Absolution

by S. Kirkpatrick

  Remi looks to me, almost as if asking for me to help her out so that she doesn’t disappoint them. She doesn’t think she knows what it means to be someone’s sister or how to be close with people without having them near. She’s never been given the chance to forge those kinds of relationships before and I can tell that it’s starting to catch up to her now.

  “Maybe you guys can exchange numbers and keep in touch. It might be good to establish a better foundation before we start scheduling vacations together though.”

  I watch her sigh in relief at my words, grateful that she has someone in her corner that understands her, without words even needing to be spoken.

  “We left it all with Liz. She said as soon as you’re ready for it, she’s got your covered.” Ruger pipes in, understanding that it will take more than a pop-up visit for the three of them to cultivate the type of relationship they’re hoping to have with their baby sister.

  Goodbyes are exchanged as the rumblings of more than a dozen motorcycles roar to life, shaking the windows of the bar behind us.

  “They just want to love you. That’s all.” I tell her as she curls into my side as tightly as she can.

  “It’s just a lot to take in, in one day.”

  “Trust me, I know how badly one day can fuck up your entire world.” I tell her, hating myself a little bit more with how badly I let one day shake the entire foundation of who I am.

  “Yeah, but yesterday the only person I had in my corner was Liz. Now I have you back, three brothers, and an entire MC that wants to be my family. I don’t know how to do that.”

  “Just be yourself. Talk to them. Get to know them. Over time it will all fall into place. There’s no need to rush it though. Until recently, Colt and Wesson thought you were dead. It makes sense that they’re jumping the gun. Just give it time.”

  “What if I can’t be their family? What if after everything that happened before now stops us from being able to move forward?”

  “Did it feel like that today when you saw them in the cemetery?”

  She doesn’t even hesitate when she responds. “No, I was so glad to see Ruger. It was the other two that had me feeling unsure of myself.”

  “Do you trust Ruger?”

  “Yeah, I do.” She says on a sigh like it’s such a weird thing to admit.

  “Then trust in him. Let the rest come with time. And if it doesn’t then that’s okay too. Having one brother is better than having none.”

  We fall into a comfortable silence, holding onto each other and lightly swaying back and forth to the music that’s fading into the night air from the inside of the bar.

  The song changes over as the street lights come on, bathing my Little Wolf in a yellow halo that matches her eyes.

  “Dance with me?” She asks, her vibrant eyes making it impossible to say no.

  ‘The first step is the one you believe in. The second one might be profound. I’ll follow you down through the eye of the storm. Don’t worry, I’ll keep you warm. I’ll follow you down while we’re passing through space. I don’t care if we fall from grace. I’ll follow you down.’

  “I think Liz picked that song on purpose.” She tells me, her hands wrapped around the back of my neck.

  I nod my head, knowing that she did. In several of the videos that Liz gave me, Remi and Oaklynn are dancing to this song. You can hear Remi singing along, telling our beautiful daughter that this song always makes her think of me.

  “Think that means she’s spying on us somewhere?”

  Remi snorts as if it’s obvious, and I guess in some ways it is. It’s been Liz’s job to keep an eye on Remi since she was a teenager. I don’t foresee that changing any time soon, regardless if Remi’s case is done or not.

  Even with Liz officially handing in her resignation to the FBI, I know that her connection to Remi will last forever. They’ve been through too much together. Forged too deep of a bond. They’re family, no matter how much the alphabet soup assholes have voiced their disapproval.

  “Let’s give her a show then. Teach her to mind her business.”

  Remi laughs as I pull our bodies as close as they can go, hiking one of her legs up around my waist, and crashing my mouth against hers. She tastes like cinnamon and every good decision I’ve ever made. Like every sunny day that I’ve ever felt against my skin. Like every breath I’ve ever taken.

  She tastes like my past, present, and future. Everything my grandpa Oakley promised that she would be the moment he met her.

