“Goddamn, Remi. You’re soaking me, baby.”
He’s right, there’s no sense in denying it or feeling any type of shame for it. I can feel how wet I am. I can feel it dripping down my legs, pooling behind my bent knees. I know he’s got to be covered in my juices.
His free hand wraps in my hair, fisting it so that he can pull the top half of my body off the bed, always wanting us as close as we can get. My back is pressed to his front now, but he never slows his rhythm. The new angle has me groaning in pleasure, sinking back against him because I’m too consumed with the intensity to hold myself up.
His cock continues to punish my drenched pussy as his finger continues to claim my ass. He bites down on my earlobe and my nipples respond by getting so hard that I could cut flesh.
“Your body was made for mine, Remi. He whispers darkly in my ear. “You feel it don’t you?”
I can’t form words, my brain floating too far out of my body to remember the English language. I nod as best as I can, agreeing to every word he speaks. The truth so obvious, there’s no need for confirmation.
“You feel how you envelop me? How your pussy sucks me in, never wanting to let go?”
In an effort to get me to hear his words, to feel them from the inside out, he purposely, slowly, drags himself out of me. Inch by glorious fucking inch. The slow movements feel intensified, demanding my attention, holding me hostage to the sensations.
Just before he pulls all the way out, he starts to slide back in, just as slowly as before. I feel every groove of our bodies aligning in perfect sync, caressing each other in the most intimate ways.
“And this sexy ass of yours.” He says, shoving his finger deeper inside. “It’s swallowing my finger, baby. I think it’s jealous.”
“Aahh” Is all I can manage, too fucking drunk on him.
“Do you want my cock in your perfect ass, Little Wolf? Huh? You want me to fuck your ass, baby?”
I nod my head deliriously, hoping like hell he can understand the motion. I want to beg, to plead, to demand it. But I just can’t form the words. At this point, I consider myself lucky to even hear his words over the white noise ringing in my ears, my body so in tune to his touch that it steals all of my attention.
His teeth clamp down hard on my shoulder so hard, I can feel the skin break, In one swift move, he removes his cock and his finger from where they were so generously buried just a moment before. I’m so fucking wet all over that I know we don’t even need lube to prep me. My body has prepared itself, needing this since the moment I opened my eyes.
Slowly he inserts himself in my back entrance, and I swear my pussy cries at the loss of him. My ass however is throwing a welcoming party, hungry for more than he’s giving me.
“Holy fuck.” He hisses, sinking himself to the hilt.
“Mmmmmm.”
I feel him tense and still inside of me, and I smile like a drunken fool, knowing that he’s experiencing so much overwhelming pleasure that he needs a minute to stave off the orgasm that’s threatening to release before Brody’s willing to give in.
“You’re gonna be the death of me, Rem. You know that, right?” He mumbles, more to himself than for me, but I nod my head anyways, loving that he’s just as out of control of his body as I am of mine, anytime we touch.
With such painstaking slowness, he starts pumping himself deeper inside of me. Each time he bottoms out, he does a fast thrust to keep me dangling over the edge, but never falling over. He teases me until I cry out.
“You like that?” He asks, knowing goddamn well that I do. “I don’t wanna go slow, baby. I wanna take your ass rough and hard.”
It’s about damn time!
I thrust my ass against him, gesturing for him to make good on his dirty, delectable promises. That’s all he needed to lose the last shrivel of restraint he had left. He snakes the hand that isn’t wrapped in my hair around to my clit, rubbing circles as he pounds into me from behind.
He fucks me so hard that I just know he’s going to split me in two before he even gets a chance to climax. The sensations are unlike anything I’ve ever felt, bringing tears to my eyes with just how good it feels.
How good he feels.
Brody’s mouthwatering moans, groans, and hisses fill my ears, while he drills into me like he’ll find the secrets to the universe buried inside of me. I, on the other hand, know for damn sure that my soul has left my body. It’s soaring somewhere in the heavens, telling all of the angels how much they’re missing out on by never experiencing Brody buried inside of them like this…To let him consume you from the inside out.
If this is what death feels like, I’d gladly do it again and again.
“You’re perfect, Little Wolf. Every single inch of you.” He whispers, trailing his tongue along the shell of my ear. “I’ll never get enough of you. Never.”
Tears of ecstasy slide down my cheeks, feeling cold against the stark contrast of how the rest of my body is. How hot I get every time Brody touches me like this.
Brody uses the hand tangled in my hair to turn my head back toward him. I go willingly, always willing. His tongue darts out, licking the tears from my cheeks and kissing along the path that they fell, silently promising that he’ll take it all just so that I don’t have to.
Pain, confliction, trauma. Whatever I feel, he wants to take it and turn it into something blissful. To replace the bad with the good.
He fucks me like he isn’t afraid to break me. And that right there… That’s enough to heal me from the inside out.
Brody is enough to heal me.
A fourth orgasm takes over and my body gives out, attempting to slump forward as blinding bliss soars throughout my body at an almost alarming rate. My vision goes black as crackling electricity fills my ears so loudly that I don’t even hear Brody finish before he slumps over me, bringing both of our bodies tumbling to the mattress.
