“Tate?” His voice is low, dark, and questioning in the quietness between us.
I let a smile spread across my face. “Just enjoying the view. Let me play for a sec?”
“As long as I can allow you to.” He licks his lips, Adam’s apple bobbing as he swallows roughly, and reaches down to adjust his cock. “Not sure how long that’ll be.”
I love the rough tone of his voice, the pure need I can hear reflected back at me. Sliding down his body, but keeping his leg between mine, I use my mouth and tongue to paint a picture against his flesh. Coloring in the lines of his tattoos, running the heat against his hard nipples and mapping the ridges of his abs, until I encounter the waistband of his sweats. The bulge below the knotted string sends a wave of moisture between my thighs. I did this to him with a few well-placed kisses and licks, just by being who I am. Remy doesn’t want me to be anyone else other than who I am. That realization gives me a power I’ve never had before. Reaching down, I use my palm to cup his erection.
His hooded eyes fly open, and quickly he curls his hand around mine. “Nah, baby, can’t do that right now.” His voice is even deeper if that’s possible.
“Why?”
The grin he flashes is the sexiest I’ve ever seen. “Because now it’s my turn.”
Remy
This wasn’t necessarily my plan when I brought her here. Not to say I hadn’t thought about it, but I was content with letting Tatum set our pace. And fuck did she set it. Reaching down, I grasp her ass in both my palms, pull her thighs around my waist, and stand up, pointing us toward the bed.
Her arms circle around my neck, fingers delve into my hair, pulling our mouths together so that we’re kissing again. Kissing her could turn into one of my favorite pastimes, because of the way she puts her entire body into it. She sucks my tongue like her pussy will suck my cock as soon as I get it inside her. She’s one of those women who makes love with every single part of her body. Even now, as I hold her suspended in the air, her hips are rotating against my stomach, catching the tip of my cock, and her chest is arched to mine, her nipples stabbing against my bare chest. This woman was made for passion, and I don’t know how I thought I’d be able to tamp that down and restrict her before. Fucking stupid, I berate myself.
We kiss until I can’t hold her anymore, until my whole body shakes with the need to possess her. Laying her down on the bed, I step back, ingraining the picture of her like this in my brain for the rest of my life. Her shirt has ridden up, exposing that sexy ass belly button ring she got for her birthday, her thighs are splayed wide, and if I look closely against the fleece she wears, I can almost see her throbbing with desire. Her hair is mussed from where I’ve had my fingers in it. The lipstick she wore has been kissed off, leaving a hint of color behind, her mascara is smudged under her eyes, and motherfucker, her chest. I bring my hand up to my mouth, wiping at my lips, before I pull my bottom one between my teeth, my gaze locked on the breasts that are a feast for my eyes. Her nipples are visible, they’re swollen, the edges threatening to come out of the shirt she’s wearing, and fuck if I can’t wait to get her completely naked.
“Remy?” she questions, pushing her arms up above her head, thrusting her tits out at me, as she scissors her legs back and forth. Those blue eyes of hers almost look black with desire. “Ease the ache, please ease the ache.”
My fucking pleasure.
Taking my knees in front of the mattress so that I’m even with her body, I use my hands to push the material of her shirt farther up her stomach, until it’s over her head and out of my way. Then, I stand up, starting at the edge of those sweatpants and use my mouth to trail a path from the bottom to the top. When my lips encounter the edge of her bra, I flick my eyes up to her face. Her mouth is open, breathing heavily, face flushed with arousal, desire riding high on her cheekbones.
“Take the bra down for me, Tate. Expose those hard nubs to me, cup the flesh and offer it up.”
Her eyes get darker if that’s at all possible, and I don’t miss the shake of her hands, but she does as I ask, exposing the cherry red nipples to my gaze. They stand out in stark relief from her body, begging for my lips. I give them what they need, closing my mouth around the stretched skin, sucking strongly before using my teeth to worry the flesh, and then my tongue to soothe it.