  ‘I’ll follow you down to where forever lies. Without a doubt I’m on your side. There’s nowhere else that I would rather be. I’m not about to compromise, give you up to say goodbye. I’ll guide you through the deep, I’ll keep you close to me.’

  “Take me home, Brody. I need you to rewrite every scar on my body. I need whatever you can give me.” She gasps into my mouth when I grind against her, holding her body hostage against my own.

  Without letting her go, I dig my keys from my pocket, holding them up by middle finger, flipping Liz off, who is no doubt lurking in a window somewhere.

  Remi giggles against my mouth, her lips pulling against my own. Her happiness is contagious and I can’t help but smile with her, loving that she gets to be carefree for the first time in her life.

  “My phone just vibrated. I bet you ten bucks that it says something about condoms.”

  “Fuck the condoms. I told you, I can’t wait to get you pregnant again.”

  She grabs ahold of my hand and yanks on me with all of her strength, pulling me to the truck without even saying goodbye to anyone. With her attention solely focused on getting us naked, I’m raging hard in my pants, eager to get her home and give her everything that her body craves.

  ***

  The minute the door closes behind us, it’s as if the rest of the world disappears. Oaklynn called earlier to ask if she could stay with Nana and Pop-Pop so we have the house all to ourselves for the night.

  “Go to the room. Undress and present yourself while you wait for me.”

  The dirtiest smile I’ve ever seen covers her face, her yellow eyes dancing with mischief. Leave it to Remi to beg me to mark her body, but find ways to tease me in the process.

  I consider going to the bathroom and rubbing one out before we get started, knowing that with how keyed up my body is right now that I’m likely to blow as soon as I see her naked body.

  Does that make me pathetic? Probably. Do I care? Not in the slightest. I’m addicted to Remington Jameson on a cellular fucking level. Everything about her from the way she eats to the way she holds a gun makes my dick hard. It’s been like this between us since the moment I saw her in those combat boots with her cut-off shorts all those years ago.

  Speaking of which…

  “Leave the boots on, Little Wolf.” I yell after her.

  Eleven years ago I swore to myself that I’d fuck her with nothing but her boots on. I refuse to go another day without doing just that.

  This woman. My fucking woman.

  The woman I’ve killed for. The woman I hunted for. The woman I’ve loved and hated. The woman I’ve admired and abhorred…

  We could have missed out on all of this if she would have sat anywhere else on the beach that day. We could have missed out on it if Ryan would have joined me for lunch that day like I offered since I never went to my cove with anyone.

  There were so many things in this life that tried to pull Remi and I from each other. But none of them were stronger than we were. Nothing will ever be as strong as the love we have for each other.

  I glance at the clock and see that it’s been five minutes since I instructed Remi to leave her boots on. Far longer than I thought I had the patience for tonight. Yet still not long enough to change the state of the steel fucking pipe that’s about to break through my zipper.

  I take my shirt off, tossing it on the kitchen counter, and slowly make my way toward my waiting wolf. I kick my shoes off at
some point between the kitchen and the hallway, my only focus getting to the naked goddess waiting for me in our room.

  Even though I’ve seen her body a million times before, I still feel a warmth spread throughout my veins when I take her in.

  Kneeling on the floor with her knees parted, the soles of her combat boots pushing her ass out in greeting, head bowed… She’s the most glorious thing I’ve ever laid eyes on.

  I step up behind her, wrapping my fingers in her windblown hair. With a firm hold, I gently tug her head back, exposing her throat, causing her mouth to pop open. My vision blurs with the need to shove my dick in the waiting warmth until she gags.

  But this isn’t about me. It’s about her. It will always be about her.

  “Tell me what you need, love.”

  “Erase my past, Brody. Make me new.”

  She doesn’t want me to take it easy. She doesn’t want me to treat her like a girl who was once abused. She wants me to revere her resilience. She wants to show me her strength. She wants me to turn her pain into pleasure. She wants me to take her as far as her body can go, then safely bring her back.

