by Jess Bryant
She’d worn the dress that Billie gave her despite how short it was because she’d been able to wear tights with it. She never would have worn it otherwise. It barely grazed the bottom of her ass but with the colorful tights and boots, it looked cute instead of sexy.
To everyone but Remy apparently.
“Why don’t you find out?” She teased.
Remy groaned and chuckled, “I intend to.”
“When we get home?”
“Uh huh.” He licked his lips and shot her a glance out of the corner of his eye, “Take the tights off.”
“Wh-what?”
“You heard me. Don’t play coy. Take the tights off, Rachel. I want to touch you and I don’t want anything in the way.”
She shifted in her seat as heat flooded her core, “Now?”
“Now.”
Instead of arguing, she slipped off the booties she’d been wearing. Remy shot her a look as she shrugged out of her coat and tossed it in the backseat. He grinned and she bit her lip as she wiggled, her hands going up beneath the skirt of her dress. She tugged the tights down little by little until her skin was bare and then she tossed them in the backseat too.
“Damn.” Remy groaned, shifting in his seat, and that feeling of power filled her veins like it always did when he reacted to her. “I love it when you follow orders.”
She did this to him. Made him needy. Made him hard. Made him desperate for her. And she did it just by breathing, by being herself, by not hiding who she was or what she wanted.
She slid her hand across the gearshift and over his lap, making his hips buck as she found him hard and straining in the confines of his jeans. He hissed out a breath and his eyes started to close. He caught himself and forced them back open, cursing aloud but never once removing his hands from the wheel or telling her to stop.
“Remy…”
“God, yes, baby…” He groaned when she squeezed him.
“I want you.”
“Almost home.”
“No. I want you here. Now. Pull the car over.”
His head whipped to face her and she grinned at the dark look in his eyes, “What?”
“Remember when you said you’d take me in the backseat of this car someday? I think it’s someday.”
Remy stared at her for a long moment and she was thankful they’d already pulled onto the abandoned gravel road that led to the trailer. If there was traffic around, she was certain they would’ve wrecked. A big grin worked its way up Remy’s face and the next thing she knew they were sliding off the road and into the ditch.
He had his seatbelt off as soon as he threw the car into park and was already reaching for her, “I love it when you can’t wait for me even more. You need me now, baby?”
“Yes.” She moaned as he slid his hand under her skirt.
“Can’t wait?”
“Don’t want to.” She opened her legs wider. “Remy, please.”
“Goddamn you’re beautiful when you need me this bad. Take the dress of and get in the backseat, Rach. Now. I’m about to make your fantasy come true.”
Remy had never seen anything more beautiful in his life than Rachel laid out across the backseat of his car. In all honesty, it didn’t matter when, where or how he took Rachel, it was always the most beautiful experience of his life. Every. Damn. Time. But this, having her here and now, because she wanted it, demanded it, was enough to make his heart swell just as his cock did.
The last few months hadn’t always been easy. Rachel had been hurt. She’d had to heal. She’d had to find ways to get over the knowledge of what had happened at her trailer that night. The truth of what had happened to Craig was a closely guarded family secret and in public they had to act as if he’d simply disappeared and could come back at any moment. But he wasn’t coming back and once Rachel had accepted that, she’d grown so much.
This woman, the woman spread out over the backseat of his car, smiling shyly up at him from under her dark lashes, biting her bottom lip in that way that drove him crazy, she was so much more than just the scared girl that had run to him for protection. She was strong now. Stronger than she’d ever been before.
She was the reason he’d been able to accept Lincoln and the others back into his life as more than just enemies. She’d forced him to accept Lincoln’s offer and helped get him out of the family business. She was the reason he was finally free of all the danger that came with his last name.
She believed in herself, in her own mind and her own body. She took pride in who she was, didn’t shy away from the things she wanted anymore and had no problem asking for them. Or demanding them as the case may be.
A part of him, a small, terrified part of him, had worried that once Craig was out of the picture and she knew she was safe that she would realize she didn’t need him anymore. She could take care of herself. She could do whatever she wanted. Be whoever she wanted. She could have whoever she wanted. She wasn’t stuck with some dirty Bomar boy and she would realize she could do so much better and leave him.
But she hadn’t… and she wouldn’t. He knew that now. Because what they had was so much bigger than what they’d started out as.
The attraction was there. It had always been there. But it was more than simple chemistry. They understood one another in ways nobody else could have. Their pasts, their histories, they weren’t the same but they were similar enough in their pain and hurts for them to recognize each other’s scars. And they wanted the same things for the future. A family to love and support and protect them just as they would protect each other. All of the love and friendship that they’d been denied in their younger years. They wanted a place to belong and they’d found it in one another.
They were perfect together.
Remy wasn’t a big believer in supreme power or fate or any of that bullshit but he did believe that he’d been in the exact right place at the exact right time that day on the street when he met Rachel. It wasn’t fate that had brought him back to Old Settlers. That had been Colt’s doing, and, in a way, Jemma’s. He’d come back for his brothers and he’d been on the street that day because Lincoln was just asshole enough to force Colt to give Remy a job even when he didn’t want to. They’d all had a hand in how he’d come to be there and he figured that was fitting, because it was his family he’d come back for and Rachel was his family now.
