Remington (The Theriot Family 1)

“That, meaning had a man’s cock up your ass?”

I nodded. “Yes. Right.” I knew how ridiculous it was that he’d picked me up off the street, yet I was nervous talking about anal sex.

He smiled, looking far too pleased with himself. “So I would be your first?”

“If that was on the menu, then yes.”

He smiled again. “I like that. I like that a lot.”

“But it’s not… I mean, I’m not… That’s not an option tonight. If that means that I should…”

He grabbed my arm. “You’re not going anywhere.”

My heart pounded as he studied me. Would he force me? There’d be nothing I could do if he did.

“So what have you had inside you? A dildo?”

“Yes, but… it’s a small one.”

He grinned. “So you think you’d need to work up to what I have to give you.”

“Um… I…”

“Fuck. You’re even hotter when you blush.”

He cupped my face in his hands and pulled me to him for a kiss. Before I had a chance to say that was another thing I didn’t do with clients, his mouth was on mine and I was opening for him, letting his tongue take my mouth the way I couldn’t stop thinking about him taking my ass—with no hesitation, like he owned me and was in complete control.

I relaxed in his arms, letting it happen at first, then kissing him back with equal fervor, tasting him, sliding my tongue against his, letting my teeth scrape his bottom lip. I wanted it all, everything I’d denied myself, but if I gave in, wouldn’t I only feel worse when he sent me home later?

When he finally pulled away, ending the kiss, his breathing was as ragged as mine. I couldn’t help but feel proud of that. “Do I… um… do I get to know your name?”

He brushed another light kiss over my lips. “Remington, but you can call me Remy since we’re getting intimately acquainted.”

Before I could respond, he took hold of my wrist and yanked me toward the stairs. “I want you naked in my bed right now.”

I stumbled along behind him, trying to take the stairs as quickly as he did despite being several inches shorter.

He turned left at the top of the stairs and pulled me into a room. It had large windows that looked out onto a courtyard. A king-size bed dominated the space which had a lighter, sunnier feel than I would’ve expected for him. The comforter on the big bed was white, and the walls were painted a bright yellow. There were two comfortable looking blue chairs by the window. I tried to imagine him sitting in one, reading and looking out on the small trees below. Did he ever relax like that?

He grabbed my shoulders and spun me around. “House tour later. Right now, I want more of you.”

“Yes, sir. I—”

He tugged on my shirt, lifting it. With a startled yelp, I lifted my arms so he could tug it off me.

I reached for my fly, but he shook his head. “I want to look.”

He laid his large hands on my shoulders, and somehow, despite the warmth of him, I shivered. He slid his hands over my pecs, and I jumped when he pinched both my nipples. They hardened instantly, and he teased them with his thumbs.

I sucked in my breath, trying to fight the urge to free my cock. How did he have me so needy so fast?

“You like that, don’t you?”

“I… Yes, sir.”

“I might think you were telling me that because it’s what I want to hear, but I saw your reaction.” He palmed my cock over the fabric of my pants. “And I can feel how hard you are for me.”

I nodded, not sure I could form words with him touching me.

5

Remington

I couldn’t believe how much I wanted Henri. Everything about him enthralled me. Now that I knew no other man had fucked him, stretched him, pushed deep inside him, I had to be his first. Whatever happened, this wasn’t going to be our only night together. Once I was done with him, I’d have to let my family know the details of what had happened during my time in Landry territory. I’d already sent a text to Blackjack to start investigating Henri’s background.

I doubted he could find much from the bare details I had, but once I’d devastated Henri to the point of exhaustion, I’d take his phone and his wallet. I needed to know for sure he was as innocent as he seemed. If he was a spy, I knew what I would have to do. I prayed he wasn’t.

Before I gave into the temptation to run my tongue over every inch of Henri’s exposed skin, I took a step back from him.

“Pants off.” I ordered.

He popped the snap and lowered his zipper. His pants were so tight I wondered if he could get them off without help, but with some shimmying of his hips, he was able to push them down, exposing a black thong that held his cock and balls in a lacy pouch.