by KB Winters
She shook her head and pressed her eyes closed for a moment. When she looked back at me, her eyes were still sad, but she wasn’t crying anymore. “I was such an idiot. Remy, I was a major idiot.” She stopped to take a big gulp of air. “After you left, I went to Christopher’s office—”
“You what?” I roared, my eyes frantically searching her face and bare arms for any signs of harm. Oh, my God.If he hurt her to get back at me, I’d never forgive myself, and I’d kill him.
“Hold on, let me get this out,” she said, holding up one hand to me. “I read the papers that you left, after our stupid fight. And I went down there to get some answers.” She paused, sniffling again. “And…and for some stupid reason, I thought there was a good explanation for the whole thing.”
“Livvie…”
“Wait!” She took a deep breath and continued. “Obviously, you know that isn’t the case. There is no good explanation—except the fact that he is a douche bag. He told me about the fight and then he accused me of putting you up to it. Remy, he was so mean to me. I just went home and cried and I was so scared—I thought I’d lost you. I was so stupid.”
She sniffled. “I hope you can forgive me. I know I was being a total bitch.”
I leaned on the counter across from her and studied her pretty face. Even blotchy and puffy from crying, she was the most beautiful woman I’d ever seen. She continued to blow me away and shock my system. In the past, a crying, hysterical woman would’ve been a major repellent—but as I stood there, staring at her, I wanted nothing more than to throw her over my shoulder, take her to my bedroom, and make her forget that Christopher ever existed.
“Say something, please,” she said, staring down at her hands self-consciously.
“You’re gorgeous,” I said.
“Remy! Come on, be serious,” she protested, but her eyes were sparkling when she looked back up at me.
“I am.”
I took the bottle out of her hands and set it aside. Her eyes locked with mine and her lips parted. I met her full lips with a hot kiss that made her breathless in seconds. Her hands clawed at my chest, ripping my t-shirt off in one swoop. Her fingertips raked over my firm chest and taut stomach, studying every inch like a map. I claimed her lips again and tangled her up in another wild, hot kiss.
We moved across the room like a hurricane, leaving clothes and shoes in a messy trail behind us. I had her completely stripped down, so I could explore every luscious curve. I barely had her laid out on the couch before my need for her swelled up so much I thought I’d explode. I knew I’d have her all night, and this first time, I wanted her coming hard and fast, and leave her wet and panting for more as soon as she finished.
I teased her perfect breasts and then made a trail down her flat stomach, over the slight curve below her navel, and between the lips of her perfect, pink pussy. She was soaking wet and I slid my fingers into her. Her eyes went wide as she stared up at me, arching into the pressure.
“Fuck, Livvie, your pussy is so damned wet,” I told her.
Livvie closed her eyes and released a long, low moan as I continued to pulse into her. Her orgasm built quickly. “Yeah, yeah, Remy, please!”
“I want you to come with me,” I told her, slipping my fingers out and thrusting my cock inside her, deep and fast, in their place.
She gasped but it quickly dissolved into another low moaning sound as she clenched around my cock while I fucked her hard and fast. “You like me fucking that wet pussy?”
She nodded and bit her lip. “Uh-huh.”
“Say it, Livvie. I want you to talk dirty to me.”
I slowed, showing her I was serious, and her legs locked tight around my hips, trying to pull me back into her.
“Say it,” I repeated.
She opened her sapphire eyes and licked her lips. “I want you to fuck my wet pussy hard and fast, Remy. Fuck me!”
Damn, those words had never sounded hotter than dripping off her lips.
I thrust into her hard, and she clawed her hands into the fabric of the couch. “Oh, fuck, Remy!” she screamed out.
I was close, and Livvie was thrashing like a wild bull underneath me when I changed plans. I wanted to see how far I could push her, to see if the new found trust between us would translate into the physical connection. I pulled out, ignoring her protests, and flipped her over, ordering her to get on her knees. She hurried to follow my instructions and I stared at her pussy as she spread her legs for me.
