Requiem (Remington Carter Book 2)

by Emma Cole

  Eli had caught a ride with a teammate earlier today, so we're all able to pile in the SUV together. We arrive at the frat house the football players occupy, and I slip Eli's jacket off. At his questioning stare, I explain it will be too warm inside, and I don't want to accidentally leave it or have someone spill on it. A question pops in my head I've been wondering about.

  "Why aren't you in the fraternity? As one of the better players, I'd have thought you would be."

  "I haven't ever really been interested in it and already knew I wanted to stay with these annoying, but lovable characters."

  Beck reaches out and smacks Eli on the back of the head. Dylan intervenes before they start horsing around.

  "Come on, you two, it's cold out here." Ethan directs us toward the house.

  Dylan pulls Beck away while Eli and I follow them, with Ethan right behind us.

  I'm starting to get the feeling that they're purposely putting me and Eli together in public. I turn my head and narrow my eyes at Ethan. Pointedly glancing back at Eli. He nods his head to confirm it. This is something we need to discuss later.

  Chapter Nineteen

  The music is going, and the house is already half full when we open the door to go in. Eli is immediately pulled away by well-wishers congratulating him. He looks back helplessly at me, and I wave him off. I'm not a clinger, besides I have three of the hottest guys in the room keeping me company. I don't even have to look to know it's true. Although, I'm thinking of finding a fork to get stabby with at some of the flirty looks the guys are getting.

  I'm suspecting Ethan has something supernatural going on as he slings an arm around Beck's waist and leans into him. Instantly, half the attention drops off, while others don't seem to give a crap. Oh, well they're bound to attract attention, I'll have to get over it. And a fork. Getting a fork. Maybe one of those foldable camping ones so I can carry it around… Snapping fingers in front of my face, and Dylan calling my name, jar me out of my lala land trip.

  "Remi, love, what do you need a fork for? Are you hungry?"

  I groan in embarrassment. My face heats up as I try to come up with a plausible explanation, but just stumble all over it. I look around for any type of escape or rescue. Where's that dick Christian or Adam when I need them?

  Ethan, the big mouth, says, "I think she's planning on putting some eyes out."

  I flip him off, making him and Beck laugh loudly enough to attract attention. More attention.

  "Thanks, you ass, I really didn't need the assistance." Dylan catches on and joins in with the two idiots. Pursing my lips duck style, I blow raspberries at them. "I'm going to find Eli and dance." I flounce off in full, self-righteous embarrassment.

  "Remi, wait, we'll dance with you." Too late, I've already found Eli.

  And now I'm going for the knives. He's trying nicely, but unsuccessfully, to stop the wandering hands of two co-eds. I step in and start smacking hands.

  "Ew. Yuck. Stop that. You're getting germs on him." I can't tell who's more shocked at my hands-on approach, Eli or the girls. "Mine. Back off." I grip his hand in mine, tugging him out of the den and into the room with the dancing.

  "Dang, Remi babe. That was sexy." He leans into me, voice low and husky in my ear, making me shiver in delight.

  "I'll show you sexy. Come on." I drag him to an open spot to the opening of Sia's Genius. Knowing exactly how well he can move, I start a modified Latin dance. We spin and twist rubbing against each other on the exchanges. He only let me lead until he understood what I wanted, then he took control. It's hot and dirty and, I fucking love it. I can tell he does as well from the growing bulge in his jeans rubbing against my ass and the heat in his eyes as he stares down at me. We're in our own little world until someone asks to cut in.

  Ethan and Beck, together. Oh, shit. You're in trouble now, Remi girl.

  Billie Eilish's Bad Guy starts, and they both have their arms up, hips thrusting one in front while the other is behind me. I stand dumbfounded at the fluidity of their movements and the blatant sexuality of them. As the beat changes, their hips cradle mine, a thigh from each between my legs almost making a seat. A moving seat.

