Prodigal Son: A Sexy Single Dad Romance: Book 2 in the Marked Men 2nd Generation Series (The Forever Marked Series)

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Prodigal Son: A Sexy Single Dad Romance: Book 2 in the Marked Men 2nd Generation Series (The Forever Marked Series) Page 20

by Jay Crownover


  Either that or she simply couldn’t resist me. My ego wanted to believe the latter as she purposely opened her lips and flicked the tip of her tongue against my upper lip. Her hands found their way to my waist, resting right above the top of my sweatpants. I felt her thumbs catch in the deep indentation above my hips and trace the line below the elastic holding my pants in place. My abs locked tight at the light caress, and my cock visibly kicked behind the soft material barely containing the length as blood started to flow south from other parts of my body.

  Her tongue touched mine as my hands slid down the sides of her neck, holding her head in place with my thumbs pressed under her chin. I felt her shiver, and she smiled against my mouth as I sucked in a breath when her fingers wandered even lower under the waistband of my pants. The stretchy material was no match for her quick, clever hands as they moved closer and closer to the part of me that was currently straining for freedom and stimulation.

  If she got her hands on my dick, my plan to go slow and show her how much I adored her, how much I was willing to wait for her, would be out the window. Only Remy’s touch made me lose my mind and shot my control to hell. Everything with her felt like it was amplified and explosive. All sex was enjoyable and a generally pleasant experience. Even mediocre sex was still sex and served a purpose to figure out what worked and what didn’t. Sex with Remy wasn’t like that.

  It was so much more than enjoyable or pleasant. It was on another level than good—or even great—sex. Being with her engaged every single part of me, and because my heart and soul were involved in the process, it transcended simple sex and hovered squarely in the center of what I would consider making love. It felt like so much more than sex. I was trying to show her all the different ways I’d always felt about her with my body, and her body was answering in turn. There was a lot of love being shared between us, even if the words couldn’t make their way out just yet.

  Remy’s hands got precariously close to my cock, so I tightened my hold on the sides of her neck and used my thumbs to push her head back even more. Her eyes got big, and she bit her lip, which made me want to kiss the spot that turned a pretty pink.

  “Be good. We’re in no rush tonight.” I sucked in a breath through my teeth when she shifted her hands, so her thumbs were pressing against the base of my erection the same way I was holding her face.

  She pressed against the underside of my heavy erection on either side of the throbbing vein. One of her pale eyebrows lifted, and her mouth curved in a flirtatious grin. “I am being good. Actually, didn’t you tell me I was the best not that long ago?”

  I chuckled and kissed her with more force, finally tasting the sugary sweetness inside her mouth. She had a bite of the cake, or at least the frosting, before she got to my house. It seemed fitting that she tasted like dessert. She was always the sweetest part of my existence. When everything felt impossible, she was the reward for making it through the hard times. I had to earn the right to taste her, to enjoy her.

  “You are the best. There is no one better, but tonight, I want to take my time. I feel like I’m always in a hurry, always racing to catch up. We have time to figure each other out. There’s time to make sure we get things right this time. If I keep rushing through everything with you, I feel like I might miss something important. I already missed so much. Let’s just take our time tonight.”

  Her marble-like eyes narrowed slightly as she seemed to consider my words seriously. She ran her thumbs up the entire length of my dick, stopping to trace the tapered tip before pulling her hands out of my pants altogether. She put her hands back on my hips and grinned up at me.

  “All right. You take your time and keep your fingers crossed that Hollyn plays along with your sudden desire to show me slow and steady. I’m not going to feel bad for you if she needs something before you finish.” She wiggled her eyebrows at me playfully. “Do your worst, Hyde.”

  “No. I’m going to do my best for you, Remy. Always.” That was a promise I was certain I could keep.

  She blinked up at me in surprise, so I took advantage of her surprise to kiss each part of her precious face.

  I kissed her eyebrows.

