by Ford, Mia
“I want to keep those as a priority but I’m tired of fighting this. I’m tired of thinking I’ll find someone like you.” She sighed and smiled at me, looking vulnerable and beautiful all at once. We decided to stop this tonight and go to bed, picking it back up tomorrow.
Celia went first, and I locked the door behind us, kissing her gently at my door. She smiled and walked to Brinley’s room, slipping inside as I watched her. This time I had something to look forward to as I reached down my shorts to ease the discomfort of my cock.
Chapter Seven
Celia
I tossed and turned all night, choosing to stay home when Melinda came up with the idea to go to hit a spa for the day. Brinley gave me a weird look before she went to shower, and Melinda sat on the bed. “Are you okay?”
“Yeah. I just had trouble sleeping.” I told her since she knew that happened sometimes.
“Okay. Get some rest and we’ll bring lunch home.” Melinda offered, and I smiled as I thanked her. I turned on the TV in Brinley’s room, pretending to watch a movie while Brinley finished getting ready.
“Are you sure you don’t want to go? Massages, facials, manis, and pedis. You want to miss that?” Brinley asked as I smiled.
“I didn’t sleep. I’m just going to relax. You are far more into spas than I am.” It was the truth. I preferred to know the massage therapist instead of getting the one that was working that day and the rest wasn’t my ideal day either. I knew what that was, but I’d never admit it to anyone. I walked to the garage with them using the excuse of getting water. I made a point of talking about not going in front of Remy’s room. When I hugged Brinley goodbye, I closed the door and waited for them to leave.
I made my way through the house with a smile as I popped into the bathroom to brush my teeth and freshen up, I knew we’d be alone for at least three hours from past spa trips and that Remy’s dad was away on business. I changed into some shorts and a tank top before going to stand in front of Remy‘s door. I tapped on it and heard laughter on the other side. “I hope that’s you, Celia.”
“It is.” I opened it and walked in, pausing when I saw him sitting against his pillows in boxers. “Oh wow.” I closed the door and walked slowly towards him, knowing that I wasn’t going to walk away this time. I moved onto the mattress and crawled over to him, lowering my mouth to his for a sweet, slow kiss. Remy slipped his hand into my hair and I closed my eyes as I gave him control. His mouth was skilled and made me lose all willpower as our tongues moved together. Remy kept this up until he reached for the hem of my shirt, pulling away to look at me. “Take it off,” I told him, moving back, and helping him lift it over my head.
I was bare underneath and my nipples pebbled in the sun shining through the blinds. Remy sucked in his breath and reached out to cup one, stroking me as I watched. “You feel so good,” he told me as he leaned in to kiss my mouth and then my neck. He squeezed me, stroking my nipple with his thumb as I moaned his name. When he covered me with his mouth, drawing me in I reached into his hair and held him there. He sucked soft and then hard, drawing my skin between his teeth. I reached down to feel him through his boxers, hard and thick like I remembered. Remy jerked forward, and I gripped him as he bit me. “Oh my God.” I cried out as he laughed.
“Don’t stop doing that,” he pleaded as I watched him move to the other breast. I slipped my hand inside and wrapped my hand around him, moving slowly as he moaned. My pussy throbbed with the vibration and I whimpered as I held him tighter.
I got an idea and blushed as I reached down to remove the shorts completely. Remy watched me as I stroked him, our eyes locked and dilated. When I moved down to wrap my mouth around his tip, he let out a soft curse. “I’ve wanted this from you.” I moved down and up, sucking tightly as he let out small groans. I dreamed about giving him a blow job after that first night, longing for the control of his release. I moved faster, listening to his reactions as I moved to see what he liked best. He held out for a few minutes but soon I felt him swell as he told me he was close.
I sucked harder. I moved faster. I swallowed everything as he shot deep into the back of my throat since he was that big.
“I don’t want to know how you got so good at that. It was amazing,” he breathed as I sat up, wiping at the corners of my mouth.
