Requiem (Remington Carter Book 2)

by Emma Cole

  "Hey, Reese Cup. I brought dinner. And dessert."

  I blushed hotly at his innuendo.

  Ethan carried in two bags; one was obviously not food. He set them down and came up close, sliding the spread fingers of one hand up the nape of my neck and up through my hair until he palmed the back of my head, cradling it as I relaxed into him.

  "We don't have to do anything you don't want to, alright?" he said.

  I nodded, and at the movement, my golden locks pulled tight in his grip.

  "I know. I'm just a bit nervous. I still want to."

  He leaned further into my space until we were breathing the same air. His slow seductive moves always made my heart race. The bad boy with the golden insides. It was such a contrast, and from his demeanor, you'd never think he could be so gentle. Hot, yes. Heck, he was nearly prettier than me. People stared, especially girls, at him. He was just that attractive.

  His pouty lips caressed mine before he touched his tongue to them, seeking entrance. I felt a line of heat rocket straight down my center to settle low in my abdomen as it kindled a fire between my legs. My breasts seemed to swell within my bra, and I had the urge to rub up against him like a cat begging for attention. He seemed to sense my feelings and slid his tongue between my lips to caress mine. I tried to participate, but he pulled back with a noise that I inferred as 'be still'. So, I held still and let him explore my mouth at his leisure, while he directed my head with the hold he had on it.

  "Dinner first, doll."

  I grumbled but stepped back to check out what was in the bag. BLT's and fries from a local diner. I wrinkled my nose, and of course he caught it.

  "Yours is the other box. No tomato."

  That boy is seriously in for more kisses already.

  I gave him a bright smile. "Remember that, huh?"

  "Yep. ‘Cooked are okay, like Italian food or soup, but not raw or on their own.’ I seem to remember it being a 'thing'." His finger quotes were cute.

  I grabbed drinks and napkins and set the food out on the table while Ethan ran everything else upstairs.

  We ate in a strained silence, until I couldn't take it any longer. "Are we gonna do this or what?"

  "I suppose we could…"

  I was out of my seat clearing the table almost before he got the second word out.

  Ethan was amused to say the least. "Reese, there's no rush."

  At my glare, he got up to clear his trash. He never had leftovers. I didn't really either, now that I thought about it. Except in this case, I was just too antsy to eat much.

  He caught my hand and reeled me in before I could zip up the stairs. Which was when he kissed me silly. By the time he let up, I was both more ready and calmer.

  "Better?" he asked.

  "Better."

  Still holding my hand, he led me upstairs. Of course, then I felt like I needed to pee.

  "I'm gonna run to the bathroom real quick." He released me and continued to the end of the hall where the attic stairwell was hidden behind a door. Doing my business quickly, I hurried to catch up to him.

  "You took it up there?" I asked. At his nod, I shrugged. It was more private, and we could watch the driveway better, just in case.

  I walked into a wonderland of lit candles and a turned down bed. My eyes widened at the array of toys laid out on the foot of the bed. Except there was one problem.

  They all appeared to be for me.

  I crossed my arms, about to demand an explanation, when Ethan beat me to it.

  "We're going to do this over the phone,” he said. “Come here first." I grudgingly stepped into his embrace. "I want you to do this for you. Not because I want you to. And same goes for me. Not to mention the fumbling I'm probably going to do. I do not need a witness for that. Video chat, above the neck."

  I still felt mutinous, even if what he proposed was surprisingly sweet. He tipped his head down until his forehead rested on mine and rubbed our noses together. That got a reluctant giggle.

  "I'll stay if you want. I'll help, whatever you need. I love you, Reese Cup."

  Oh, fuck me. Wide eyed I looked up at him, speechless.

  "I know. You love me, too. I'm awesome like that." The jackass smirked, and just like that, ruined his five minutes of sweetness.

  I got another smirk when I swatted his arm.

  "Just for that,” I said, “I'm not saying it."

  That wiped the expression right off his face, and it was my turn to be smug.

  "Alright," I changed the subject, "some is self-explanatory. Anything in particular I need to know?"