  I kissed the tip of her nose and the cupid’s bow on her top lip. I kissed her cheeks and the tip of her dainty chin. I kissed each side of her jaw and took my time exploring the sensitive and highly reactive shells of her ears. I used my teeth on the lobes, which made her moan and arch her back. Her breasts lifted like she was practically offering them to me.

  I kissed my way down the side of her neck, finally letting go of the hold I had on her. I moved between her legs and reached for the bottom of the fuzzy, pink sweater she was wearing. The material tickled my fingers as I pulled it over her head. The motion sent her curls scattering in wild disarray around her head, which gave her a slightly debauched, naughty look. The fact she was wearing a barely-there black lace bra that looked extra sexy against her pale skin was almost enough to send all my good intentions straight to hell. I wanted to take my time and appreciate all of her, but Remy got me hot and brought out primal, hungry parts of me I wasn’t even aware I possessed.

  I sank my teeth into her collarbone, biting down hard enough to leave a small bruise. I reached behind her to snap her bra open, and slid the silky, lacy material away from her fair skin. My breath caught in appreciation when her rosy-tipped breasts were bared. Like the rest of her, they were petite and pretty. A perfect handful. They were also super sensitive and reacted to the slightest touch. I rubbed a knuckle over one of her pert nipples and watched as it tightened and turned a darker shade of red. I followed the action on the other side and watched as Remy tossed her head back and used her hold on my hips to pull me closer.

  I lowered my head and dragged my tongue over one tip. Remy moved her hands to my head, and I felt her impatient fingers dig into my scalp. I would have to grow my hair a bit longer now that I was out of the Army. I wanted to know what it felt like to have her pull on it when I was buried deep inside of her.

  I pulled one of her nipples deep into my mouth and sucked until my cheeks hollowed out. Remy gasped and arched into the suction. I used the hand that wasn’t keeping my weight off of her to glide over her stomach and down into the front of her pants. She was wearing the same stretchy, sparkly black leggings she had on the first night she stayed over. Even back then, I noticed the way they molded to her and enhanced every curve she had. Now, I was lucky enough to get my hands all over the supple, soft skin underneath. My fingers arrowed right toward her warm, wet center, but I didn’t slide them into her fluttering opening. Instead, I let them slip through the silky moisture that was gathering. I skimmed her petal-like folds, sliding back through each and every sensitive spot she had. Remy yelped when I brushed against her back entrance, and her startled expression made me laugh. She opened her mouth to say something, but I used my teeth on her trapped nipple, and whatever she was thinking seemed to scatter and fade away. Her nails raked across my head with more force and pulled me tighter to her breast, so I moved my fingers back to where she was clearly aching for my touch.

  She sighed when my hand moved within her body. Her legs moved restlessly against the outside of mine. She was panting breathlessly, and there was an erotic, sensual, slick sound that came from my fingers playing with her pussy. Both made my dick twitch impatiently, and I could feel the damp tip tap against my lower abs the louder Remy got and the wetter her entrance grew around my fingers.

  She grabbed my ears and pulled my head off her chest. I looked down at her shiny nipple that was now a ruddy red from all the attention I’d lavished on it. I let her tug me down to her mouth and moved my fingers with more purpose inside of her. I wasn’t letting any of her tender, sensitive flesh go unexplored, and knew eventually I would stumble over her special spot that was going to make her lose her mind.

  While she kissed me furiously and frantically, I shifted so I could take the rest of her clothes off. I also stripped myself down and immediately moaned as my co
ck was set free. The heavy length tapped the inside of Remy’s thigh, and she moaned into my mouth when she felt the wet kiss from the tip against her skin. She went to lift her hips to grind against me, but I put a hand on the center of her chest and held her down. I felt her heartbeat thundering under my palm and lost myself as she kissed me within an inch of my life.

  When she finally pulled back to breathe, I ran my hand along her side and urged her to roll over so that she was on her hands and knees in front of me.