“It was all you. I am fairly inexperienced,” I admitted as I watched his eyes rake over my body. I knelt and took my shorts down, kicking them to the side. I was naked underneath and dropped back to the pillows with my eyes locked on his. Remy didn’t wait, pouncing on me as he spread my thighs open. His finger found my needy clit and I bit my lip to keep from screaming. I was wet and needed him on me, in me. It had been too long. I closed my eyes and begged him to keep moving, crying out when he slipped a finger inside of me. He filled me even with that and I rocked gently against him. Remy kept sliding in and out until I was on the edge. I reached out for him when he left me, staring down to see his face taking the place of his hand.
I moaned his name as he licked me, slow and firm. It was torture and pleasure all at once as I started to move. Remy wrapped his arms around my thighs and alternated between licking and tasting me as well as circling and sucking my clit into his mouth. “Oh, God. I’m going to come.” I told him as he held me tight. My legs were trembling, and the pressure was building as I came, filling his mouth with me. He drank it in, swallowing as he pressed closer. I fell back, exhausted from the intensity that was still there. Over four years later and he still made me feel this way. I thought about all the women he’d slept with as insecurity threatened to take away my pleasure, reminding myself that the few lovers I’d had were nothing like this. “Do you feel this?” I whispered as he pulled away to lay his head on my stomach.
“What?” Remy asked hoarsely before he let out a ragged breath.
“I felt that everywhere. It was so much more than just an orgasm,” I tried to explain as he slipped his arms around my back.
“I know. There’s always been something between us.” He turned his head to look at me as I licked my lips.
“I need you inside of me,” I said as his eyes widened.
“If I do that, we’re a thing. We’re exclusive and while we need to hide this for a while, we can’t do it forever. I am not walking away from you again,” Remy told me with a serious look in his eyes.
“Yes, yes to all of that.” I agreed as he reached over to a drawer, pulling out a condom. I watched as he sheathed himself before positioning his body over mine. When he slid in, slow and deep, I moaned. I loved the way that he filled me, the way his hot skin felt against mine. I reached out to touch him, frowning as I came across light scars on his back. “What is that?” I asked, not remembering any injuries from his childhood.
Remy answered by moving deeper as I cried out. He was thick and long and felt delicious as he stroked every surface. I moved my hand easily to cup his beautiful ass and pull him deeper, dropping my head back as his mouth found my neck. We groaned together with every thrust and tears slid down my eyes as I released again. Remy followed as he lurched forward, pressing deep as he groaned my name. I gasped as he collapsed over me, sucking in deep breaths. “Fucking hell,” he breathed as I sighed happily. “Want some water?” He asked as I murmured something in return.
I watched as he pulled on some shorts and left the room, closing the door. I couldn’t remember my name as I closed my eyes. The house sounded quiet, and I breathed in and out as I recovered from whatever the fuck I just did. The door opened, and I felt something cold against my skin. “Here baby.” I loved his name for me as generic as it might be, and I twisted the cap off and took a long drink. I opened my eyes as I watched him do the same, caught up in lust over this man.
“That was… everything.” I murmured as he stared at me.
“When are they going to be home?” He asked as he draped himself over the pillows, taking another sip.
“Probably about three hours. They love the spa.” I said drowsily as I let m
y eyes close.
“Don’t you?” Remy asked as I smirked.
“Let’s see. Should I let a stranger massage my muscles or be in this bed with you? I don’t know what’s better,” I mused aloud as I started laughing.
“Touché,” Remy said as he nuzzled against my neck. “I don’t want anyone else’s hands on you.”
“You are such a caveman,” I pretended to sigh as he kissed me. We rested in bed as long as we felt it was safe, getting up to shower and take a walk on the beach. He managed to take me one more time on my knees, moving slowly inside of me.
I dressed in some worn jeans and a loose sweatshirt, slipping my feet into sandals. He met me at the door and we headed down the beach, waiting until we were out of sight before he took my hand. “I feel good,” I told him as I gazed at him.
“I feel complete.” He told me as I laughed.
