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Her lips parted on a sigh. “I wish it had taken longer to get pregnant.”
I had already made up my mind. I didn’t care that she was already pregnant. I wasn’t finished with her. I opened my mouth to tell her just that, but the music faded and she pulled away from me with a giggle before hurrying back to the table.
43.
***Memphis***
Icouldn’tthinkofanything other than Remy’s words as we left the hotel and Jake drove us home. No one spoke, but it no longer felt like a strained silence. It felt tense, but in another, more promising way. Each time I shifted and accidentally touched Wells sitting next to me, a jolt of awareness and arousal hit me like lightning. I wasn’t going to my house, not alone anyway. I needed them and they wanted me, by some miracle. I couldn’t deny myself anymore. Whatever happened, I’d survive. Broken hearts healed. I’d be fine.
I was thinking of how to invite myself inside when Jake parked in front of the main house. I cleared my throat and was about to blurt it out when Boone spoke up.
“That dinner was not enough food. Want to come in and see if we have anything left in the fridge? Sophia always leaves great snacks.” He flicked his gaze between my mouth and eyes as he spoke.
I nodded right away and got out of the car as fast as I could in the gown. Jake was waiting by the door, doing his best not to laugh when he looked at me. I lightly slapped his arm as I passed him. “Shut up.”
Remy stood back and said something that Jake nodded to, something that had Jake’s grin growing even more shit-eating. I felt like I was doing a walk of shame, just the before instead of the after. It felt so obvious that we were all going inside to do anything but everything holy.
Wells took my hand and led me into the kitchen. Boone had his head in the fridge, looking for snacks. Remy leaned against the passway into the kitchen and crossed his arms over his chest as he watched me. My body buzzed with awareness as Boone slowly looked up from the fridge at me. It was clear that the choice was mine.
I took a deep breath and turned to Wells. “Unzip me?”
His blue-green eyes turned darker as he found what he wanted in my gaze. As I turned my back to him, he slowly dragged my hair to one side and pushed it over my shoulder. His fingers were hot and rough on my spine as he moved them lower to grip the zipper and tug it down.
I walked forward a few steps and let the dress fall to my feet, the sound of the material hitting the floor like a bomb going off in the silent kitchen. Standing in front of them in just a lacy black thong, I gathered all of my courage and walked towards the stairway. Looking back at them over my shoulder, I bit my lip and smiled. “Well?”
I didn’t make it another step before Remy caught me and hauled me back into the kitchen. He set me down on the island, with his body between my legs, and forced me backwards until my bare skin met the cold marble and I arched away from it. His hands framed my ribs and skimmed up to cup my breasts, his fingers framing my sensitive nipples but not touching them.
“Things are different now.” He looked down at me with a stern expression on his face before dipping his head to circle my navel with his tongue. “This isn’t sex under the premise of procreation. This is pure, raw fucking because we can’t keep our hands off of each other and that changes things.”
I grabbed his hands, needing more contact, but he caught my arms and pinned them to the counter on either side of me. Tugging against his restraint, I let out a desperate moan and lifted my knees to cradle his hips. I just needed more. “I could use some of that pure, raw fucking now, please.”
He smiled but it was somehow filthy. “There are rules. If you decide you want this, you’re going to get all of me. That includes the part of me that needs to control you and break you until you’re screaming for relief. I want things that you’ve probably never thought of, sweetheart. I want to collar you and make you crawl across the floor to beg at my feet. I want to fuck you like you’re my personal whore and then lick you clean so you know you’re my good girl. I want your ass. I want to hear you scream for me as I pop that cherry and I want to do it with a fucking audience, Memphis. The shit I want to do to you should make you run.”
His words scared me almost as much as they turned me on. I knew there was something darker with Remy’s desires and I’d wanted that fire to burn me. I’d thought about it more than a few times while in bed all alone. The days I’d woken up with handprints fading on my ass, from him or Wells, I’d been so turned on that I used the shower head to make myself come. I’d never done the things he wanted, but I’d read about some of them. I wasn’t so naive that I didn’t know what he was, a dominant.
I held his gaze and lifted my chin, daring him to do what he wanted. “You sound like you’re trying to warn me away, Sir. Maybe you should be asking yourself if you’re ready for this.”
Watching his face transform to show his true dominant nature was enough to have my hips grinding into the counter as I tried to get him to touch me. His jaw hardened, his shadow of a beard darker in the dim lighting of the kitchen, and his eyes shifted from a clear blue sky to a stormy one, ready to unleash.
“I’m going to be the center of your world in a few minutes, M. Are you sure you want to ruffle my feathers?” His eyes shifted to Boone and Wells, who’d moved to stand on either side of me. “Hold her arms.”
I looked up at Wells as he gripped my arm and watched me with an unbending focus. On my other side, Boone stared back at me with an amused smile on his handsome face. I pulled against their grips and then screamed when a sharp tug ripped my panties from my body. The material bit in my hip before snapping, leaving a stinging mark.
I lifted my head to glare at Remy, but he didn’t look up at me. His eyes were on the red mark across my hip. He leaned over and ran his tongue over the mark. “Your skin holds a mark so prettily, sweetheart. It turns so red so easily and the color lingers.”
Wells swore when Remy’s hand landed on my thigh with a loud slap. It barely stung, but the sound was intense enough to make me cry out. I looked down to see a perfect outline of his hand on my skin.
“I’ve been dreaming of seeing you covered in my marks, sweetheart. No more sneaking away and hiding after. I’m going to inspect every inch of you in the morning and take note of all the places you’re still showing my touch.” He cupped my breasts again and finally pinched my nipples, turning my moaning into a loud and broken scream as he played them perfectly. I’d never known I loved having my nipples pinched and tugged until him. I’d never had anyone manhandle me before and I loved it.
“Wells. Would you like the honor of feasting on our midnight snack while I go find a few things?” Remy and Wells exchanged a look. “Edge her. She’s not allowed to come until I’m sliding into her ass.”
I jerked my head up and glared at him. “No!”
“No to having to earn your orgasm or no to taking my dick up your perfect ass?” He licked around my belly button again and then nipped me with his teeth. “I’m only taking a no one one of those.”
“I need to come. You can’t stop me!” I felt feral at the idea of him denying me my orgasm.
“Wrong one, M.” He moved away and watched Wells wedge himself between my thighs with his broad shoulders stretching me wide open. “You have all the control, Wells. We own each of her orgasms and she gets them when we give them to her, when we’ve decided she’s earned them. Not a moment before.”
