by Layle Black
Remy felt his resolution to hold off on taking Selene every possible way known to man slipping. The last thing he expected was for her to initiate such an incendiary kiss. All his good intentions were burned to ash, leaving smoldering embers in its wake. If those wicked hands slipped anywhere below his belt any neighbor within a twenty foot radius was going to get a show worthy of a late night skin flick. As much as he hated to, Remy pulled away but his arms remained around her.
“Baby, take it easy on me or you’ll burn me alive.” Selene couldn’t help stealing one last kiss before following his lead. She was content for the moment just to be in his arms, surrounded by his strength and offering hers.
Suddenly the sound of an engine shattered the heated moment. Remy looked up and felt his stomach drop in apprehension. Of all the worst fucking times, he thought in disgust. Gaston Monero pulled up the driveway in his service truck. Monero’s Construction emblazoned across the side in jaunty bright colors that belied the thunderous expression on the older man’s face. Remy’s arm slid from around her waist but he defiantly kept his hand on her lower back. He knew Gaston would see it but at the moment Remy just didn’t give a shit. To Remy’s shock the moment the other man got close enough to address them, the thunderous expression on his face seemed to clear to reveal a mesmerized look of wonderment.
“Hello, Gaston. What brings you to Sparks? This is not a normal stop for you, is it?” Remy kept his tone light and conversational but he could feel his hackles raise the closer the other came. Gaston walked from his truck and strolled to the front porch but the closer he came the paler he got. He stopped just short of the bottom step, his eyes glued to Selene.
“Mignon? Is …is that you?” Gaston’s eyes seemed to glaze for a moment, as if lost in memory.
Selene looked from Remy to Gaston. There was something so familiar about him, she thought, but where she had seen him before escaped her. Selene had never been introduced to the older man previously but he seemed to have known her mother.
“I am sorry…Mr. Gaston? Mignon was my mother. Did you know her?” She saw the light of recognition fade from the older man’s eyes and become replaced finally with confusion and then a friendly open smile that should have put her at ease but only made her all the more wary. Suddenly she remembered where she’d seen him before. The lawyer’s office, she thought, I’d remember that smile anywhere. She’d thought he’d seemed familiar even then and now she suspected she may have seen him at her aunt’s funeral but there had been sea of unfamiliar faces. Selene turned to look at Remy and saw his expression remained stoic but there was a distinct look of dislike in his green eyes. What the hell was going on between these two?
“I …I did know her. A long time ago.” Gaston’s smile seemed to fade to be replaced by an almost poignant acceptance that made Selene wonder how well he’d known her mother.
Gaston’s friendly demeanor highlighted an extremely handsome face only slightly affected by age and a life spent working in the elements. The older man stood only just a little shorter than Remy with a thick shock of white hair that stood out against the florid flush of his skin. Selene judged him in his late sixties but with his fit stature it was hard to tell. Gaston stepped forward, his hands raised to offer a handshake to Selene.
“Pardon my confusion there for a moment. It’s just you look so like your mother. I must say it threw me there for a second. I am Gaston Monero and a pleasure to meet you. I heard Mignon had a daughter but we never got the chance to meet…when your mother was alive. “ That didn’t surprise Selene. They had kept pretty quietly to themselves except for Aunt Felicity and the odd social worker. If her mother had many friends at all, Selene wouldn’t have known it.
Selene shook Gaston’s hand. still a little confused over the tension that still spiked between Remy and Gaston.
“A pleasure to meet you, Mr. Monero. I am sorry I didn’t get a chance to meet you when I was younger.” Selene noticed that Remy remained silent but his body was rigid with tension. Gaston seemed to ignore him all together, continuing on in a friendly chatter.
“Please, call me Gaston. My father was Mr. Monero and I am not quite that old yet. Let me offer my condolences for your aunt. She was a lovely woman and will truly be missed. Please forgive my shock earlier. It’s just that you are the very image of your mother and I am afraid it caught me a little off guard.” Selene smiled just for lack of knowing what to say, her mind whirling with questions. When Gaston had seen her he’d looked…devastated. Selene turned to look at Remy but he remained quiet. The only telltale sign of emotion was the flexing of his jaw. Tension flowed between the men like an electric charge. It was nothing that either man said but she got the impression there was a silent war waging.