She was his everything.
He loved living with her. Making a life with her. Loved waking up with her in his arms. Loved that she cooked for him and teased him about not burning down their home. Loved that she said things like ours and home. They weren’t just surviving anymore. They were living. The both of them, together, and maybe separately they could have found a way to do that too but he didn’t think either of them would have been nearly as happy apart as they were together.
“Remy…” Rachel’s lips curled and she crooked a finger at him, “Are you just gonna stare at me?”
“Maybe.” He squeezed his big body between the seats to crawl into the backseat of the car with her. “Why? Did you want me to do something else?”
“Touch me.”
“Mmm…” He traced a finger over her full breasts and down her belly, leaving goosebumps in his wake, “Touch yourself first. Show me how you want me to touch you.”
Rachel’s big, gray eyes widened slightly and her breathing kicked into an unsteady rhythm. He tried and failed not to smirk. He still loved surprising her. They’d done so many things together since she gave him her virginity but she was still so young and innocent. They might never exhaust his list of things he wanted to do with her, places he wanted to take her, because inevitably, when he had her like this, open and wanting, he forgot all about his plans and ended up giving her what she wanted, usually quick and fast and hard.
She bit into her bottom lip again and traced one finger over her breasts and down, circling her belly button, “Like this?”
“Keep going.”
She did as she was told and slid her hand down. Sh
e traced the edge of her little black panties, teasing him, and he groaned and desperately tried to get out of his own clothes. He needed to get his cock free before his jeans cut off circulation. That was why he’d told her to touch herself. But faced with the vision of a flushed and moaning Rachel, her hand in her own panties, spread out before him, he could barely think to unbutton and unzip without risking bodily injury.
“Remy…” She gasped his name, her eyes sliding shut as she touched herself.
“How’s it feel, baby?”
“Good.”
“Just good?” He chuckled as he watched her fingers flex and her hips curl up wantonly.
“It’s better when it’s your hand.” Rachel forced her eyes open and met his gaze, “Remy, please…”
He groaned, because what could he possibly say to that? His woman wanted him. She needed him. And he was helpless to do anything but give her what she wanted.
“I’m here, love.” He dragged her panties down her legs and tossed them aside. “God, you’re beautiful. I’m never going to get used to seeing you like this. Open and needy and wanting me… Wanted it for so long. Feels like forever. Tell me you’re mine, Rach.”
“I’m yours.” She smiled softly, reaching up to cup his cheek. “I’m all yours.”
Remy leaned down and kissed the words from her lips. He would never tire of hearing those words. Sometimes he needed the reminder, to hear her say it. He needed her to love him so badly he ached for her whenever they were apart. Back in the salon, she’d teased him for missing her when he’d seen her at lunch just five hours ago, but the truth was he missed her the moment she was out of his sight.
It might not be healthy but after he’d come so close to losing her, he hated letting her out of his sight. Hated that he couldn’t be with her all the time. He knew she didn’t need him to hover over her, to protect her anymore, but he still wanted to be there, with her, because she meant so much to him and he couldn’t imagine losing her.
He poured his love into his kiss and Rachel met him, stroke for stroke. Their tongues tangled and the sweet kiss quickly spiraled out of control. Teeth and lips and panting breaths, they kissed as if they were starved for each other. Remy slid his hand down between her thighs and groaned when he found her soft, wet folds. Rachel moaned against his lips and pressed up into his hand. He had to break the kiss to keep any coherent thoughts.
“Fuck, you’re soaked, Rach.” He circled her clit and watched her mouth fall open on a moan, “You’re dripping for me, baby. Gonna get my leather all wet and it’s gonna smell like you in here for days.”
“Remy!”
“I’m gonna get hard every time I get in this car now.”
Her muscles squeezed around him and he groaned. He knew she liked dirty talk. It was one of the many things he’d learned about his girl early on. She got off on hearing how much he wanted her just as much as he got off on telling her. They were a perfect match in every way.
“Rach, look at me.” He ordered and waited until her hazy eyes focused on him before he slid his fingers out of her. She whimpered as he raised his hand to his mouth and licked her juices off of him. “So sweet.”
“Oh God, Remy… I’m close.”
He knew that already. Had learned the signs. Her cheeks and chest were flushed. Her breasts bounced she was panting so hard. Her hips rolled even when he wasn’t touching her and she was biting her lip again.
“You want me to lick you up or you want me buried deep inside you when you come, baby. Your fantasy. Your choice.”
“Inside me. Get inside me. Now.” Rachel ordered and he couldn’t help but smirk at that.
If only he’d known that she would be like this when she was naked he would have… No. He wouldn’t have pushed her any faster. He knew that. He would have liked to have had her that first day, in the salon when she’d sat beside him, her small, bleeding hand in his, and looked up at him like he hung the stars just for her. But the fact that they’d taken their time and gotten to know each other, forged a friendship first, that he’d earned her trust first… he wouldn’t change that for anything.
