Remy (Golden Glades Henchmen MC 4)
There was a short pause before a deep voice said, “Is this the redhead with the dogs?” he asked.
“I guess I’ve been called worse. Yes, that’s me. Lark,” I added. “Remy is just…” I started, trailing off when I felt the man in question press up against me from behind, his body crushing mine into the side of the pool, making me aware that the panty chase had not eliminated his desire any more than it had mine, despite my embarrassment over the whole thing.
“Is just fishing panties out of a dog’s mouth,” Remy answered after taking the phone from me.
A moment before, I wouldn’t have believed it was possible for my face to get any redder. But I was pretty sure you could plop me in a pile of tomatoes right then and no one would be able to tell the difference.
To make matters worse, I could clearly hear everything Huck was saying on the other end of the phone.
“I don’t want to know,” he said. “Just got a call from Seeley.”
“Cato?” Remy asked, all the amusement out of his voice.
“He’s alright. Seeley said he finally got to see him. He’s pale and whacked out on the pain meds, but stable. He is going to be heading home sometime around sun-up.”
“Thank fuck,” Remy said, exhaling hard, his hand roping around my belly when I attempted to slide away, thinking maybe they were having a private conversation that they didn’t want to be overheard.
“Yeah. Guess they proved themselves. Already had Eddie, Alaric, and Donovan head out to pick up the bikes and bring them back here. You haven’t heard anything else from the rest of the Locust Crew?”
“Haven’t been by Lark’s phone in a bit.”
“They’re probably dealing with the aftermath right now. It might get worse tomorrow or the next few days. Does she have anyone else who is in danger?”
“She has her parents, but they are across the country right now,” he said, surprising me. Just like I wasn’t used to men taking charge and doing chores without being asked—or nagged—,I was equally unaccustomed to men taking in things I said to them, and storing it away in case they needed the information again. “I know this isn’t a small organization, but there is no way they have reach outside of Florida.”
“I agree,” Huck said. “I don’t think I need to tell you that this needs…”
“Yeah, I know,” Remy said. “Once Arty has a folder for me, I will work on putting an end to this once and for all.”
“Alright, sounds good. I’m gonna go catch some sleep with my woman before the kids start crowing. I’m not expecting you back tonight, am I?”
“No,” Remy said without hesitation.
“Alright. Talk to you in the morning,” Huck said, then the call was over.
“You’re not even going to ask, huh?” I asked when he tossed his phone back onto his pants.
“Ask what?” he said, leaning down toward my neck.
“If you can stay the night,” I clarified.
“Baby, I’m nowhere near done with you yet,” he promised, grinding his cock against me. “You done with me?” he asked as his hips dropped, so that when he rocked his hips against me again, his cock was between my legs.
“No,” I admitted.
“No, what?” he asked as his hand slipped between my thighs to toy with my clit.
“No, I’m not done with you,” I admitted as my hips started to move against his rocking thrusts.
“Good,” he said, teeth nipping my earlobe as he released my stomach to reach past me toward his pants, fishing in the pocket for his wallet, then finding a condom.
He other hand reached for mine, pressing it between my thighs to work my own clit as he moved away for a second, likely sliding off his boxer briefs and slipping on the condom, before moving back behind me.
His hand pressed over mine, guiding my fingers as his cock rocked against my cleft once again, but this time without the barrier of his underwear.
“Remy,” I whimpered, angling my ass out toward him. A silent invitation.
His cock rocked against me for another moment or two before I felt the head press against me, just a promise that had me squirming and whimpering for more before he finally thrust inside me with one deep stroke.