“Remy…oh my God.” She tugs my hair between her fingers, arching deeper into my mouth. “Don’t stop,” she pants. “Feels so good, never knew they were so sensitive.”
She’s about to learn all kinds of things are sensitive. One of my hands goes between us, pushing against the elastic of her sweatpants and panties, sneaking underneath the material keeping her pussy hidden from me. The heat radiates off her core, and before I even run my fingers along the slickness, I’m moaning against her flesh in my mouth.
“Fuck,” she moans when I take two fingers, testing out her tightness. She’s so turned on, I slide right in. Her thighs widen, her pelvis tilts to take me deeper.
Fuck is right; she’s so damn ready, and so am I. She whines when I remove my hand from her clothing. “I’m gonna ease the ache, baby, but I’m gonna ease it for both of us.”
I stand, my fingers on the waistband of my sweatpants. She sees what I’m doing and sits up quickly, the bra falling from her chest, letting her tits dangle there like a treat for me to capture. “Wait.” She stops me. “Let me do it.”
Her smaller fingers fumble with the drawstring, but she gets it and then slips the material down, all the way, pulling it off my hips. Her fingers catch the edges of my boxer briefs, taking them with the rest of the material. My cock stands proudly, pointing lewdly to her. “See what you do to me?” I curl my hand around her neck. “All of this is for you.” I bring my free hand to the base of my cock and give it a few tentative strokes.
She licks her lips, and before I know it, she leans forward, taking the head into her mouth, circling her tongue around the heated flesh.
“Baby.” I groan, throwing my head back as I can’t help but thrust into her mouth.
She grabs hold of my ass, pulling me further into her mouth. I let her, let her play for an embarrassingly short amount of time until I have to forcibly pull myself from her. “Keep doing that, Tate, and I won’t make it inside you.”
She understands what I’m saying, because she scoots to the edge of the bed, using her hands to push her sweapants and panties down as I walk over to the bedside table and snag a condom. We haven’t discussed this, but I’m going to assume I need to protect her, and I don’t want to slow down our momentum by bringing the subject up right now. With shaking hands, I suit up and turn back to the woman who has me tied in all kinds of knots.
“If I hurt you, please tell me,” I whisper when I kneel on the bed, positioning myself between her thighs.
“I promise,” she replies, her voice is strained. “This is what hurt last time, him entering me,” she whispers back at me. “I’m nervous,” she admits, her eyes meeting mine.
God I would do anything and everything in this world to take this fear away from her. Dropping my head to her neck, I position my mouth next to her ear. “Just relax, Tate, I’m not gonna hurt you.”
Judging by the way her nails dig in my back, I must surprise her when I support myself on one arm and bring the other between us, easing three fingers inside her and do my best to stretch her. My thumb strums her clit, causing her to relax as her thighs spread wider, her head tilts back, and her breath comes quicker. Before she realizes what I’m doing, I remove my fingers and replace it with my cock.
We both moan loudly as I push home. My arms shake so badly they can’t support me any longer. Withdrawing, I curl my arms around her body, cupping her ass in my hands, rolling us so that she lays half splayed on me, and I lay halfway on my side. Every part of us is touching, and our lips blindly meet one another as I use my hands to move her up and down on my length as I brace my feet on the bed and thrust up into her.
In this position, it’s easy for me to rea
ch around and use my fingers on her clit. I want her to come, want her to enjoy every bit of this experience, but I’m well aware of the fact I don’t need to drag this out. My balls are already pulling tight, ready to explode as I push and withdraw, setting a pace that I know we won’t be able to keep.
Pulling her lips away from mine, she throws her head back. I can feel her tightening against me, enjoy the way her pussy sucks me deeper. “Remy.” She digs her nails into my biceps. “I’m gonna come,” she pants.
“Come for me, Tate, give me another orgasm you haven’t gotten from your own hand.”
And fuck does she. She tightens against me, grinding against my dick, taking me with her as I spill violently into the latex barrier separating our bodies.
Her gaze is dazed as she glances at me. “That’s what it’s supposed to be like?”