We lay there panting, our skin sticking together, as he brings one of his hands up to mine, tangling our fingers together.
“Do you have any idea how gorgeous your ass looks with my cock buried inside of it?” He breathes against my skin.
“About as good as your cock looks with my ass surrounding it.” I mutter.
He laughs the deepest, purest laugh I’ve ever heard, the soundtrack of my happiest memories. He pulls his head off my back, pressing his lips press to my flushed skin, peppering kisses against every inch of me his lips can reach without moving. Without separating our connection.
“I think I’m paralyzed.” He groans, licking my spine. “I’ve never come so hard in my life.”
I can feel the drunken smile that takes over my face at his words.
“Seeing your face every time I open my eyes has to be the best part of my day.” He tells me, lightly dragging his hands up and down my sides, goosebumps rising over my skin as he does.
“Is that why you mauled me when I was still asleep?”
“I was hungry.”
I feel him shrug against me as he lightly bites the middle of my back before kissing me all over once again.
“You’re insatiable.” I laugh, loving how unfazed he is in his desperation for me at all times of the day and night.
“And you love it.”
I do. I really, really do.
Every moment we’re together, he can’t seem to keep his hands off of me. It’s not even just a sexual way though. No matter where we are, no matter what we’re doing, and no matter how many or how few clothes we have on, his hands are always on me. Whether we’re grocery shopping and he holds on to me while I push the shopping cart. Or if we’re on the bike and one of his hands squeezes mine as they’re wrapped around him. He just likes to touch me. To feel me. To know that I’m here, with him.
That I’m not going anywhere.
Those moments remind me that I can always love him more than I did the moment before. I wonder if there will ever come a day when I stop finding new ways to
love him. I kind of hope that I never find that limit though.
Brody slowly pulls out of me and I whimper at the loss, never feeling as if my body is complete if he’s not inside of it. As his come seeps out of me he hisses a delicious sound, his fingers pushing it back inside of my body. For some reason it’s the most erotic and sexy thing he’s ever done.
“I love you, Remi, but my gods I’m going to worship your ass until my dying day.”
***
It took Brody and me all day to keep our hands off of each other long enough to peel our naked bodies out of bed and get around for the day.
It’s so hard to leave the perfect bubble that we’re in whenever it’s just the two of us in bed together. When we’re together like that, the rest of the world ceases to exist. Nothing can reach us. Nothing can hurt us.
When our bodies come together, there’s no fear, no running, no big bad evil, no impending war.
It’s just us.
It’s love and pleasure.
It’s the promise of more.
And it’s addictive. I can’t ever seem to get enough. Neither can Brody. We take turns trying to be the voice of reason. One of us is always trying to remember things like food and water. But then the other tugs us back down and all hell breaks loose as we both give in, ravishing each other’s bodies, succumbing to the most primal urge of needing to be together.
It’s almost an impossible cycle to break.
Almost.
Now Brody and I have officially showered and we are sitting at the kitchen counter together, so close that I can feel his body heat, and we’re finally eating lunch.
I used to skip meals because I couldn’t afford to stop somewhere long enough. Now I skip meals because Brody and I prefer to put our mouths on each other instead.
Fair fucking trade in my book.
“So have you answered the girls yet?” He asks, taking a bite of the delicious salmon he cooked for us.
“I uh… I said yes, but I don’t know if it’s a good idea. I’m not like them, Brody.”
Bree messaged me two days ago, wanting to bury the hatchet so to speak. I’ve never held any ill feelings toward her, and let’s be honest, I let her get away with attacking me in the grocery store rather than killing her like I would anyone else who put their hands on me like that.
She’s lucky.
I know she was just protecting her family, fighting the battle that was in front of her. But I know that at the end of the day, no matter how hard she wants to make amends, we probably have nothing in common. Besides loving Brody, but even then… uh, I win.
“It’s an olive branch, Rem. The girls want to know you. I think you’d like them if you gave them a chance. You have more in common than you might think.”
It’s not a matter of me liking them or not. I already like them and I don’t even really know them yet. I adore Bree because she’s fiercely loyal. She always has been. Max is amazing, a loving mother who encourages her family to do the right thing. The little I’ve seen of Sonya, Karen, and Kat, tell me that they’re good people with good hearts. These are all people I know I could like just for being who they are, but will that work both ways?
They don’t know me. And the little they do know has already colored their opinion about what type of person they think I am. Especially after they all saw Bree pull a gun on me.
They don’t know that I’ve killed people. They don’t know my secrets or the depths of my shame. I don’t know what it means to have girlfriends or a group of friends at all. I’ve never done something like this.
Even when I was around Bree in the past, we were never close. I was never close with anyone but Brody. I liked Bree, yeah. I spent time with her any time we hung out with all the guys. But we never hung out just the two of us. And she didn’t come to LA with the guys, so I grew closer to them than I did with Bree.
“But what if they don’t like me?”
I know it might sound like the most childish concern, but let’s be honest here. I never had a real childhood. I’ve never been immersed in social interactions or how to make friends. Liz had to teach me how to have actual conversational skills because I spent so long locked away from the world.