“Selene, you’d better grab a few more clothes for the week. It’s time we head back to my place.” For the first time Remy spoke, his hand pressing her toward the door to the house. She turned to argue but his look brooked no argument. For the sake of avoiding a scene in front of Gaston she entered the house and left the men there on the porch.
Remy waited for the coming onslaught with the subtle calm before the storm. As soon as Selene was out of earshot Gaston let loose.
“I should have known you couldn’t wait to come sniffing around her, St. Clair. I made a mistake asking you boys to look out for her. Now that she’s back in town I knew it was only a matter of time before you came calling. So which one of you has been in her pants first?” The friendly banter of a few moments ago melted under the deluge of acid in Gaston’s tone. The man seem to physically bristle up at Remy but he refused to take the bait even though he felt well within his right to beat the ever loving shit out of the older man for anything derogatory coming out of his mouth concerning Selene.
“Now you’re having her staying at your house? If she is not in your bed yet, she will be shortly. This is not the life I would have wanted for her and you damn well know it.”
Remy stood by quietly and let Gaston speak until the old man ran out of steam. He knew he should feel some measure of guilt but he didn’t. He couldn’t regret one moment he’d had with Selene, then or now. The only thing that gave him pause was Selene’s ignorance of the role he and Jac had played when she was a kid.
“She’s no longer a child, Gaston. The decisions she makes are her own and neither Jac nor I force her to do anything she doesn’t want to do. The past is over and now it’s time to move on.” For a moment Gaston appeared as if he was about to debate the issue but suddenly it was like all the fight slipped out of the old man. So it seemed but Remy didn’t trust him further than he could throw him.
“She needs to leave this place and stay the hell out of Clay. There’s nothing for her that will mean her any good.” Gaston delivered his parting shot walked back to his truck, looking almost dejected as he went. Gravel kicked up as the truck backed out, leaving flying dust in its wake. Remy shook his head, denying like hell any remorse he felt toward Gaston. The older man had approached two wayward boys and gave them a mission, a reason. Remy had been dealing with the loss of his own mother and Jac had lost both his parents in the same accident. Angry and grieving they had ridden hell for leather all over the Parish. Aimless and looking to fight and fuck whatever came their way. If it hadn’t been for looking out for Selene they would have ended up in jail or dead. So in a way Remy could see that they owed Gaston but the gratitude ended there. What happened now was between consenting adults and of their own choosing. Remy just hoped Selene chose them.
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Selene stood under the steamy stream of the shower thinking she should be taking a cold shower instead. After leaving her aunt’s house for the second time she found herself driving her rental car back to Remy’s house, silently fuming because she’d been bullied again into doing what he said. She supposed it was all for the best. Sitting in his car would have no doubt produced enough sexual tension to choke a porn star. Once they reached the house Selene had peppered questions about Gaston and came up empty
handed, getting only “Jac and I knew him as boys.” The conversation had ended there and then the torment began. One of his hands moved to lay high upon her hip, flexing against her pliable flesh. His fingers did not move, only laying against her quietly, almost unthreatening but anticipation made her breathing slow and shallow. She wanted him to move them. Lower or higher, it didn’t matter, just move somewhere on her body. His body pressed flush against hers and the warmth of his breath caressing her face as effectively as if it were his own feather light touch. Just like that she was ready, her body easing and preparing itself for him. I am a total slut, she’d thought dismally. Just a little “come hither” from either one of these men and she was ready to play the mare to their stallion. Any questions about Gaston floated away on her next shallow breath and all she cared about was jumping him.