  “I want to put my mouth everywhere.” I wanted to kiss my way down her spine. I wanted to drag my tongue across her sexy shoulder blades. I wanted to sink my teeth into the curve of her delectable ass and explore the spot that made her jolt earlier. Like I said, sex with Remy was different. I trusted her enough that nothing was off the table. She made me want to try everything at least once. I wanted to leave my mark on her from head to toe.

  She rolled over and gave me a saucy look over her shoulder. “You might be enjoying this leisurely pace, but I’m starting to feel like you’re punishing me. If you’re trying to make me want you so bad that it hurts, you’re there, Hyde.”

  I bent down and kissed the base of her neck. I dragged my tongue down her spine, leaving a long, wet mark. I bounced my hand off one of her butt cheeks and chuckled when she swore at me. She looked really cute when she turned her head to give me a dirty look. I shifted so I could reach for the drawer where I stashed protection, and I took care of the technical stuff while she continued to watch me over her shoulder with eyes full of anticipation.

  I was flattered she wanted me to hurry, but I still took my time as I grasped her hips and slowly sank into her. Her body instantly clamped down on mine, and it felt like she was trying to hold me in place, like she was trying to lock the two of us together for an eternity. It felt almost as good as coming inside of her.

  I put a hand on the center of her back, wrapped the other around her hip, and started to move. I tried my damndest to keep the pace slow and deliberate, but as soon as I was surrounded by her warmth and she started to push back against me, my plans were blown to hell. It took no time for us to get caught up in a nearly brutal back and forth as I thrust into her and she rocked back onto my straining dick. The sound of flesh-on-flesh and breaths catching each time we collided was almost musical. Remy dropped her head and let it hang between her arms as we rode each other hard and fast.

  I felt pleasure claw at my spine and felt my cock flex and throb inside of her. My fingers were digging into her hip hard enough to leave marks, and all my desire to wait and show her how patient I could be switched into a hunger and need to be satisfied so fast I couldn’t keep up. I lost control of myself when I was with Remy like this, and I realized maybe it was impossible to stay careful and deliberate when you wanted someone so badly it infiltrated every part of your body. I could feel my desire for her under my skin and flowing through my veins. The way I wanted her was buried in my soul and a constant ache in my heart. My every thought was centered around figuring out how we could be together in a way that worked for both of us. We each had strengths and weaknesses we needed to work around in order to coexist happily and healthily for as long as possible.

  I felt a rush of sudden warmth as Remy’s head lifted and her hips pushed back, hard, on mine. She ground herself against me as she panted my name. Her curls were stuck to the back of her neck as her spine bent in a sexy and sinuous way. I tapped her ass cheek again and tossed my head back, waiting for her completion to trigger my own. I was so close. I could feel my balls tightening between my legs and heat gathering at the base of my spine. My entire body got tight, and my hands got hard on Remy’s skin as her body continued to softly milk mine.

  She was calling my name, but I was so far gone I didn’t realize it wasn’t in passion and delight. She was calling my name to get my attention.

  She wiggled forward as I practically howled in frustration. I was so close; it was cruel for her to pull away right now. But as soon as we were separated, I heard an outraged cry coming from the baby monitor. It was like having a bucket of ice-cold water dumped on my head. It wasn’t a sound that could be ignored.

  Hollyn needed something, and she was super pissed it took longer than normal to tend to her.

  I swore loudly and looked down at my dejected dick. If it could make noise, I knew it would be howling just as loudly in outrage at the moment.

  Remy laughed and moved to grab one of my t-shirts out of a dresser drawer.

  “I told you slow and steady didn’t work when there was a baby in the mix. Go take care of that monster in the bathroom. I’ll check on Hollyn.” She walked past me and lifted up on her toes so she could kiss my bristly chin. “I’ll make it up to you after she goes back down. I promise.”

  Normally, I would tell her I would take care of Hollyn, but at the moment, I wasn’t sure I had any functioning brain cells left. I dragged myself to the bathroom and turned on the shower.