“Pop your ass up.Let me see that beautiful pussy,” I told her, slipping my finger in the soaking trail of her juices to entice her.
She arched her back and pushed her ass up at me. “Spread your ass cheeks.”
“Remy!” she protested.
“Olivia,” I said, with a more commanding tone. “Spread your ass cheeks. Now.” She reluctantly slid her hands around the sides of her hips and spread her cheeks.
“Mmmm…there you go, baby girl,” I whispered to her. Her tight little asshole was perfect. I leaned over and kissed her from her soaking wet pussy to the tight little puckered hole, dipping my tongue inside. I wanted her, and the moan I heard from her throat let me know she wanted it, too. I wanted all of her.
Every fucking inch.
Inside and out.
I sucked and licked her from her ass to her clit, before I slipped my thumb into her ass and teased the tight hole. Her pussy was so wet, I plunged two fingers inside her and came out with all the juicy lube I’d need.Livvie groaned and arched more, her wet pussy gleaming, begging me to keep finger-fucking it, but my mind had changed directions and there was only one thing I wanted…
I removed my thumb and replaced it with tip of my cock.
“Remy!” Livvie gasped, letting go of her ass cheeks and turning her head to look back at me.
“Stay still,” I told her as I smacked her ass with the palm of my hand.
She bit her lip and I pushed the tip of my cock into her ass slowly, letting the tight ring of her asshole adjust to my cock.
“Oh, my God, Remy,” she groaned.
“I know, Olivia, just relax,” I said as more of my hard cock entered her beautifully tight velvet asshole. She moaned and flinched, but I grabbed her hips tight. “Don’t move, baby, and trust me.”
“I trust you…I do,” she whispered, barely audible. I pushed a little more, slowly. I knew her virgin ass needed to adjust to the size of my thick cock, but I also knew when the head pushed past the tightness—I’d take her so fucking hard, she’d go places she’d never been.
I pushed. Her hand flew back and grabbed my hip, pulling me into her. “Oh…” Her voice was low, almost guttural. “God, yes, fuck me!”
I reached my other hand around her hip and played with her clit, relishing each sensation as she quickly reached her climax by my skilled fingers. Her entire body seized and her ass gripped my cock, tight. I was ready. I pulled out and thrust back in deep. Her gasps and moans were loud, but when she reached around and grabbed her ass cheeks and spread them apart, begging for more, I kept going, letting my strokes get a little harder as she continued to relax.
“Say it, baby girl.” I demanded. “Tell me what you want.”
“Fuck me…fuck…my…ass.”
She groaned and squealed as I increased the pressure and then she shattered in front of me in an orgasm that rocked her entire body. She was still trembling as I came inside her ass—her body shuddering like that fucking wrecked me.
“Wow.” She took deep breaths, waiting for her heart to slow. “Remy…”
“Mmm…?”
“I’ve never done—that—before,”she panted, her voice low and sexy.
I slid my cock out of her and lay down on the couch. Then, I pulled her up on top of me. “Your ass is perfect. It was made for that, Liv. You have no idea.”
We dozed off together for a while, both our bodies spent from the drama of the day and the intense fuck session on the couch.
When I opened my eyes some time later, she
was still on top of me, staring off into space.
“What are you thinking about up there?” I asked, gently prodding her. “Plotting round two?”
She laughed. “Not quite yet. Just thinking about this crazy day.”
“Crazy two days,” I countered.
Livvie raised a brow. “What happened yesterday?”
I hesitated, wondering how to sidestep the question, but then went ahead and told her everything that had happened, starting from when I’d gone to Madge’s house to the fight with Christopher.
“That’s so jacked up.”
“Agreed, but it’s in the past now. Those two are done fucking with us,” I told her.
She smiled, but her face looked contorted, lost in thought. “What do you think was in the folder?” she asked, referring to the so-called secrets Christopher had brought up.
“I have no idea. You’re not some kind of super spy under cover, are you?” I teased.
