- I’m shaking, I teased. What could you possibly do to me in this context that I wouldn’t love?
Edge the fuck out of you.
- You wouldn’t.
Oh, I would. I will.
He didn’t text me after that, but the promise was enough to have my body both practically trembling with desire and tense at the idea of being denied release.
I was so distracted, in fact, that Myles had to snap me back to reality several times when I’d been making the dogs dinner and taking them all out for some play time.
Then, oh, then Remy showed up.
With food for us.
So I had to sit at the table from him with a pulsating need between my thighs, and his knowing gaze flicking toward me every couple of minutes.
Myles was in the middle of explaining his plans for the future when ‘Lark gets off her ass and realizes she is going to have to run the family business’ to Remy when I suddenly felt a hand creeping up my thigh under the table.
My gaze shot to his, eyes wide, but found his own gaze on Myles, even nodding and seeming to pay attention to him as he went on and on about traveling.
My hand went to block his path upward, but Remy would not be deterred. His hand just grabbed mine and started running it up my thigh as well.
I had no choice but to pull it away at the last possible second, which just meant it was his hand that pressed between my thighs instead of my own.
And, really, that was probably worse.
Not even trying to press my thighs together as tightly as I could would deter him, his finger just found the place it was looking for and started rubbing side to side up my cleft and over my clit.
It didn’t take long before my entire system was aching for release, before my breathing started to get fast and erratic, before everything in me wanted to rock my hips against his touch to get closer to release.
Leaning forward, I put my elbows on the table and tried to focus on slowing down my breathing, getting some control over my reaction to him.
It all proved pointless, though, as just when my thighs were tightening around his hand because I felt the orgasm starting to crest, his hand moved away, giving my thigh a deliberate squeeze before leaving me entirely, like some sort of silent acknowledgment that he had meant to do that, that he’d known I was close, and was denying me the release.
Like he’d threatened.
When I shot a glare in his direction, though, he was still focused on Myles.
“What are you doing?” I hissed to Myles a couple minutes later as he announced he was going to take the puppies outside for some exercise.
“Seems like you and hot biker guy are having some kind of tiff. I’m leaving you alone to work it out. K, byeee,” he said, making his way out the back door, leaving me standing alone at the kitchen sink with no social buffer to Remy’s cruel intentions.
As if my thoughts summoned him, I felt his body move in behind me as I started to scrub the plates from dinner.
His cock was straining against my ass. Which was bad enough.
But then his hand just plunged under the waistbands of my pants and panties and thrust inside me.
“Fucking dying already, aren’t you?” he asked as his fingers started to fuck me.
“You’re evil,” I grumbled, having to put the plate down because I was pretty sure I might snap it if I didn’t.
“Next time you will think about the consequences before you get me hard when I’m not here to fuck it out of our systems.”
“You’re here now,” I reminded him, leaning my head back on his chest and closing my eyes, wondering if I could fake not being as close as I was feeling so I could trick him into letting me have a release.
“Oh, it’s too late for that now, baby,” he said, voice rough. “Now you have to suffer,” he added, fingers sliding out of me. “Nice try,” he said, sounding amused as his fingers started moving up and down my cleft and around my clit, but never quite giving me the contact I needed.