Remy (Golden Glades Henchmen MC 4)
We didn’t get on this topic often, but when it did happen, it never failed to kill my mood.
“We’ve been over this.”
“And you have yet to give me a real answer to why you are not living in a house like this,” he said, waving around. “When you have that opportunity.”
See, I had been offered to run my parents’ businesses for almost a year now. And, yes, that position would provide me with the kind of financial freedom that might afford me a million-dollar house.
“I like my job,” I insisted. “And you know why I can’t take on that position.”
“The dogs,” he said, looking over at my three, then behind me at Lyle who was sitting at the sliding glass door, wondering why he wasn’t allowed out with the rest of us. Yet. I just wanted to make sure he was safe first. We would have to wait for Remy’s trainer.
“I can’t do all that traveling.”
“Let me float an idea to you then.”
“Okay.”
“You stay here and run things. I am your eyes and ears and gorgeous body,” he said, waving down at himself.
“You do the travel?” I asked.
“I love to travel.”
“It’s… it’s an idea,” I said, nodding.
“Obviously, this is probably not a great time to put anything else on your plate. But we are off for a few days, so you have time to mull it over. I am just throwing it out there. And now, back to yummy biker guy. Tell me he isn’t like Blane.”
Blane was another cautionary tale.
The guy who loved to receive oral, but absolutely refused to go down on a woman.
I had put up with it for six months, despite Myles begging me to leave his ‘selfish ass’ since the beginning.
“No, he’s not like Blane at all. He doesn’t even do it as reciprocation. He just… does it. Happily.”
“Yes. Love that. Though, you got to gobble that thing up too, girl.”
“We just haven’t had time yet!” I insisted.
I wasn’t sure I ever wanted to go down on someone the way I wanted to with Remy. The man was just… hot. He wasn’t a weird, silent lover, never saying anything or even making any noises. So I couldn’t wait to hear what he said when his pleasure was fully at my mercy.
“I think I am going to need to take an extra-long swim later when loverboy shows up, so you can have some shameless sexy time.”
“That would be great. But enough about me. It’s your turn.”
“To talk about what?”
“Oh, gee, I don’t know… getting kidnapped, maybe?” I said, rolling my eyes at him. “We haven’t discussed that much yet.”
“There’s not a whole lot to say that I haven’t already told you. They broke into my apartment, they roughed me up a little, then they dragged me out of there. They must have given me something because I was whacked off my ass for a little bit before they had me call you.”
“You don’t have to act like it wasn’t a scary experience, Myles.”
“The scariest part was when the hot biker guy and his equally hot friends showed up and the bullets started flying. Since I couldn’t, you know, get out of the line of fire. One of the assholes tried to hide behind me. It was all over pretty quickly, though. I didn’t have a hell of a lot of time to really start freaking out.”
“I’m really sorry, Myles. I never—“
“Stop right there,” he cut me off. “You have nothing to be sorry about. You didn’t mean for any of this to happen. Besides, it was kind of hot to be rescued by a bunch of good-looking bikers. Plus, it is a story to tell one day when it is all over. Who else could ever claim to have been a part of a situation right out of an action movie?”