Total pages in book: 86
Estimated words: 81423 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 407(@200wpm)___ 326(@250wpm)___ 271(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 81423 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 407(@200wpm)___ 326(@250wpm)___ 271(@300wpm)
I pulled in, got out of the truck, and knocked. The soft sound of his guitar came from inside. It stopped, and then the door opened. He was a mess, but that was Remy—his hair in every direction, like he’d run his hands through it a hundred times, low-slung jeans, and no band of underwear. His lips pulled into a smile, and the nerves that had been going haywire inside me slowed.
“I took an earlier flight. I went by your house, but you weren’t there, so I knew you were still with your family.”
I didn’t reply, didn’t have time for words, instead taking his mouth with mine. Remy’s arms wrapped around me, and we stumbled inside. I managed to kick the door closed behind us, kissing him like he was my source of air, my hands all over his body like I was freezing and he was the only warmth.
“Someone missed me,” he said as he fell to the couch. I went down on top of him, straddling his lap and pulling his hair. “I missed you too,” he said breathlessly as I kissed his neck, behind his ear, and sucked the lobe into my mouth.
“More touching. Words later,” I managed to get out before kissing him again. Remy’s hands went to my ass, then slid under my shirt, up and down my back.
I moved slowly, glided down to the floor, where I knelt between his legs, kissing his chest and stomach as I went.
I opened his pants. “I want to suck you.” I wanted to worship him. There was nothing I loved more than exploring Remy’s body, trying to show him with my hands and my mouth and my cock what I saw and felt when I looked at him.
“Fuck yes.” He lifted his hips. I tugged at his pants, moving so I could get them all the way off, then dropped them to the floor. He was hard as a railroad spike, his cock sticking up past his belly button, the ginger hair I’d always loved and he’d hated, and tight balls.
I lapped at his sac as I frantically opened my own jeans, pushing them and my underwear down my thighs. My hair brushed his groin, and Remy pulled in a deep breath. “Fuck, Law. What you do to me.”
I inhaled his scent—musk and soap, sunshine, and ridiculously, music—before sucking his cock into my mouth. I couldn’t say I was an excellent dick sucker, but I was enthusiastic and loved the feel of his length on my tongue. I added my left hand to the mix, stroking and sucking, craving his salty load.
Remy’s hand was in my hair. I looked up to see him staring at me with such awe in his gaze, it stole my breath. He slid his hand down, cupped my face, and brushed his fingers over my skin as I blew him. “God, I can’t believe you’re mine. How did I ever let you go?”
I pulled off, kissed his stomach. “You’re saying that because I have your dick in my mouth. Wait until I leave my dirty laundry all over the house.”
Remy snorted. “Pretty sure that will be me.”
“Already is,” I teased, going down on him again. He hissed, lost himself to the pleasure as I did my damnedest to drive him wild.
I reached my free hand toward his face, and he took it, read my mind and licked it, and then I fisted my own cock, jerking and tugging it while I sucked him off.
“Shit…holy fuck, Law. I can’t…I don’t know how much longer…” He was babbling, his body strung tight, and I knew that meant he was about to lose it. I cupped his balls and hummed around his cock as he continued to ramble like he spoke some other language, thrust up, his cock spasming as he shot in my mouth. I swallowed him down, kept sucking and stroking myself until my vision went blurry, my release spilling down my hand. “Can I come to expect this kind of greeting every day?” he teased.
“Fucker.” I tweaked his nipple.
“Ouch,” Remy said, then sobered, pulled me toward him, and we lay on the couch.
“You know I’m probably getting come all over your furniture, right?”
“I’ll buy a new couch.”
“Such a waste of money. I never would have expected that from you,” I joked.
“If it’s between that and you sucking me off, I’ll choose the head every time.”
We both laughed, and he leaned in and kissed my temple. “It was a rough weekend,” he said softly.
“I’m sorry.”
“No need to be. Good things happened too, important things.”
“Like what?” I asked, and Remy answered. He told me about spending time with Brit, how much he’d missed her and how much he enjoyed hanging out with her again.
“She wants to come to Havenwood. I’m a bit scared, if I’m being honest, but she wants to meet you.”