  Maybe Remy was right. I needed to show her I appreciated her and cherished her outside of the bedroom. That was the one place where rushing wasn’t necessarily a bad thing. At least I was getting my just desserts for leaving her at the door longer than I should’ve. Having to finish myself off in the shower after some of the hottest sex I’d ever had was a just punishment for being a bit of a dick earlier.

  I looked forward to her making it up to me when the time came, though.

  Remy

  I STILL DIDN’T know much about babies and all their wants and needs, but I’d spent a fair amount of time with Hollyn at this point. I could tell from the minute I walked into the nursery that the way she was crying wasn’t her typical call for help because she was hungry or needed her diaper changed. She was screaming her head off in the middle of the night and sounded like she was in a good bit of distress.

  I turned on a small lamp in the room and walked to the side of the crib. Across the hall, I heard the shower turn on and couldn’t help but giggle to myself. I leaned over the side of the crib and reached out to touch Hollyn’s furiously red cheek. I intended to soothe her, but as soon as my knuckle grazed her delicate skin, I felt an incredible amount of heat emanating from her. I blinked in surprise and took another look at her.

  Her eyes were screwed shut as she wailed with all her might. Usually, when she had a fit, she waved her little fists around like a prize fighter, but right now, she was alarmingly still as she screamed into the night for all she was worth. I watched her struggle to lift her hand when she finally realized she wasn’t alone and felt my heart drop all the way to my toes. I put the back of my hand near her forehead and shivered even though she felt like the inside of the furnace.

  “Oh honey, you are on fire.” I brushed my thumb over her wet cheek and shifted so I could pick her up out of the crib. I thought hearing her cry and scream was bad, but as soon as I cuddled her close to my chest, I heard her wheeze and choke as she tried to breathe through the other sounds she was making. Listening to her struggle to get air into her miniature lungs was scarier than when I’d woken up in the hospital after trying to take my own life and realizing what I’d done. It was worse than realizing Hyde was gone, and it freaked me out more than finding out just how meddlesome my mother could be. I thought I’d faced the worst life was ever going to throw at me and come out the victor, but at that moment, I understood what it was like to really feel helpless and terrified of what might happen to someone unable to care for themselves. It gave me a shocking sense of what I’d put my parents, my brother, and Hyde through when I was younger. All the dramatic, and what I thought were hurtful actions, that followed my earlier struggles and recovery started to make more sense and feel less painful. I briefly glimpsed why someone would be willing to do anything to help the one who couldn’t help themselves.

  I practically ran back into Hyde’s bedroom. The baby quieted down some, but it felt like each second that sped by, her breathing became more labored. I didn’t bother to waste time knocking on the bathroom door. I b
arged in, startling Hyde to the point that he almost fell over in the big walk-in shower. Our eyes met instantly through the glass walls; he took one look at the baby in my arms and my alarmed expression and knew something wasn’t right.

  “What’s going on?” He cranked the water off and reached for a towel, walking toward us and leaving a river of dripping water behind him.

  “She was crying really hard, and when she stopped, it sounded like she couldn’t breathe. She’s also really hot to the touch. Should babies get fevers as often as she does?” I practically shoved Hollyn into her dad’s arms as my mind started to piece together what we should do next. My first instinct was to call my Aunt Shaw, but I didn’t know if there was time for that. All the blood seemed to drain from Hyde’s face as soon as he heard one of Hollyn’s raspy, weak breaths. I saw his Adam’s apple bob up and down and heard him gulp nervously.

  “Sometimes, a fever doesn’t mean much. Since Hollyn was preemie, she’s predisposed to certain illnesses. The most serious ones have to do with the respiratory system. I need to take her to the emergency room right now.” There was an urgency in his voice I hadn’t heard before, and a thread of panic was unmissable.

  I shoved my messy hair out of my face and tried to marshal my splintered thoughts. There were days I could hardly manage to take care of myself; it was a big ask to suddenly be tasked with taking care of two other people in an emergency situation.

 

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