So yeah, there are real concerns here. Real fears.
“Then fuck ‘em.” He says, shrugging his shoulders.
“You don’t mean that.”
“Oh, but I do.” He smiles, nodding intently. “If they’re so closed-minded that they can’t see the amazing woman that you are and all of the reasons that I fell in love with you, then they aren’t who I thought they were and aren’t worth my time.”
I look at him with a mixture of shock and confusion. Maybe he really has lost his mind. Family means everything to Brody, he’d never throw away the people he loves.
He sighs, shaking his head when he sees me staring at him like he’s just sprouted a tortoise shell on his back.
“I choose you, Remi. Every second of every day since the moment I saw you on that beach all those years ago. I chose you then, I choose you now. Today, tomorrow, and every day after, I choose you. Why can’t you accept that?”
Because I’m unworthy.
Because I hurt you.
Because I know I’m going to disappoint you again.
I look away, unable to meet his eyes.
Brody’s nimble fingers slide along my jawline, turning my face toward him. When my eyes still don’t rise up to meet his, he lightly cups my chin, gently forcing me to look at him.
“They’re gonna love you almost as much as I do.” He tells me, placing a kiss on my lips. “I wouldn’t push this if I didn’t think you could really bond with them, love. We all need a family to call our own.”
I sigh, linking my arms around his neck, leaning back against the countertop.
“For you, I will go into this with an open mind. But if they’re judgy little bitches then I’m leaving.”
He laughs, sealing his lips to mine.
I can do this.
For him.
I know how much family means to him and if all he wants is to bring us all together, then I guess it won’t hurt to try and be open with these girls. Even if the thought of opening up to someone who isn’t Brody gives me hives.
I mean literal hives. As in, as soon as we’re done eating, I’ll be popping some form of anti-histamine because I can already feel the heat on my neck, making me feel like my throat is closing up.
What was it Jamie Lannister said?
The things I do for love.
Once we’ve finished eating, Brody drives me over to Bree’s house where all the girls are gathered, waiting on me to join them for what has been dubbed ‘girl time.’
“I’ll be across the street at Abel’s house if you need me, okay?” He tells me as he walks me to the front door.
“Close enough to hear me scream, got it.”
He chuckles, shaking his head as he rings the doorbell.
Nerves course through me as all the girls huddle together at the front door, welcoming me with overwhelming smiles and giggles. I step into the house as Brody’s hand slip through my fingers. He backs away with a shy smile on his face.
“I love you, Little Wolf.” He says right before he turns away and jogs across the street to Abel’s house.
No! Take me with you!
Bree closes the door behind him and I feel like I just got locked into a dark cave with a swarm of vultures, waiting on the kill.
They’re gonna eat me alive.
Bree goes around the room, reintroducing everyone in case I forgot. I haven’t, but I appreciate the time it gives me to steel my nerves. They all wave back at me, a smile on their faces, while Max envelops me in a motherly embrace, a giant Great Dane hot on her heels.
I’ve lived through a pretty hellish existence and endured things I wouldn’t wish on my worst enemy. But these girls, they’re opinion of me, what that means for Brody’s future… I’m not too pro
ud to admit that these girls scare the hell out of me.
The only female I know is Liz. And all of the girls in front of me are all vastly different from her. I can’t imagine any of these girls digging around inside my body for a bullet while I bleed out on their couch. I can’t imagine one of them holding me down while the other stitch me back up because there’s no anesthetic to numb the pain.
We are not the same.
We come from different worlds.
While they get to live open and out loud in the sunshine, I’m busy running and hiding underground, needing the dark to stay alive.
Anxiety creeps up my spine, buzzing in my ears, sweat coating on my chest. I feel like Ricky fucking Bobby because I have no idea what to do with my hands.
“Come on, Remi, Max made cheesecake.” Bree says, pulling me toward the kitchen.
Bree tells me all about how this used to be Max and Kat’s house before the guys moved back home. Max laughs as she tells me the story of hating her new neighbors and threatening to kill him with baked goods that he was allergic to. I smile a little, remembering the overbearing sternness Abel exuded when I first met him.
He’s a lot to take in.
“What about you and Dex?” I ask, still unsure what all happened with that.
Bree sighs with contentment, as a shy smile spreads across her face. Her cheeks heat with sexy memories that I can tell I don’t want to hear.
“I had no idea he was in love with me. I really didn’t. He may have been Abel’s best friend, but he was mine too. No one truly knew how deep our friendship was, and neither of us knew how the other felt. When Dex and I finally talked it out, Abel was furious. That bastard tried to forbid me from being with him.”
Yup, that sounds like Abel.
“Thankfully Max talked some sense into him. But it wasn’t until I almost died when Dex proved to Abel that he really loved me and that I wasn’t just another conquest for him.”
Hearing her talk about almost dying, remembering what Max said when we all gathered in the den at her place several days ago, it makes me curious what the hell happened to these girls.
“I don’t enjoy reliving that time of my life, but maybe if you knew what happened, you’d see that I’m on your side, Remi. I am so sorry for how I treated you. I hope you know how much I mean that.”
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