  They move my body in rhythm with theirs, unconsciously, yet instinctually it keeps in time with them. I let go of my shock and inhibitions, allowing myself to enjoy it. Swiftly, the beat changes, and Ethan spins me out, brings me back and passes me off to Beck in a sultry step sequence. It takes every ounce of skill I can muster to follow their lead. It's a blast. They alternate that way, until near the end of the song, things go from sexy to straight up nasty grinding. My back flush with Beck's chest, and Ethan rolling against my lower body, we're wrapped around each other like twining ribbons.

  Eli

  "You gonna let that happen in public?" Dylan again. I swear I can't tell if he's coming or going.

  "It's fine,” I tell him. “They're not hurting anything. And frankly, it's fucking hot. I already had a semi from dancing with her. And did you catch her stunt in the den?"

  "Yes. I did. Why didn't you handle it yourself?"

  I don't appreciate his implication. "Was trying to. They were already drunk and I'm twice their size. Last thing I need is to be accused of is manhandling. Besides, I liked Remi shooing them off." I grin at him knowingly.

  "Fine. It was hot." He points at the trio. "So is that." We continue watching them dance. We're not the only ones, either.

  "Is that the Christian douche you were telling me about?" he asks.

  I look in the direction Dylan indicates, and of course, Christian is staring at Remi. He'd better stay away from her.

  "Yes, keep an eye on him. He likes to harass her." I have to subdue the urge to physically stop him from eye-fucking my girl.

  "Don't worry, me or Beck will handle it. You and Ethan don't need the attention it would bring. And I'd never let anything happen to Remi if I could stop it."

  I know he means it, too. Even with things not being settled completely between them he'll protect her no matter what.

  The song switches again into something more sedate. The trio allows space to slip in between them, taking on a more proper for-public mien. From the smile on her face, Remi is still loving every minute of it.

  "You two gonna finish making up anytime soon?" I enquire. Yesterday, and it seems like longer ago than that, was a great start, but the tension is still palpable.

  "Yes, if I can pry her out from between those two. To be honest..." He looks around to see if anyone is listening in. "I'm not sure how it's gonna work. Beck and Ethan are together, and obviously they plan on making that happen. Before, it was me and Beck. I'm not sure if she'll want me without him.

  "Dude, you know–" I start to say.

  "No, I know what she said. And I know she meant it at the time. I just don't know how that will translate into reality." Switching the topic slightly, he asks, "Does it bother you? That she's planning on being physical with us all? If it works out?"

  I can't deny I'm conflicted about it.

  "It does somewhat,” I tell him. “Probably not in the way you're thinking. More in the way you're worried. Will she decide I'm the odd one out? She loves me, I'm positive about that. But she straight up told me, literally minutes before we had sex on Halloween, that she was in love with others. I kinda freaked a little over the plural part. She was so sure she'd never see you all again. You can see now why I was so adamant, hours later, that I wasn't sharing. I'd just gotten her to commit after working on it for weeks. It's why I didn't stop her from leaving that morning. I didn't mind she was getting away from you all." I feel slightly guilty over the last part, but who wants their girlfriend living with their exes? Plural.

  "I get it. Can't say I'd have done any different. I think I screwed it all up with Samantha. I feel like she's too grossed out to touch me."

  I shrug unhelpfully. "She might be. She was and still is territorial. She's not mean or crazy, but those that pay too much attention, like the touching earlier, she gets annoyed. I really c
an't fault her for it, I get the same way. Except for you guys. I know you wouldn't try to take her from me."

  "There's nothing I can do about it now. Just hope, at some point, she can get over it," he says, defeat and devastation in his tone.

  I clap him on the shoulder. It'll work out with them eventually, I hope.

  "Hey, isn't that the guy that came by looking for Remi awhile back?” he asks now. “Adam? Why's he looking like a kicked puppy?" I follow the direction of his gaze and land on Adam. Who is staring at Remi.

  "Oh crap. She told me she tried let him down nicely. He's a decent guy for the most part, if a little hung up on our girl." That comment briefly brings his eyes up to mine. "It's true. She's ours. Not his, though, and I think that may be a problem."

  He relaxes in relief, but tenses to move forward as Adam heads for the group.