“Up.” He ordered right back.
“Wh-what?”
He smacked her thigh when she stuttered, even though he knew it was simply the pleasure clouding her brain now, “Up. There’s not enough room back here for me to lay you out and you said you wanted me deep. Up, Rach. Now.”
She reached out for him and he helped her into a sitting position. It was a little awkward in the small confines of the car. He bumped his head into the roof. She slammed her elbow into his ribs. They both nearly fell into the floorboard as he turned her around and they ended up laughing when he got twisted up in his pants and cursed violently.
“Hurry up before someone comes along and catches us.” Rachel giggled.
“This was your idea, remember?” He smacked her ass again as he positioned her on her knees facing the back windshield, “We have a nice, comfortable bed a half a mile away but you just couldn’t wait.”
He slipped between her legs and guided her back against his chest, wrapping one arm around her and stroking her clit with his free hand. The back of the front seats were the only thing keeping him from falling over backwards but when he pushed forward, driving deep inside Rachel’s tight little body and pressing her against the back seat, it was more than worth it. The position let him get deep, just like they both needed, and once he was buried to the hilt inside her tight, wet heat he held himself still and simply enjoyed the feel of her body welcoming him home.
“Oh, yes, yes!” Rachel threw her head back on his shoulder, “That’s it.”
“That what you needed, baby?” He teasingly bit her ear.
“Yes! More. I’m gonna come.”
“Not yet, you’re not.” He let up on her clit and gripped her hips between his hands.
He set a brutally fast rhythm but it was exactly what they both needed. When he shoved deep, Rachel pushed back, meeting him. She bounced on his lap and he watched her breasts jiggle from over her shoulder. Her head tipped back, her eyes squeezed shut and her mouth open, his name pouring out of her. It was sexy as hell.
“Remy, please.” She begged when her body began to squeeze him tight again and he let off the pace to keep her from going over the edge.
“No begging. Just ask. You know the rules.”
“Let me come. I need to come. Please, Remy.”
Denying her was impossible and he was too close to stop it anyway. Someday he might be able to tease her to the edge and then let off again and again. Might be able to spend hours and hours in bed, playing and petting but not quite letting either them peak. But he thought that possibility was years, maybe decades away, because so far, whenever he got inside her, he barely lasted longer than a teenage boy with his first girl.
He just needed her too much. Needed to bind them together. Make her a part of him. Make him a part of her. The caveman inside of him wanted nothing more than to spill his seed deep inside her, mark her and claim her and fill her with her with his child.
Someday he would. He’d put a baby in her and watch her grow big and round and even more beautiful with the child their love had made. He would give her the family she’d always wanted, the one he’d always longed for, and they’d give their child all of the things they’d both been denied. Love and patience, understanding and acceptance.
But not today. Not yet. They had so much they still wanted to do. A baby was just going to have to wait because he wasn’t ready to share her attention with anyone else quite yet.
“You need to come?” He ground out as his hips thrust and her body squeezed him.
“Yes. Please.”
“Say it. Say it and I’ll let you come.”
“I love you. I love you. I love you, Remy Bomar.” She screamed his name as he put pressure on her clit again and the climax hit her hard, “I’m yours. All yours. Oh, God, I love you so much.”
He groaned as the words did what they always did and set
him free. He grabbed her hard, probably too hard, and dragged her down on him again and again as the pressure inside of him built to fever pitch. His. All his. She was his. She’d always been made for him, been waiting for him. Nobody else had ever touched her like this, had her like this, made her feel like this. He gasped as his own orgasm slid down his spine and his hips bucked as he forced his seed deep inside of her.
“Fuck, Rach. Fuck.” He groaned as his hips pumped uncontrollably, “Love. You. Babe.”
He collapsed against her, pinning her to the back of the seat. They were both sweaty and spent. The windows of the car were fogged over from their breaths despite the fact he’d left it running. Their skin was hot and slid against one another as they sucked in the overheated air but neither of them made any move to pull away.
“Mmm…” Rachel moaned after a long minute and shivered beneath him, “I think I need a nap now.”
He chuckled as he pulled out and began the process of cleaning up and righting their clothes. He used her panties to wipe them off and then tossed them aside. They were almost home and she most certainly wouldn’t need them there. He tucked himself back inside his jeans and gently zipped up.
Rachel didn’t move so he pulled her back against his chest and pushed her sweaty hair aside. He kissed her neck, down along her shoulder and then sucked on the soft skin he found there. She moaned and arched against him, her arms coming up around his head to hold him close.
“I almost thought you’d forgotten about marking me up, caveman.” She murmured sleepily when he released the love bite.
“Until you agree to get that Property of Remington Bomar tattoo… you can get used to the hickies.” He chuckled.
He could practically hear her roll her eyes and smiled as he counted the number of small purple bruises he’d sucked into her skin. They faded. They always faded. But he couldn’t seem to help himself. He was as bad as a damn dog, marking his territory, but she didn’t honestly seem to mind and he’d caught her fingering the marks that had replaced those other horrible bruises weeks ago and smiling to herself so he figured he wasn’t the only one that got off on possessing her.