My chest pumps from exertion, but I can’t help the smile that spreads across my face. “That’s exactly what it’s supposed to be like, and we’ll never settle for less.”
She buries her head in my neck. “Never.” She vows as she giggles.
That giggle is a balm to my broken soul. I’ll never forget this night for as long as I live.
CHAPTER NINETEEN
Tatum
I’m warm, which is unusual in itself, because normally I freeze at night. I sleep with a shirt, pants, socks, and two blankets. Everyone I know makes fun of me for wrapping up like a burrito, but this morning as I wake up, I’m toasty warm.
“Mornin’.”
I’d know that voice anywhere, and I fully can’t believe I slept next to him last night. When we’d settled next to each other, I’d been so nervous, but all it took was his arm around me, tucking me in next to his body, and I was comfortable. It speaks volumes about the man that Remy is, that I know I can trust him so easily.
Back to that voice though – it put goose bumps on my arms, it sent tingles down my spine, and made my core ache with rampant desire. I want Remy; I want him again, even after the way he played my body like a drum last night. His voice is scratchy, like sandpaper. Deep, like he’s had a cold and hasn’t cleared his throat yet. Sexy, like he’s standing in front of me wearing nothing but the sweatpants he put on after he took care of the condom, hanging low with just the width of his hips keeping them on. Yeah, last night I looked, and I know I’ll never forget the sight.
“Morning,” I answer back. How are we supposed to deal with this? Do I excuse myself to go brush my teeth? What’s etiquette? Will morning breath bother him? So much fucking pressure to make the right move.
“I can hear you thinking from back here,” he whispers in my ear, the scratchiness of an overnight scruff scrapes my neck. “Whatever you got going through that head of yours, talk to me, Tate. You’ve tensed up, and gotta be honest with you, I don’t like that at all.”
Gathering all my courage, I turn over to face him, and my God, he’s a gorgeous sight in the morning. The darkness of that overnight scruff I felt against my neck makes him look older; it gives him a somewhat dangerous appearance and all but forces me to lean in and kiss those whiskers. A deep chuckle vibrates in his chest as he brings his hands up to tangle in my hair.
“I’ve never woken up with a man before after having slept with him,” I mumble the words against where I rest my forehead against him. “I don’t know what’s appropriate. Do I go brush my teeth? Do I just go for it?”
His chuckle is replaced by a smirk. Pushing my face back from his, he leans in, giving me a chaste kiss. “That’s what you do. Then you get up, do your stuff, and when you’re both minty fresh, you go in with everything you got.”
My stomach flips thinking about everything he’s got.
“Until you’ve been together for years, you’re a married couple, and you just don’t care anymore. Chances are kids are beatin’ down the damn door, and you’re just trying to get a few minutes in before you have to go be an adult. That’s when you sneak and do whatever you gotta do. But for right now, Tate? You do what you’re comfortable with.”
The heart that cares so deeply for him is threatening to beat out of my chest, because I feel like he’s just explained our future. He’s given me a glimpse of something I think I want desperately with him when the time is right. “Well,” I say licking my lips and try to get out of the bed gracefully, “I’m gonna go brush my teeth, and I’ll be right back.”
“Take your time.”
I escape to the bathroom and shut the door behind me. Leaning against it for support is the only thing I can do; Remy unnerves me with the way he understands me. To the point where I have weak knees and shaky hands. Turning to face myself in the mirror, I take note of how alive I look, how happy I am. “You love him, Tate. Don’t be an ass, just tell him.”
But I can’t, not yet. It doesn’t seem significant enough yet. I know that’s odd, but I want those words to truly mean something. I’ve never said them to anyone outside of my family, and I want him to understand what they mean for me. Quickly I brush my teeth and take care of business, walking back out into the living area. He’s still lounging in bed, but when he sees me, he gets up, and I’m rewarded with his broad chest. “Be right back.” He grabs my pinky as he walks by, giving us a connection before he’s gone.
As I watch his back enter the bathroom and close the door, I realize I’m in so much damn trouble.