She laughed and rolled her eyes. “Hardly. I’m pretty boring. Sorry to disappoint.”
“Well, obviously there was something in that folder.” I didn’t want to push her too hard, but I couldn’t hold off my curiosity and unless I planned another late night visit to Madge’s, there wasn’t really any other way for me to find out what was hiding in those pages.
Livvie rolled over onto her back and stared up at the ceiling. “I don’t know. My parents were killed when I was ten, um, in a car accident.” She paused, her voice thick.
I took her into my arms. “I’m so sorry. I didn’t know.”
She offered a small smile. “Thank you. Anyway, after that I got moved around a lot between family friends and relatives. I went through some rough years, but that’s all I can think of.”
“What kind of trouble?” I asked, having a hard time imagining her as any kind of rebel.
She shrugged. “I don’t know. I got busted with marijuana once in junior high, I snuck out a lot, drank at parties in high school. Nothing that I’d categorize as scandalous.”
“Well, depends on who you’re asking.”
She laughed. “Oh, come on. Like your richy friends and you didn’t do the exact same things in school?”
“Of course! The difference is, our parents all have even richer lawyers who made sure none of it ever hit a rap sheet.”
Livvie nodded. “All right.Well, I definitely didn’t have one of those. So, yes, on paper I guess I look a little rough around the edges.”
I smiled at her and pulled her closer. “You look pretty damn perfect to me.”
She laughed and I had to have her all over again.
Chapter Five — Livvie
Eventually, Remy took me to his bed, but then kept me up all night. By the time he finally let me crash, my body was exhausted in the best possible way and I fell right to sleep against his perfect, firm chest, my fingers tracing the lines of his biceps as he held me close. Being tucked in Remy’s bed, with him holding onto me, was the safest, most secure, that I’d ever felt. After my parents’ car accident, I’d spent a lot of lonely nights missing them and crying myself to sleep, never sure how long it would be before whoever I was staying with would need to pass me off to the next place.
Now I knew…this was exactly where I belonged.
I woke up the next day to the alarm clock on my phone setting off my loud and obnoxious ringtone. I rolled over and patted my hands along the bedside table, fishing for the source of the sound.
“What the hell is that?” Remy mumbled, pulling a pillow over his face.
I laughed softly and silenced the alarm. “That is an alarm clock. It’s what us peasant folk have to use to remind us when we need to get our asses out of bed and go to work.” I pressed a sweet kiss to his temple. “Speaking of asses, mine hurts.”
His hand reached under the covers. “Do you want me to kiss it?” he asked, with a smile that looked like he stole it from the devil himself.
“No!” I said and started to roll out of the massive bed, but he snatched a hold of my thigh and refused to let go.
“Remy,” I scolded, as sternly as I could manage while his fingertips were rapidly coursing up the sensitive skin along my inner thigh. “I—ah,” I sighed, dropping my argument when his fingers found what they had been seeking out, the wet warmth between my thighs.
“Liv, you’re not going anywhere. You’re mine, remember?” He stared at me, while his fingers did magical things..
I nodded and started to close my eyes, but a little voice inside prompted me back to reality. “No, no, hold on.”
His fingers stilled. “What?”
“I have to go to work today,” I said, remembering the reason the alarm had even gone off. It was set to automatically go off Friday, Saturday, and Tuesday mornings. Those were my scheduled shifts at Gable & Marks CPA firm where I worked as a part time file clerk.
“Not gonna happen,” Remy replied, picking up where he’d left off, stroking slow, teasing circles around my clit. He was applying enough pressure to get me going, but not enough to get me close. It was going to be a slow torture.
And I wanted it. With every cell and fiber alive and awake, I wanted him.
I pressed my hands against his chest. “Remy—” I whined. “I have to.”
He sweetened the deal with a trail of kisses along my collarbone. God, his lips felt good. His jaw was scruffy with at least a couple days’ worth of grow-out that not only made him the hottest man to ever walk the planet, but also added a new sensation to his soft, hot kisses.