Stepping out of the shower she reached for one of the thick towels hanging from a rack. Wrapping it around her she walked into the coolness of her bedroom. The sun had started to set and the room was cast in golden glow. The light shown on the metal box of letters she’d brought from the house because given the latest spate of vandalism she was afraid to leave them there. With a sigh she fell back onto the softness of the bed and let her mind wander. The last couple days had left her feeling completely wrung out but at the same time giddy. She laughed as she said aloud, “And here I thought blue balls were just a guy thing.” Between Jac and Remy, Selene was feeling decidedly deprived. If she were at home in her apartment she would have reached for the bedside table for her cornucopia of sex toys. Selene had never been shy about finding her own satisfaction. Her logic was who better to please yourself…than yourself. It certainly beat trying to give directions to a clueless partner or faking a phantom orgasm in order to spare feelings. The thought of feeling one of the thick dildos filling her slick channel sent a spurt of liquid heat down between her thighs.
Selene pulled the towel from around her and let it fall to the floor by the bed. Immediately the cool air of the room sensitized her still dampened skin from her shower. She pulled her legs up to bend at the knees on the edge of the bed. She let her legs fall open, luxuriating in the feeling of cool air brushing over her moist center. A little moan of delight escaped her lips at the sheer sensual decadence and utterly deliciousness of the sensation. The ceiling fan above her bed spun in a lazy circuit, sending a cooling breeze down over her super-heated body and she arched her back against the clean lemon scented sheets of the bed. With her eyes closed she let her hands move over her body, pretending they were the hands of Remy or Jac or even both of them. Yes, both of them, she thought, and her body hummed complete agreement as she let the fantasy play in her mind.
Another moan spilled from her lips as her fingers gently pinched her nipples before slipping one her hands down along her lightly rounded belly to slip between her thighs. For a moment her fingers just lightly teased over the slick folds of her pussy, which was already slick and throbbing. Purposely she built the flames of arousal slowly, ratcheting up her own desire, stringing herself out for the greater pleasure she was hungering for. In her mind’s eye she could see Remy and Jac standing on either side of the bed slowly removing their clothes and preparing to join her on the bed, their eyes moving hungrily over her body, the desire to get next to her making their hands shake. Selene raised her fingers to her lips to lick them wet before returning them to the hard peaks of her nipples. She shuddered at the first slick pinch of her fingers as they rolled over the ultra-sensitive tips. She could almost feel their hands beginning to move over her, teasing and caressing her until she ached with the empty feeling fast developing between her thighs.
Finally she let her fingers slide between wet folds, sinking deeper until she felt the full length of two fingers. Their tongues would come next, she thought, her mind sinking into sensual haze. Remy first and then Jac as they kissed and sucked their way down her body, holding her legs wide apart so Remy could tease her clit while Jac sucked her nipples. She teased herself further, her fingers moving a slow pumping tempo just fast enough to bring her to the edge and then backing off before satisfaction could be hers. Selene writhed on the bed, her body arching up as her fingers slickly slid in and out of her pussy.
The erotic sound her wet pussy sucking at her plunging fingers filled the air. Soon the first tingles of an orgasm had her hips rocking against the bed. Her fingers were moving at a furious pace now to match her heaving breath, which seesawed in and out of her parted lips. A little keening noise began at the back of her throat as the pressure of climax neared. Just when the pleasure became too much her face turned toward the bedroom door. Her eyes opened and she saw Remy standing just inside the doorway. His eyes were riveted on her every movement. She watched his tongue slide across his lips like a starving man, his hands clenching into fists that shown bare knuckle white with strain. The green of his eyes said it all, hungry and animal like in their stillness. All attention focused on her like prey and he just waiting to pounce. The orgasm she’d been working toward crashed over her in one long wave. Her gaze remained transfixed to his as her body arched against the bed, her thighs falling wide apart to accommodate a deeper thrusting reach with her fingers while she rode out the climax wracking her. When Selene lay breathless on the bed in the wake of it Remy finally spoke. His voice was harsh and thickened with desire.
“Selene, remember that promise I gave you this morning?” He walked into the room toward the bed, his fingers making quick work of his shirt buttons. “Well…I never go back on my word.”