  He went over that everything was cleaned, charged or had batteries. Showed me the cleaner he'd stuck in the bathroom and the settings on them and explained where it all went. I was beet red by the time he was done.

  "Ethan, you're the best. Seriously, I know you had to read or watch videos for all of that for me. Thank you. And thank you for planning this. You're really an excellent boyfriend, no matter what other people say." I could be a smartass, too. "I want a tutorial for yours, too. It's only fair since you know about mine."

  "You're lucky I love you, doll face. I'll explain as I get to them. That work for you?" I nodded, and he went to leave.

  Before he could close the door, I yelled, "I love you too, you know!"

  That earned me a giant-sized grin that revealed his deep dimples. So, pretty…

  I procrastinated watching him out of the attic window as he got on his bike and started it up. With a rumble from the engine and pipes, he tooled out of the driveway to go to his own house.

  I got comfortable after locking the door and sat to wait on Ethan's call. While I was waiting, I started checking out all the items he'd left. I turned one on that kinda resembled a little pink penguin. I stared incredulously at the suction on that thing. That was gonna be fun—or give me a hickey in an unmentionable place. I set it in the "definitely" pile. Next, was a giant thing. It was fuchsia. I was also certain it belonged to a horse, or at the very least, a pony. That went in the "save for an adventurous day" pile.

  There were a couple different bullet vibrators that were easy enough to figure out; a thing called a hummingbird, for instance. Its beak went...where?! It was really cute, though. I put it in the "maybe" pile. My phone rang as I was putting the two smaller dildos and same-sized vibrator in the "definitely" pile. I answered a little hesitantly, pressing the button for the video chat. I mean, he bought them, but I was going to be using them.

  "Hey, doll face, you ready to try it another day yet?"

  Oh, that settles it, the smug ass got some of those things on purpose to scare me off.

  "Are you? Cuz, I just figured out what the hummingbird is for, and since I know the general size of where some of this goes, I'm thinking you'll be backing out before I will." I could see I'd landed my point there a little too hard and felt bad for teasing him. "Ethan, you don't have to either. I'm just teasing you."

  "I know. I'm going to. I've heard too many horror stories and want to know exactly what to expect and how it feels."

  "Same here, babe. Okay, so you ready?" I couldn't tell for sure, but I thought he was shirtless as I couldn’t see the collar of the shirt he’d been wearing earlier, so I was thinking that's a yes.

  "Yep. You picked what you wanted? I may have added on a bit to what we originally ordered."

  "I saw that,” I said with a laugh. “And yes. Except there's a round thing with a hole in it that I'm not exactly sure what to do with…" I held up the purple and gold gadget in view of the camera.

  "Ah. Thumb through the hole and hold straight down. After you click the button. Keep clicking for settings. The packaging for everything is in the box in the bathroom if you need it."

  I did as he said, with the circle at the top. It came alive between my legs and felt like what I'd imagine a silicone tongue would.

  "Oh, oh! Yep, that's how it works." I could hear Ethan laughing at me and realized I'd closed my eyes. This was more awkward than I'd thought it would be
when we were shopping.

  "Sorry, I didn't mean to laugh," he said sobering. I glared at him effectively enough even though the awesomeness that was going down between my legs.

  "Fine. Your turn." That wiped the smile off his face.

  "Um, yeah. Sure."

  I sighed. This wasn't working. I shut the toy off.

  "Ethan," I said, getting his attention. "Why don't we just chat, huh? We don't have to do this right now." He looked grateful. I'd never considered he might not feel comfortable.

  "What do you want to talk about?"

  Good question. Then I got a sudden inspiration.

  "This guy. The one back at school. What's he like."

  Warily, he started talking. It probably was weird that a girlfriend would ask, but I knew he was into the guy. I loved Ethan to pieces, and I wasn't naive to think he'd never wonder. That was part of the reason for today's activity.

  "He's… mischievous, I'd guess you would call it. Always pranking or teasing. Really serious when needed. And bossy. Well, when it's just us hanging out. Which isn't often, as he has a brother that's never far away."

  This was hitting a little close to home. It made me think of the guys from last summer. Then that got my mind wandering to being in a bed between the twins.