“How do we do this?” My words came out softly as he slowed down to pull me behind some rocks to kiss me.
“I think we need to see how we work together before involving anyone else in this. It’s going to shake things up a lot. I know that I feel strongly about you and have for a while.” He gazed at me and I smiled. “I do want this to be just us. I don’t sleep with multiple women at once.”
“I don’t either.” I pulled myself up to him for another kiss and he wrapped his arms around me. We finally started walking again, letting a few feet between us so it appeared casual. When I could see the house, I looked up and mourned the loss of our intimacy.
When we walked into the house, Brinley and her mom were just arriving. They had big bags of food in their hands and smiled as they saw me. “Feeling better? Did you take a walk?”
“Yeah. Remy came to make sure I didn’t die alone out there.” I told Melinda as Remy looked at me.
“That was nice,” Brinley said as she looked me over. “Did you take a nap? Phoebe wants to go to dinner and a movie tonight. It’s low key and you like that.”
“I’m not sure. I kind of want to stay in tonight.” Melinda started unloading the food from Panera, placing salads and sandwiches on the counter as I looked it over. I reached for a fruit and chicken salad and Remy got us water from the fridge. He picked up a sandwich, and we sat down at the table as Melinda and Brinley grabbed their lunch. I asked how the spa was and they filled us in as I took slow bites of the salad. I kept my gaze away from Remy as we all chatted, pretending that I didn’t want to jump him again.
Brinley went to call Phoebe and make plans while Melinda looked me over. “You look better.” She smiled as she tossed away the trash.
“A little rest goes a long way,” I quipped as she gave her son a long look. He excused himself and went to take a phone call as I watched, wondering if it was about the job. If it was, he’d stay here in San Diego and we would still see each other.
Chapter Eight
Remy
I was happy to hear Rick on the other end of the phone. I walked into my room and opened a window to air out the room. It still smelled like sex in here and that wasn’t going to fly.
“Remington, we were very pleased with your interview. After having a few others, we’d like to offer you the position. How does that sound?”
“Perfect. I’d love to work for you.” I told him, sitting on the messy bed.
“Good. Come in tomorrow at nine and we’ll get all the paperwork taken care of. You’ll start in two Mondays when the pay period starts to make it easier for everyone. That way, you’ll have some free time to relax before going back to a work schedule.”
“I’ll be there tomorrow. Thank you so much,” I told him, and he told me to come to the same floor and ask for Tanya. I ended the call, happy about the job but even more so about the fact I’d be staying here. That way, I could see where this went with Celia.
I stood back up and walked out to the living room to see Mom and Celia sitting on the couch. “Guess who is now employed in the city of San Diego?” I asked as Mom jumped up to hug me. Celia smiled at me the entire time but remained sitting down.
“When your dad gets home, we’ll go have a big dinner out to celebrate. I’m so happy. When do you start?” Mom asked as we all sat down.
“I do the paperwork tomorrow and start in a week and a half. That gives me time to sow all my oats before I go back to the real world,” I winked as Celia gave me wide eyes, feeling like taking her hand to assure her I didn’t mean it like it sounded.
“How about you don’t? I want to see you settled down, Remy.” Mom said as I rolled my eyes. She’d probably be happy about Celia and me, but we needed to keep it a secret for now.
Brinley left and the three of us watched a new movie, making popcorn and sprawling all over the couch. I kept looking at Celia as she laughed at the funny parts, nibbling on popcorn. Her laugh lit up the room, and it took everything I had to wait for Mom to go to bed. I took Celia into my room and kissed her hungrily as she slipped her arms around my neck. We locked the door and hurried to strip before she was riding me, her body rocking over me as I watched her.
She rested against me when we were done, smiling. “I’m proud of you for getting the job.”
“Thanks. It’s a big relief for me. I know that I can stay here as long as I need to, but I’d like to get my own place down the line. I had a great loft in Seattle.” I told her as she frowned. “What?”
“I like you living here where I live,” she told me as she leaned in for another kiss.
