Remy (Golden Glades Henchmen MC 4)
My head fell back on his shoulder as he started to move, as my body did too, meeting his movements, driving both of us up.
When my whimpers became moans loud enough to draw attention, Remy’s hand slapped over my mouth, muffling the sound.
“You feel so fucking good,” Remy growled in my ear as my walls tightened around him. “Are you going to come for me?” he asked.
Muzzled, all I could do was nod my head, meeting his thrusts as they got harder and faster, the cool water splashing up on our overheated bodies.
“Fuck, baby,” he hissed as my walls tightened harder around him, getting close. “Yeah, squeeze my cock,” he growled as the orgasm slammed through my system.
He fucked me through it, drawing it out, then slamming deep and cursing out his own release.
“What?” I asked when the silence following our orgasms was broken by a low chuckle from Remy.
His hand moved up, fingers snagging my chin, then turning it toward the side of the yard.
Where Lyle was passed out cold.
With my panties still in front of him.
“At least he didn’t try to eat them,” Remy reasoned as he leaned to press a kiss to my temple. “One of my dogs was obsessed with socks when I first brought him home. So many trips to the emergency vet to get those fucking things out of his stomach. Thank God he grew out of that. Here,” he said, grabbing me and pulling me with him toward the stairs, then out of the pool.
Finding his tee, he bunched it up and slid it over my head so I was covered first before he dragged his jeans up his soaked body.
Neither of us was comfortable as we made our way back into the house to find towels.
When it came to clothes, though, Remy was pretty out of luck. Nothing I owned would fit him. And Myles hadn’t had a chance to collect any of his things yet.
“Not that I mind you naked,” I said after I changed into a short and cami pajama set, “or that Myles would mind it for that matter. But for your own good, you might want to wear this downstairs in the morning,” I told him as I set a robe on the back of the door.
A baby pink with red roses robe.
But it was that or stark naked and dealing with not only me but Myles eye-banging him in the kitchen.
“Can’t control yourself around me, huh?” he asked, walking up behind me as I turned down the bed, his arm curling around my belly and his lips pressing into the back of my neck.
“If I recall correctly, you were the one to make the first move.”
“Is that so?” he asked.
“Absolutely.”
“I don’t remember that.”
“Well, the next time you go around taking off your shirt like a total whore, you should think of the uncontrollable reactions of the women around you,” I teased, getting a chuckle out of him before he let out a sigh.
“So, how are we fitting in here with these guys?” he asked, looking at the dogs who were out cold and showed no interest in making room for us.
“They’re only used to sharing with one person,” I told him because they had, in fact, left just enough room for me.
“Well, we can work with that,” he declared, turning me, then lowering himself onto the mattress, and pulling me until I was resting mostly on top of him.
Then, despite my life being in jeopardy, despite my best friend getting wrapped up in it with me, despite strangers getting hurt in the process, I swear I slept better than I ever had before.
CHAPTER ELEVEN
Remy
Don’t get me wrong, I’ve always enjoyed women. Even outside of bed, I liked their company. I liked their outlook on life. I liked their kindness and how giving they were. I liked the way they held conversations.