  Placing a staying hand on his arm, I say, "Let her handle it. Ethan and Beck will watch her. "

  Adam gestures and says something, but it's too loud in here to hear what it is. Remi nods, though, and flicks a glance at Ethan. Almost imperceptibly, he gestures for her to go on. Those two have an uncanny connection for their silent communication.

  "Dude, is it me or do those two have some kind of mind trick? I swear they could have a whole conversation without opening their mouths."

  I laugh at him echoing my thoughts. We wait a moment after Remi and Adam leave, then follow them. I don't trust Adam that much.

  Remi

  Adam leads me to a quieter hallway and whirls on me when we're alone. "What the hell, Remi? I thought you were dating Elliot?"

  Oh, he's pissed.

  "I am. Why is that your concern?" I don't want to be bitchy to a friend, but I don't answer to him.

  "Then what was that with the other two? You were practically screwing out there. I didn't think much of the rumors about the motel room. Now I see they had some merit."

  I cross my arms over my chest and unobtrusively check that the guys are close.

  "One, that's none of your business, Adam. You're overstepping here. And two, it's complicated. But again, still not your business." It dawns on me then, and I feel a bit dumb. "You're jealous." I say it flatly, very unamused at the ambush.

  "Why wouldn't I be? I thought it was the fact that you were with Eli, not that I just didn't meet your low standards for group sex."

  I slap him before I even consider my actions, instantly feeling contrite.

  He looks devastated and pissed. I am too.

  "I… I’m sorry, Adam, I shouldn't have struck you. You also shouldn't have said that."

  "Forget it, Remi. I can't see you right now." He walks away, not even noticing our audience.

  "If you hadn’t, I would have. He had no right to talk to you like that, Reese Cup." The others agree with Ethan.

  "I could have handled it better. All around. I'll let him cool off and try to talk to him later."

  Ethan starts to protest, then stops himself. "Fine. But you'll have someone with you. We still don't know why you were being followed tonight."

  "Okay, I'll agree to that. Can we go home? Or do you want to stay longer?" I direct the last at Eli.

  "No, we can go. Guys?" They all indicate they're ready to go, and Eli says his goodbyes to his teammates that are still here. On our way out, I run into Alex coming in.

  "Are you leaving already?"

  I take a good look at my best friend, and what she's been up to is apparent. "Alex, we've been here quite a while. Maybe you should have done your not-so-quickie after the party," I tease her. "Have fun, though, call me if you need anything." She gives me a hug, assuring she will, and waves me out.

  "Oh, Remi?"

  I turn to catch her words.

  She gestures to herself. "Make sure you do some of this. With all of that." She waves an arm encompassing the guys. Laughing, she skips off with boyfriend.

  Beet red, I walk to the SUV amid teasing from Beck, and surprisingly enough, Eli.

  Back at home, I head straight for the shower. I have shampoo in my hair when the shower door clicks open, startling me. Eli grabs me before I slip and climbs in naked with me.

  "Hey, Remi babe. I thought you could use some help." He smirks at me, and glancing down, he's the one in need of help.

  "Really, now. I think it's going to be very mutual." I rinse and apply conditioner to my hair. Using the excess left on my hands, I wrap them around Eli's erection, stroking him in full, base to tip. The slick slide up and down elicits a low moan from him.

  "Babe, turn around."

  I comply, and he lifts my right leg up until my foot is resting on a thigh-high shelf. I'm a little worried about balance and him fitting in this position, but I'll give it a try. I hear him rinsing off behind me. When the foot I'm standing on slides, Eli steadies me with his hands on my hips. There's movement behind me. I'm not expecting the mouth that touches me instead of his hand. Using two fingers to surround and expose my clit, he ramps up his tonguing motions, bringing me close to completion, except I can't quite get there.

  I groan in relief when he slips what I think is his thumb, from the angle of it, inside. Instead of moving in to give me what, I want he pulls back out and slides backwards. Catching me off guard, and before I can protest, the tip of his thumb inserts into my backside at the same time he sucks hard, trapping my clit and flicking his tongue rapidly. The small pinch of pain from my ass and the superhero moves of his mouth pitch me right over into a hard-clenching climax. I can't help the breathy scream that escapes and echoes in the bathroom. I'm sure at least one of the others heard it too, if the room on the other side of the bathroom is occupied.