  "Hey, where'd you go? Did I say something wrong?" he asked.

  I blushed at where my thoughts had gone. I knew I had to explain when I saw how upset Ethan was.

  "Nothing is wrong,” I said. “I was thinking. You know I've had some experience, right?"

  He nodded, looking confused.

  "Well, what you just said made me think of the guys I'd—"

  "Wait, guys? As in plural? Together?"

  I nodded. "Yes. We fooled around, and one of them is a lot like the person you were describing, but his brother was there, too… So, what I mean is, about your guy, it might be alright if you wanted to see where it goes. You'll be there. I'll be here. If you want to try long distance, that is?" I was so fumbly, I wasn't sure I even made sense to myself.

  "You'd do that? For me?" His expression held so much hope. I couldn't deny him. I hadn't even known he felt so strongly about the guy. We'd figure it out.

  "Of course, I would silly. I wouldn't want you doing anything with anyone else. Or him either. That's a good way to get something nasty. Maybe one day, if things get serious or you just stay friends we can meet. We're young, but I know I want to be a part of your life whether we stay together or not. We're friends, Ethan, and I love your ornery butt."

  He blew me a kiss and got that 'up to no good' glint in his eyes. "So, two guys huh? You gonna share what happened?"

  I wasn't quite sure I should, but I doubted I'd ever see them again. They'd ghosted me. I started telling Ethan about that night in New York. By the time I reached where they both had their hands between my legs, I'd gotten worked up and Ethan was heavy lidded with shoulder movement popping in and out of the viewer.

  "Don't stop, Reese Cup. You've got me going now."

  I had myself going, too. I told him just a sec and muted the video. I grabbed one of the long, thicker vibrators and a wand thing with a bullet vibrator at the end. I placed the wand within reach as I turned the video back on. Switching on the other one, I relaxed back and tentatively touched it to my clit. I let out an involuntary gasp at the sensation, catching Ethan's attention.

  "Reese, you liking that?"

  I just nodded and pressed more firmly, enjoying myself. It was hard to pay attention, but Ethan moved in and out of the camera view. A few minutes later, I was wet from my clit to my upper thighs and slid the tip just a little inside to test the feeling. I got closer to orgasm, and it was so much more intense than my own hands. My attention split when I grabbed the wand, prepared to use the other fully inside. As I got it on, I looked back to my screen and found Ethan with an expression of a cross between pleasure and pain on his face. Head tipped, back he let out a groan, and I could just imagine him filling himself.

  Damn I should have asked to see more. I knew there were some vibrating plug things and a long slim black silicone dildo. I don't know what else he'd added on later, but my guess was the dildo.

  He finally realized he had my rapt attention and smiled lazily at me.

  "Enjoying yourself?" I asked, giving him his words back.

  "Yes. Yes, I am. How are you feeling, baby? I wish I could see it all. Your noises have me harder than I can ever remember being without getting off. I want to see you make yourself feel good. All pretty and pink and wet." His unexpected dirty talk had me wanting to do anything he asked. And I wanted to see to.

  "I will if you do," I said.

  He considered it for a moment, then agreed. I scooted back and propped myself on pillows until I got where he could see everything. And I meant everything.

  "Fuck, baby, I don't know if I can last and I'm not even in you. I want to do that soon. If you want to. We'll discuss it later; I think you might say yes just because of what's going on right now."

  He was right, I probably would. He'd adjusted as well but more slowly. And then I saw why. His ass was split by that black length of silicone, and fuck me, if that wasn't hot. His dick stood straight and hard and leaking. I wished so badly he was there right then. I wondered if he'd let me use that on him another time while I sucked him off. He groaned as I said as much and gripped himself tight. Tighter than I would have expected. His eyes fused to mine until I moved my hand and he watched intently as I penetrated myself with the toy. A small stretch and a little pinchy but nothing bad, and when I turned on the wand to join in on my clit, it turned into something amazing. Eyes glued to Ethan and his scene and the toys wrecking me, I reached my peak quickly. He came before I did and cupped his hand to catch the fluid before it made a mess. The sight helped push me over the crest, and I pulsed hard around the silicone.