  “Do you want me to do it softly?”

  “Never.”

  Without another word, I release her hair, pick her up, and throw her on the bed. Her boots bounce off the mattress before landing back down with an audible thump. And for some unknown reason, it makes my ears ring with the intensity of how fucking sexy she looks like this.

  I turn away from her, strip down, and grab the box of her favorite toys from under the bed. I select a paddle, a Wartenberg wheel, and her favorite flogger, knowing that she’ll want the different sensations as the night goes on.

  Tonight there will be no restraints and no holding back. She wants to bathe together in the darkness that lives in both of us and I’ll happily fucking drown in it with her.

  I select some music to set the tone for the night and then slowly climb on the bed, placing one hand around her throat, knowing she loves it when her lips tingle under my hands.

  “Promise me, Remi. Promise me you’ll never vanish again.”

  “I promise.” She whispers.

  “Again.” I demand, raising my voice.

  “I promise!” She yells.

  “Louder!”

  “I promise, I promise, I promise!” She screams.

  When her voice cracks on the last note of her scream, I thrust into her as hard as I can, finding her dripping wet in anticipation. My dirty girl moans in delight, the sound vibrating through her, settling between us where our bodies are joined.

  “I’ll fucking die without you, Remi. I won’t survive losing you again.”

  Her nails rake down my back, shoving me into her even harder. Knowing she needs me deeper, I flip her over until she’s propped up on her hands and knees.

  “I’m here, Brody. With you. Always.” Her voice is breathless, wanton, begging, as I tease her entrance with my cock.

  I pinch her nipples, causing her back to arch into me. She’s begging without words, knowing it will just delay her satisfaction even further. But we both know she needs this. She needs to be taunted, to be chased, but only like this. Only with the promise of pleasure at the end.

  And only ever by me.

  This is the control that she needs. Knowing how it ends, knowing that even though it may sound like I’m in charge, I’m at her fucking mercy.

  I always have been.

  This is Remi’s game. I’m just the bastard lucky enough to get to play it with her.

  When she bucks against me one more time, I bend down and bite her in the center of her back, clamping down hard enough that I know she’ll be bruised there tomorrow.

  “Again. More. Please, Brody. Make me new!”

  It’s her way of saying that if she’s going to have to live with marks on her body forever, she would rather they be marks from me. She’d rather be able to look back on these with fond memories, sexy memories, memories that were created from love and pleasure between the two of us, rather than to be stuck with memories that are behind the ones she has now.

  “Baby, that’s too much in one night.” I say, dragging my tongue over her fresh bite mark.

  She moans underneath me, her breathing accelerating.

  I grab the wartenberg wheel from where it rests at the end of the bed, slowly gliding it up the back of her legs.

  “Oh fuck. Fuck, fuck, fuck!” She yells, her body shivering beneath the wheel.

  I dig in a little harder, circling around the wounds on the back of her legs. The freshest wounds she has. The skin around them is still purple and angry, but Remi is a masochist. She gets off on pain delivered out of love.

  “Color?”

  “Greeeeeeeeennn.” She moans.

  “You want more?”

  “Everywhere.” She whispers.

  With a swiftness that I know she wasn’t expecting, I use my free hand to grab ahold of her shoulder and thrust back inside of her. She falls forward with the force of my body, sounds of pleasure tumbling from her lips as she does.

  Wrapping my free hand in her hair, I pull her back up so that we’re halfway sitting up, her back pressed to my chest, and whisper lowly in her ear. “I think I heard you wrong. It sounded like you mispronounced the words ‘Yes, Sir.’”

  Being the kinky little devil that she is, her pussy clamps around me, pulling me in even deeper. I lift the wartenberg wheel to her throat, putting only the slightest bit of pressure behind the spikey wheel, dragging it across the sensitive flesh.