“It won’t be anytime soon but when it is, you can come over. Stay the night where we can be alone together, and you can scream.” I kissed her again as she smiled.
“That sounds nice.” Celia sighed and closed her eyes. “I wish I could stay in here.”
“Me, too. It feels nice.” We fell quiet, and I listened for my sister to come home. It had been several hours since she left and if Celia wasn’t in there, it might raise suspicion. “Want to sit on the balcony?”
“Sure,” she replied as we dressed and threw open the door and took seats on the lounge chairs outside. She stared at the sky as we listened to the waves, able to hear inside the room. This was going to get complicated fast, and I reached for her hand as she smiled at me. I watched her fall asleep, settling back as I closed my own eyes.
Someone shook my arm, and I blinked as I looked around. “Why are you two sleeping out here?” Brinley asked as she looked down at me.
“We were watching a movie with Mom and came out here for some fresh air. I guess we both fell asleep,” I looked at Celia to see her curled up towards me, her hand dropped over the edge of the chair. I realized that she was reaching for me and pressed my lips together. “She looks so comfortable and she was tired today. I’ll get a blanket and leave her here since she’s safe.”
It was perfect. We wouldn’t be in my bed, but it was something. Brinley shook her head and shrugged. “I’ll get the blanket in your room. It’s a mess in here. Don’t you ever make your bed?”
“Not as much as I should,” I called out as she walked out with a throw blanket, tucking it over Celia.
“She really does look peaceful out here. Maybe I should try this.” She turned and left my room, closing the door as she left. I relaxed in my seat and looked at the stars as I thought about the new job, Celia, and where my life was going. Everything happened so fast prior to this and I didn’t expect to want something serious so soon. I closed my eyes and breathed in the ocean air, letting it lull me to sleep slowly.
I woke up to the sky slowly brightening and blinked as I looked at Celia. She was snoring softly, and I shivered as I looked around. I reached out to jostle her gently and Celia looked at me with sleepy eyes. “Did I fall asleep out here?”
“Yeah and we decided to leave you. Brin got you the blanket,” I pointed out as she rubbed her eyes.
“Brin saw me?” She asked as I nodded. “Huh.”
“It’s a little cold. Want to go in and get in bed for a few hours?” I asked her as she raised a brow.
“Your
bed?” She asked as I chuckled.
“No. That’s not the best idea.” I told her as she ran a hand through her messy hair.
“I guess. It’s early, right?” Celia asked as I nodded. “I want to take a walk and see the sun come up, but I’m beat. See you at breakfast?”
“Sure thing.” She stood and kissed me softly as I pulled her to me. Celia left my room with a lingering gaze, shutting the door as I secured the balcony door. I dropped into my bed, smelling her in the sheets as I wrapped my arms around the pillows. I hated the idea of washing them.
I woke up a few hours later, checking to see that it was past eight. Rolling to my back, I stretched and considered my next move. I rose to dress and maybe jog for a while, slipping on a t-shirt before I walked down the steps. Mom and Celia were in the kitchen drinking coffee and they both looked at me. “Are you going jogging?” Celia asked me as I nodded. “Can I come?”
“Sure. You have five to be down here and ready.” I told her as she rolled her eyes before heading to Brinley’s room.
“She’s happier. So are you.” Mom sipped her coffee. “I guess the job is what did it for you though I don’t know what happened for her.”
“Life is like that sometimes,” I said as we heard someone coming down the stairs. Celia was dressed in some tight purple leggings and a t-shirt, carrying some shoes in her hand. She secured part of her hair back before tying the shoes and stood up. “Impressive. It would take Brin an hour.”
“She’d never go jogging with you.” Celia deadpanned and then sighed. “She’s perfect as she is.”
We headed down the stairs after telling Mom we’d see her later and started at a steady pace as we made our way to the damp sand. While she didn’t do this regularly, Celia was a great runner. I could tell that she worked things out in her head as she moved. “My sister is not perfect, Celia.”