I fumble with things in the small kitchenette, fixing coffee for both of us as I wait for him to come out. When he does, his hair is dripping water at his neck, and he smells like fresh soap. It wafts out in front of his body as he makes his way over to me.
Remy stops, reaching to take my coffee cup out of my hand. “Don’t want you to spill anything.” He softly sets it down before he digs his fingers in my hair, cups my scalp, and tips my head back.
This isn’t so much a kiss as it’s a possession. Like he slept next to me last night, and he imprinted on me when he did it. Our tongues dual and I reach out to grab hold of his waist to keep myself upright. Gradually what started out as a fierce claiming eases, slowing down to a couple easy nips on my lips, before he pulls back completely from me.
“Good morning, what do you want to do today?”
After that? Take a cold shower. Instead, I lick the taste of him off my lips and tilt my head back to look in his eyes. “Whatever you want to do is good with me.”
*
Whatever he wanted to do turned out to be working. I assumed all he owned here was the little acre his house sits on, but I found out he owns twenty-five acres.
“I don’t like to go too long without checking the property. There have been landowners who’ve found squatters on the unused portion of their land. I don’t have to tell you I don’t need that kind of heat on me, because most of them are cooking meth. Since it snowed last night, it’s a good time to take the four-wheeler out I keep here and check to make sure nobody’s doing something they shouldn’t be. You want to come with me?”
“You have one four-wheeler?” I ask, putting a piece of toast in my mouth.
“Yeah, so we’ll have to ride double if that’s okay with you.”
A full day pressed against Remy? Sign my ass up. “Sounds like a good time to me.”
“It shouldn’t take very long.” He grabs his own piece of toast. “There’s only a few spots they like to set up when they do.”
“Doesn’t matter to me what we do, as long as we do it together.”
And I realize how true those words are, how much I absolutely love spending time with him. I’ve been around men my whole life. Some of them were good, some of them were bad, some hit on me, some completely ignored me. None, not one, have ever made me feel the way Remington Sawyer does. Whatever he asks me to do, I would do – not without question because that’s not me – but I’d do some very questionable things for him.
“Awesome, I got those coveralls you wore out here the other day. So you’ll be warm.”
“How much did it snow last night?” I push back the curtain in the kitch
en and gaze outside.
“Few inches. Just enough to make it a bit more difficult to navigate the terrain, but nothing to make it dangerous.”
Taking my last bite of toast and eating my last piece of bacon, I wipe my hands on a napkin and stand up. “I’ll be ready in a few minutes. So whenever you’re ready, I’m ready.”
Twenty minutes later, I find us standing outside at the shed he uses to store all of his equipment. Thanking the Lord I have the coveralls, the hoodie, and a wool cap he found for me. It’s stupid cold.
“You sure you’re gonna be able to handle this?” he questions as he opens the lock and goes about getting the four-wheeler ready for us to take it.
“I’ll be fine as soon as I get used to it.” I’m lying and I know I’m lying, but I want to spend time with him, and if this is what I have to do, then so be it.
He gives me a skeptical look, but doesn’t question me further. I watch as he does all kinds of manly things and then hops on, turning the key and pushing a button to start it. He revs the engine and gives me a sexy smile. “Get on.”
I’m careful not to hit him when I get on behind him and settle against the curve of his body. As much as the coveralls and clothes we’re wearing will allow, I plaster myself to his back.
“You ready?” he asks when I put my arms around his waist, clasping my hands at his belly button.
“Ready.”
He takes off with a lurch that makes me tighten my thighs around the machine and causes me to scream slightly. Remy looks over his shoulder, shooting me a sit-eating grin.
“You’re an ass.” I grip my arms around him tighter. “You did that on purpose.”
“Yet you didn’t fall off.” He turns his face over his shoulder, his eyes raking down to my lips.
It’s as if I can read his mind. Leaning forward in my seat, I brush our lips together. “I didn’t. I know how to keep my seat.”
“Yeah, you sure do.” He leans in for another kiss and then faces forward as we make our way out across the snow, deeper into his property.
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