Remy (Golden Glades Henchmen MC 4)

Remy’s head moved between my breasts as his hand snaked up my spine before grabbing a fistful of my hair at the nape of my neck, and pulling until I had no choice but to start moving backward to ease the sting.

As I shifted back, his lips moved down my belly until his tongue was tracing the waistband of my panties as my back met the cement and grass behind it.

His hands slid down my sides, teasing over my ribs, then slipping under the band of my panties at each hip and pulling, forcing me to arch my ass up to let the material slide away.

There was hardly a pause between when I felt the material slip off my ankle to when Remy was grabbing my knees and spreading my thighs wide then moving down between.

If it weren’t for the hand pressing down on my pelvis, I might have shot off that concrete at the sensation of his tongue circling my clit.

As it was, my hands slapped down on his head, holding him in place as if he had any intentions of moving away as his tongue continued to work me in unhurried circles.

My hips rose to meet him as my fingers pulled his hair.

I didn’t give a single thought to the neighbors seeing or hearing me as Remy drove me up up up until the pressure coiled deep in my core was too much to take any longer, and the orgasm slammed through my system, leaving me crying out as the waves crashed through me over and over.

I had barely recovered from the climax before Remy was grabbing my overheated body, and dragging me into the cold water, making my whole body tremble even as his hand grabbed the back of my neck, and his lips crashed down on mine again.

My back slammed against the side of the pool as Remy’s hands wandered, drifting over me, then grabbing a handful of my breast, then my ass, before sliding down my leg to grab my knee and drag it upward.

He held it pinned to his side as his hips shifted inward, making his cock press against my cleft.

Even though I’d just gotten relief, the clawing need came back, somehow feeling even more acute than before.

Remy’s lips were hard on mine, crushing, bruising, as his hips got even more insistent against me.

I was vaguely aware of a strange whining noise just a second before a giant splash had us both jolting apart.

We were equally disoriented for a second, staring at each other, before our gazes shifted to the side of the pool, finding Lyle doggy paddling his heart out in the water.

“What’s in his mouth?” I asked, then watched as Remy turned back to me, not even trying to hide his smile.

“Your panties.”

“Oh, God,” I groaned, raising a hand to my overheated face.

“Lyle, man, give those back. Your mom isn’t going to need them, but she’s turning an alarming shade of red right now. In fact, she almost matches the—“

“Don’t,” I grumbled shaking my head at him, feeling the heat blooming across my cheeks and down my neck. It wouldn’t be long until it was all over my chest too.

I wasn’t a “cute” blusher. You know, the girls who got a little pink in the cheeks. Oh, no. When I blushed or flushed or whatever, it was practically a whole-body affair.

Not sexy.

Remy moved away from me, treading water as Lyle decided this was one hell of a game, and started to swim faster and faster around the L-shaped pool as I tried to sink deeper into the water to hide my nakedness.

Remy’s laugh disappeared around the shorter side of the L that led to the other side of the house when I heard his phone ringing in his pants pocket.

“I’m gonna check it!” I called, thinking of his friend who was hurt because of me and my issues.

Reaching out, I wiped my hand on his pants before fishing the ringing phone out of his pocket.

Huck.

That was his president.

And likely a call he didn’t want to miss.

I swiped to answer as I called out to Remy, “It’s Huck!” I called. “Hello?” I said into the phone.