  Eli leisurely licks at my center, burying his tongue deep as he continues to play with my asshole, causing little aftershocks to zing through me.

  "Eli, enough. Can't take it."

  He finally relents and stands behind me. I'm ready to collapse like a cooked noodle, but Eli has other plans. Sliding his wide dick through the mess I'd made, he tips my head back for a slow kiss. When he lines up and starts to push in, the burn of not being stretched first starts to get uncomfortable. Eli pulls back and then works in again and again before abandoning my lips to bite on the side of my neck as he slams in the last bit.

  I don't know what's gotten into him, but damn the man is good when he's aggressive.

  He sets a bruising pace, cupping his hips under mine to counteract the height difference. Hands on my tits and kneading them roughly, I can feel him getting harder as he gets close to orgasm. All the while he hits that sensitive spot inside, driving me up again. Besides the water of the shower on our skin, I'm so wet and open, each thrust audible.

  Dropping one hand down, he starts flicking my clit, grinding up hard, as far as he can get inside me. I come again around him. High pitched pants escape me that seem to excite him further. The grip my pussy has on him does his control in, making him pulse inside me with his own release.

  Fucking hell, I think I'm gonna pass out.

  "Eli, gotta stop. Can't breathe."

  He chuckles, knowing he's the reason for my shortness of breath.

  "Love you, Remi girl," he murmurs into my neck as we both settle down. Soon enough, he softens and slips.

  We wash off, but it takes a few. Let me tell you, when water hits a guy’s cum, that shit turns to glue.

  Clean and worn out, we dry off and stumble to bed.

  "Love you, too,” I tell him. “But that giant dick of yours isn't going in my ass. I've thought about it before, as more of a generality. I'm surprised you poking your finger around worked so well."

  Eli laughs at my terminology. "I saw the toys Ethan got you. I think he was planning on working up to it. Not to mention, Remi girl, but four guys? One you. And two that I'm positive are well versed in that area. I can't say I'd be disappointed to get to try it after one of them gets you stretched out first." I give him a nervous glance. "I'm thinking if that's a hard no, you'd better start discussing it. We'll need to discuss what eve
ryone is comfortable with and not. Now, let's get some sleep."

  Cuddled up, we start to drift off, and I swear I hear a shout from down the hall that Eli ignores. I want to go investigate, but he tightens his arms around me, keeping me put. Oh! Ethan and Beck… If I wasn't so tired I might 'accidentally' go see if I could get an invitation to observe.

  I randomly wake up at six in the morning and can't get back to sleep. I give up and slip out of bed, leaving Eli snoozing, cuddled up to my pillow. I brush a kiss across his temple, getting a light grumble in return. Other than that, he doesn't stir. I go to grab my cell from the nightstand and eye the drawer holding my locket from the twins and my book and coin from Ethan. Deciding today is not the day to deal with them, I put on comfy clothes and go down to the office to check for messages from over the long weekend. I don't make it any further than flipping the lights on.

  Chapter Twenty

  "Nice hickey, love." I whirl around, ready to hit someone, before realizing it’s Dylan.

  "Fuck, Dylan, you scared me." Hand to my heaving chest, I glare at him.

  "You should be. Lower levels are usually empty. You didn't even leave a note. These people aren't fucking around, Remi. Make sure we know where you are. At. All. Times."

  Feeling guilty and annoyed at his tone in regards to Eli’s mark and my supposed carelessness, I lash out. "I do get it Dylan. I thought I was safe enough here since I'm almost positive you all have a tracking app on my phone. Probably other things, too." Now he's the one that looks guilty. "And for your information, yes, it's a lovely hickey. Eli is lucky I don't have any jobs lined up right now." I grouch, I’d have to cancel them.

  Dylan's eyes narrow and darken to navy at being reminded of the mark. He starts crowding in on my personal space.