Chapter 13
Once again Selene surprised the hell out him, Remy mused, the light tremor in his fingers a surprise to him. Although thinking was proving a real difficulty because it felt like all the blood in his body had pooled in his aching cock. He’d only come to Selene’s room to ask what she felt like for dinner and her door had been open a crack so he’d taken a peek and almost came in his pants when he looked within. Under the fading light of the sun Selene lay across her bed with her legs bent and spread facing the doorway. Like the most succulent feast splayed before him, she was tantalizing from head to toe. His cock rose swiftly and almost painfully against the zipper of his jeans. The gentleman in him told him to turn away and close the door behind him but the man who’d obsessed about the beautiful woman lying upon the bed would not have turned away to save his own life. He’d imagined Jac would not have done differently.
The moment her eyes met his in the midst of the most beautiful body rolling orgasm he’d ever seen he’d known there was no way in hell he was leaving her. The glistening folds of her pussy sucked at her long fingers as they pumped furiously, her hips rolling as her body began to quicken with pleasure. Remy stepped into the room knowing damn well he was assuming a whole lot but he just couldn’t stop himself, his fingers already going to the buttons of his shirt.
“Selene, remember that promise I gave you this morning?” He spoke slowly as he approached the bed. That morning he’d assured her that he would finish what they started and now the time had come. “Well…I never go back on my word.” Upon reaching the bed he just stood for a moment to gaze over the visual feast she presented. Her legs were still splayed giving him got a bird’s eyes view of the creaming delicious honey painted pink folds of her pussy and her taut inner thighs. He imagined he could already taste her on his tongue and down his throat. The scent of her arousal was thick in the air, clinging to his senses and intoxicating him. All he could think was…mine.
Selene laid still, her eyes transfixed on Remy’s every move. When she had looked up at him in the midst of her orgasm instead of embarrassed she had felt a sensual empowerment. The look in his eyes told her all she needed to know about his interests and his desires. The massive bulge in the front of his pants was heavily pronounced and thrusting unapologetically against the front of his jeans. The very sight of it made her body hum all over again despite her recent release. Remy’s chest rose and fell as if he’d just run a marathon but he stood still, watching. I�
�ll give him something to look at, she thought with a wickedness that surprised even her. Knowing his eyes watched her every move, she began to undulate slowly on the bed. Her hips rose and fell in an erotic emulation of a woman receiving the deep thrusts of her lover. Her hands cupped her breasts, pressing them close together to create a tempting cleavage. Selene was intoxicated with the power to push the boundaries of his control and from the look of his hands tightening into fists she had succeeded.
Remy was well aware of what she was up to with the wanton display and was at his limits of control. With a low curse he reached out to slide his hand down the length of her smooth thigh.
“You’d better know what you’re in for, petite oiseau. I am not one of your city dwelling lovers who will be gentle when you get scared. I’ll make you scream.” Remy barely held himself in check and he figured it was only fair to warn her before he began. “You have no idea how I’ve longed to touch you like this in my most fevered dreams, both awake and asleep. You’re the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen and you drive me out of my mind with wanting you.” His fingers slipped along the slope of her inner thigh inching toward glistening pink folds at the apex of her thighs. With his eyes still on hers he leaned down over her to replace his seeking fingers with the soft press of his lips. The intoxicating scent of her bombarded his senses and he was lost in her. Her responding shiver told him she was with him all the way. Soft butterfly kisses turned to gentle nips that soon had her squirming on the bed beneath him. Unhurriedly he inched forward until the tip of his nose nuzzled the soft down of her pubic hair. Remy forced her legs even wider apart to make room for his shoulders and he knelt at the edge of the bed. His hands grasped her hips and with a firm tug he pulled her closer to his mouth.
Selene arched her back at the first flick of his questing tongue along her creaming slit. With a husky groan he settled into tasting her thoroughly. At first he worked her slowly, using his tongue to drive her to the edge before relenting long enough for her to settle only to drive her to yet another height of sensation. His fingers gently parted her pussy lips so he could tongue and suck the hardened nub of her clit. Remy smiled against succulent flesh when he heard the moaning cry she unleashed when she found her first orgasm. He slid first one then two fingers into the tight hold of her channel, pumping relentlessly as he continued to work her to another shattering orgasm. He was close to spending in his jeans at his first touch of the wet lush folds. Her sweet taste filled his mouth.