  She smiles like the horny little vixen she is, drunk on endorphins. “Yes, Sir.” She corrects herself, slamming her ass against me.

  Fucking hell, I’m a goner for this girl.

  “Good girl.” I commend her as I drop the wheel, letting it fall to the mattress beneath us.

  3 Pill Morning begins to play over the speaker and I see the goosebumps rise across every inch of her exposed skin the moment she hears it. Something in that moment changes between us. The air filling with an electrical current that only exists when our bodies come together. I feel her body shaking against mine so I turn her around, laying her against the mattress beneath me.

  “Mine to love. Mine to protect. Mine to kill for, mine to die for.”

  What started out as rough and primal turns into something else entirely. We become frantic, scrambling to join our bodies in the search for something more.

  Remi subconsciously sings the first verse to me as I move between her legs. Her voice is a whisper through her moans, her fingers digging into my neck, bringing our foreheads together.

  ‘Dark to light, you made me see. That love is a place where I am wanted. Stole my heart so easily. I don’t want it back ‘cause you helped me find it.’

  Sweat coats our bodies as we chase our release together. I sink my teeth into her chest, covering the bullet wound that previously littered her beautiful skin. I dig my teeth in until the coppery taste of her blood floods my tongue, hoping to replace one more mark on her body.

  The minute my tongue skates across the indentions my teeth left behind, I feel Remi’s pussy grip my cock so tight that I fear she’ll milk an orgasm right out of me, far too fast for either of our likings.

  Her breath stutters against me, unshed tears making her eyes sparkle in the dim lights of the room. The moment that shifted between us was due to this song. A song that feels as if I wrote it just for her. I can feel her skin vibrating against my own, the weight of the emotions this song is evoking a physical manifestation between us.

  I cup her cheek, slowing my movements, hoping each and every word that I sing sinks inside of her as deeply as my body is right now.

  ‘My love will always be unending. Your life I’ll never stop defending. You’re mine. The only thing that I need is us together. My girl, the chains you’re gonna break through, this world will only try to take you. Stay strong. Every single word is true, I’d kill for you.’

&n
bsp; “Never let me go, Brody. Promise me.”

  “I promise, Little Wolf. I fucking promise.”

  A tear slides down her cheek at my admission and I seal my vow to her with a kiss, tasting her tears as they fall against our lips.

  They taste like absolution.

  They taste like forever.

  And it’s my new favorite flavor.

  Epilogue

  Remi

  Three Years Later

  “Oh no you don’t mister, get back here!” I yell, chasing his naked little butt throughout the house.

  If he manages to unlock the deadbolt again and run outside as naked as the day he was born one more time this week, I’m bolting the doors shut completely. I’m sure the neighbors next door will get a good laugh out of it though.

  Have two kids they said. It’ll be fun they said.

  Yeah, until your son pops out as an exact replica of his hell-raising father. I swear, Oaklynn was never this ornery. Sarcastic as hell? Absolutely. As ornery as the rest of the DRAB boys that my son idolizes? Not so much.

  “Henry Daniel Cummings, you get your adorable butt back here right now!”

  The heart-melting giggle that keeps me from ever being able to punish him properly rings out through the house, bringing a smile to my lips.

  I. Am. Doomed.

  He’s too damn cute for his own good. Too damn cute for my own good. Brody claims he’ll have his hands full with Oaklynn when she’s older, but I think he underestimates the charm that the Cummings boys can have on the ladies. With a smile that cute, eyes that green, and a laugh that makes your heart feel as soft as cotton candy…

  Lord help us all.

  The front door opens and my heart races as I try not to trip over the dinosaur roadblock Henry so kindly left in the middle of the floor for me. He’s gotten crafty with escape attempts the last couple of weeks, I have to hand it to him.

  “Hey, little man, where are your clothes?” Brody laughs as he comes in the front door.

  The laugh that turns your heart to mush? Yeah… He got that from his daddy.