We went in to make breakfast once Brinley woke up, allowing me to avoid Remy for the rest of the day. I went to a movie with Brin that night and we hit up our favorite coffee shop afterward. It was late when we arrived home and walked upstairs. I could see the light on in his room and struggled not to go knock on the door.
I made it to her room and into her bed. Sleep took some time to come to me as I played back the morning over and over. His words had left me curious and aroused. At one point when Brinley was sleeping, I went outside and tried to get myself off to relieve some pressure. After I was done, I headed downstairs for water and carried it back up, stunned when Remy opened his door. I paused and stared at him, watching as he reached out to pull me inside. “What are you doing?” I whispered as he closed his door.
“We’re going to talk,” he replied as I frowned.
“Haven’t you slept yet?” I asked as he took my hand and lifted it to his nose. Shit. I didn’t wash my hands after I was done masturbating, not thinking that someone might be awake.
“No. Have you?” He inhaled deeply, and I watched as his tongue slipped out to taste my skin. “Is this from our previous discussion, Celia?”
“I don’t think we should talk about that,” I said as he slipped a finger into his mouth, sucking my juices off. I was too weak to move, but I knew that this was dangerous.
CHAPTER FOUR
Remy
Celia looked at me with wide eyes as I sucked her sweet nectar from her finger. She was touching herself at some point tonight and I knew it was because of this morning. Fuck if I didn’t jerk off to the spotty memories that I had from the night. I wanted to drag her to the bed and slip off her shorts to taste her myself.
“I think we should talk about it,” I replied slowly to her earlier protest.
“Remy, you were grieving and drunk. I was just there for you to work that out, nothing else. It could have been any woman.” Celia told me as I barked out a low laugh.
“I’d never be vulnerable like that with just any woman. I needed someone I trusted, someone that got me.” I hissed as I reached out and pulled her against me.
“You slept with several women after that. You moved on just fine.” She said in a shaky voice as I dropped my forehead against hers. She was right, but I had to explain myself.
“I did. I hadn’t remembered our night yet, Celia. I felt like an asshole when I did.” I confessed as I reached out to cup her face.
“When was that?” She asked as I frowned.
“Two years later. I dreamed about it and put the pieces together, realizing it actually happened.” Understanding crossed her face as her eyes widened. Celia struggled against me and tried to pull away.
“We can’t…” she murmured before I kissed her. It was all still there: the electricity and the magnetic attraction between us. She moaned in protest for a moment, but I held her tight, knowing that she wouldn’t get away. Soon enough, I wouldn’t need to hold so tight. She gave in before and she would again.
In a moment or two, Celia melted against me. I felt her arms slip around my neck and slipped my arm around her tightly. It was true that I was drunk and grieving the time before with Celia, but I’d been attracted to her for a couple of years by then. I knew she was eighteen deep down even though I started jerking off to her before that. The moment she started growing up, I was a goner. I considered myself lucky that I got her at all.
Our kiss deepened, and I spun her around, moving towards the bed. Celia wrapped her legs around me and I dropped her to the mattress slowly. I pulled away and took in her kiss-swollen lips for a moment as she stared at me in a daze. “Is this happening?”
“Yes,” I assured her before leaning down for a longer kiss. I wanted to fuck her senseless right now, but Celia was better than that. She deserved the world and based on her face, she hadn’t had it like I gave it to her for quite some time. Our tongues moved together as I hovered over her, sliding my arm up her side. She had small but full breasts and I stroked the side of her left one gently, feeling her jerk under me. I moved to her nipple, and she moaned softly against me.
“I can’t. I have to go, Remy,” she murmured, turning her head. “Brinley is alone in her room.”