I couldn’t fight it. I relaxed and spread my legs further. I was rarely ever late.What were they going to do? Fire me? For one tardy?
Although if Remy had his way, I knew he’d try and keep me in bed all day long.
“I think you should quit,” Remy said, pausing his seduction tactics. His fingertips were still on my clit, but they were torturously still and my brain fog cleared slightly.
“Quit? Remy, I have to pay Tessa half the rent, utilities, not to mention gas, food, clothing, cell phone. I know it’s only a part time thing, but it’s what pays the bills right now.”
He teased my clit one more time before propping himself up on an elbow. “You’re with me now. I don’t want you working at some accounting office anymore.”
I rolled my eyes. “You make it sound like it’s some kind of coal mine or a sweat shop.”
He smiled. “Well, to me, it sounds like it.”
“That’s because you’ve never had a real job,” I replied. I was only half kidding. We hadn’t formally discussed it, but he’d never mentioned a formal job in any of his conversations. I knew he was born with a fully loaded bank account and never needed to work. He’d traveled a lot, and that was what he talked about most often.
He reached over and gave me a playful slap to my bare ass cheek. “That’s not true, but I’ll let it slide this once.”
“Oh, whew.” I mock wiped my brow in relief and we both laughed.
“Come here.” He grabbed me and before I could utter a whimper, he was on top of me, and I could feel the tip of his cock pressing at my center. “Tell me you’ll quit.”
All the playfulness was gone and my eyes opened wider at the realization that he was serious. He really wanted—no, expected—me to just quit my job.
I rested my hands up on his shoulders. “Why does it matter?”
“I want you all to myself. You need to be available to me, anytime of the day…or night. A job interferes with that.”
“So, what, you’re just going to be my sugar daddy now?”
“Livvie,” he frowned.
“What? That’s what it sounds like you’re saying. I’ve been on my own since I was ten, when my parents died. I had my first job at fourteen and haven’t stopped since then. I put myself through college with minimal loans, all because I busted my ass and saved for years. What you’re asking of me goes against everything I am, at the core.”
Remy rolled off of me and I could tell what I’d said upset him. I guess
talking about my dead parents was a boner killer. But I didn’t regret bringing it up. It was important that he knew and respected my work ethic. I wasn’t willing to be some trophy or on-call plaything. No matter how much I wanted to be with him, I had to know there was something more at the foundation than over-the-top attraction and hot sex.
“Hey,” I whispered.
“Yesterday, after I left, I was—” He paused, as though he wasn’t sure how to finish his thought. “I went for a drive and ended up at the beach. I did a lot of thinking, and spent a lot of that time wondering what was going to happen with us.”
I scooted closer and sat up behind him, my hands resting on the tight muscles in his back. I nodded, signaling for him to continue.
“I missed you, Livvie.” He craned around to look at me. His deep eyes looked pained by the admission. “I’ve never done this before—I don’t know how to do this. And that scares the shit out of me to even say it out loud.”
I ran my fingers down his back. “I don’t either. I’ve been on my own so long, I don’t know how to be in a relationship. That’s probably why I’ve avoided having one for so long.”
He turned to face me and brushed his knuckles down my jaw line. “Liv, do this with me. We need to jump, go all in, however you wanna say it.”
I searched his eyes for a moment, turning over his words in my mind.
“Okay.” I nodded. “I’ll put in my notice.”
Remy leaned in and took my lips with his, showing me with every kiss how much he wanted me, and leaving no doubt in my mind that I belonged to him.
I ended up being so late to work that by the time I got there and spoke with the office manager, he let me go on the spot. I left the office with a box of my desk contents under one arm, feeling free, but also scared to death.
After leaving, I went back home to shower and change before going to meet up with Kaylee and Mitch to talk about Conquer’s next moves.
I’d barely taken three steps inside the apartment when Tessa flew at me from around the corner.
“You ungrateful whore!” Her eyes were blazing as she stared me down. Her hands were fisted but she didn’t get close enough to throw a punch.