully so that I don’t wake the rest of the suitemates. Once in the living room, I check on the camera I placed earlier to make sure it’s on, and move into the bathroom.

  I look around, searching for a place to put a camera. No point in putting one in the toilet area. I doubt there would be any secrets shared there. Girls tend to share secrets when they are getting ready, not when they are defecating. I look to the sink and counter, noting it’s devoid of any girl paraphernalia. They must keep them in the drawers below. I look above the large mirror for a discreet location, then decide against it. Girls spend entirely too much time in front of a mirror; they’d notice. Right in the center of the room, I find a heat vent above me. I place the tiny camera between two of the horizontal pieces in the vent and aim it towards the counters. I open the app on my phone and check #12. The screen comes back with a clear shot of the mirror and the space in front of it. I close the app and head back out to the living room where there are four bedroom doors.

  Getting into the other rooms would be difficult. I wonder if I can sneak in while they are sleeping? I cautiously move to the door closest to the bathroom and try to twist the doorknob, but it´s locked. I move to the next, but it’s also locked. Two of the four suitemates sleep with doors closed, but Amelia doesn’t. I know that for a fact, and this time she left it ajar.

  Can I go in and not wake her up? I go over to the Tiki Bar and make a noise by clanking bottles together and dropping one to test out my theory. The suite remains silent, no one stirs. Hmm. I head towards Amelia’s door, step toward it and listen for any
sound. Nothing.

  She must be sound asleep. Glancing towards Harper’s door again, I contemplate the risk. Just a sneak a peek, a tiny peek, to certify that she is alone in case Connor weaseled his way back in here. Though I doubt it. I heard them arguing even after Harper suggested going to her bedroom.

  I grasp the last camera between my fingers. This one camera isn’t enough for Amelia. I needed various angles so there are no blind spots. I plan to put this one in Avery and Natalie’s room, but, I can always come back with the other. If I go in there, at least I can figure out how many other cameras I will need for my Queen’s room.

  It’s decided.

  I glance around to make sure no one is watching, and step inside Amelia’s room. I make it in without causing a stir. Mel isn’t here tonight, and Amelia has the covers pulled over her head. She’s scrunched up under the covers, a messy bun of hair sticking out from underneath. She’s on her side, back facing the door, a teddy bear sticking out from under the pillow.

  That’s new I frown. I’ll have to burn that later.

  Lucky for me, Amelia is a deep sleeper. I quickly close the door to her bedroom before she sees me there and tiptoe into the closet, closing the door halfway. I wish I could turn the light on, but my phone flashlight will have to do.

  I’ve never been in her closet before. I’ve actually never been in her room before. My body fills with euphoria at this little triumph. I inhale deeply, letting the familiar perfume both roomies wear invade my nostrils. Delightful. I look on the little dresser that holds all their makeup and female gadgets and recognize the Victoria’s Secret Heavenly bottle that I spray on my pillows every once in a while, to feel like she’s closer.

  I walk in and look at the similarity between both sides. These two are very much alike. Both sides are completely organized by color. I notice the lack of labels on most of Amelia’s clothes and smile at the fact that she’s still hiding she has money. For a knowing eye, it’s obvious that most of the clothes on the hangers are high-end, but Amelia is smart. She pairs Prada with Walmart brands and paints the red soles of her Louboutin’s with black nail polish. I honestly haven’t figured out if she’s embarrassed by her wealth, uncomfortable flaunting it or just humble. Either way, I love her for it, but she won’t need to do that with me.