  Settled back down, I clicked it all off and readjusted the camera to just my face, Ethan did the same.

  "Be right back." While he cleaned up, I took the opportunity to do my own tidying in the bathroom. Using the spray he'd bought that I hadn't thought of, I stored it all on a towel under the cupboard to dry. I wiped myself up and returned to the bed. I'd have to change the sheets later. I saw he'd beat me back, already with a t-shirt on, and I’d redressed too. I felt lazy and sated and excited all at the same time.

  "I'm up for more another time. Thanks for sharing this with me. Best boyfriend ever." We talked a little longer before I heard my parents pulling in the drive. Getting off the phone I checked around to make sure nothing got left out anywhere in case they came up here and unlocked the door before I flipped back into bed.

  In the present…

  "Well, that's the story of the attic."

  Eli looks hot and bothered after I finish, and I can't blame him. I am too.

  "We're so doing a reenactment sometime, Remi girl. That's hot as fuck. Can we take them home with us?"

  Well, that's not quite the reaction I expected.

  "Sure. But I don't know how Ethan, or Beck for that matter, would feel about you watching Ethan masturbate."

  Eli sputters a denial. "Not him! You! Geez, woman, I love him like family, but I don't need to see that. Think we could sneak up and snag some now?"

  I'm shaking my head before he even finishes. "Nope, not happening. You have to go to bed."

  He tries puppy dog eyes I don't fall for. "You're gonna send me off to bed with blue balls? Babe, you're so mean."

  I know he's teasing but glare anyway. "Goodnight, Smurf boy."

  Clutching a hand to his heart, miming a wound, he collapses back on the bed. I tackle him and tickle his ribs, making him roll off with a thump. That makes us both freeze. Hope Mom didn't hear that. It's silent from downstairs, so I think we're clear, but it puts an end to our play.

  I walk Eli to the door, and before the kisses can evolve, I push him out into the hallway. I catch the twins’ door closing and wonder which one was watching. I'd bet on Dylan. Beck would have had so
mething smartass to say.

  Morning dawns cold and gray, and I can hear rattling going on downstairs when I open my bedroom door. I get to the kitchen to find my mom and all the guys. And she's put them to work, by the looks of it. She even found them all aprons.

  I immediately pull out my phone and start clicking, much to her delight and their chagrin. Dinner, or in this case, lunch prep goes by in a flash, and Mom shoos us out to go find something to do. The guys have already found the rest of the surveillance equipment and destroyed it. I worry about the legality, but in this case, it's unlikely it was authorized to begin with.

  Those thoughts bring a sobering reality to the day that I try to shake off by suggesting we go check out downtown and see what's open.

  Surprisingly, the ice cream parlor is open, the owners giving kids free treats for the holiday.. We go in and there's a small awkwardness when they all try to get me the same thing, until we all bust up laughing about it. The past catches up in the weirdest ways. We finish up there and the twins want to stop at the orchard. Of course, Beck heads straight for the tree and tells Ethan and Eli all about the apple pelting. I see Dylan off to the side, and while Beck is regaling the others with the tale, I walk over to him.

  "You remember this spot, love?"

  I look around, and sure enough, I do.

  "It's a hard thing to forget, Dylan," I say quietly.

  He has his hands in his pockets with his open jacket flaps popping out under his arms. Serious and silly at the same time.

  "I'd wondered if you had. Forgotten, that is. I miss you, Remi." He's so sad when he says it. I go to him, deciding to put everything else behind us and start fresh. Neither of us have been very forgiving of the other.

  Winding my arms around his waist, I rest my head on his chest, hearing his rapid heartbeat beneath. Slowly, he puts his arms around me and squeezes tight. Almost too tight, but I don't complain. It's nice just to be and not have the tension.

  "I loved you, ya’ know?” he says, softly. “I didn't realize how deep it went, even when we had to leave. Until we got that letter telling us to leave you alone, that is. Telling us that we were wrong. It hurt so much. Beck went after Ethan, even though Ethan wasn't aware yet. Beck was determined just to let it go. I don't think he believed it, at first. I know I didn't, but as time passed and no word came to refute it, we finally gave up.”