22. Chapter Twenty-two

Chapter Twenty-two

Hannah

Remington Town tossed me onto my bed like a sack of potatoes, and I’d never been so turned on in my life. Then he wrapped his fingers around my ankles and yanked me to the edge of the mattress without an ounce of tenderness—exactly what I needed.

Dropping to his knees, he pried my willing thighs open, uttering curses when I was all spread out before him, bare and slick with desire. I pushed up on my elbows to watch him, but he only had eyes for my pussy.

“What do you think?” I asked, breathless. “Like what you see, Remington?”

He cursed again and dipped to bite my inner knee. “You’re a goddamn menace, Hannah. I’m going to eat every last drop of you.”

“Oh god.” My hips rose, seeking him out. “Do it. Touch me, fuck me, do something before I get mad at you.”

He clamped down a little harder on the meat of my thigh, sending electric shocks through my body. It was a struggle holding myself up on my elbows when my bones were melting, but I had to see him, to watch him work.

Against my live-wire skin, he growled at me. “You’re gonna get what I give you. That might be a spanking, or it might be getting your pussy licked.” His eyes found mine from between my legs, and damn, did he look good there. “Are you going to be a good girl for me, Hannah? Are you even capable of that?”

“What if I’m not?” I panted. “What if I can’t help being bad?”

He dragged his thumbs over my lower lips, hovering right above my clit. “Either way, I’m going to get my mouth on this pussy and my cock inside you. How soon that happens depends on you. Now, let me ask you again, are you going to be a good girl for me?”

I nodded frantically. “I’ll try.”

The corner of his mouth hitched as he lowered his head, getting closer to where I needed him. “Not gonna promise me?”

“I can’t promise not to be bad. Not until I know how well you can make me come. If you do that right, I’ll be anything you want me to be.”

He leaned in, swiping his tongue along my seam. “Mmm…you are something else, sweetheart.”

“You like me,” I accused.

He held my gaze for a long beat. “Every bit of you.”

There was no more talking from either of us after that. Holding my legs open with both hands, Remi buried his face between them. I was so turned on it didn’t take much for me to start writhing under his ministrations.

I fell back on the bed, my eyes slammed shut, closing out everything but his tongue laving my flesh. He was unhurried and precise, lapping at every solitary inch. When he got to my aching clit, he did some kind of magic with his tongue, pressing and wrapping around it. My hips launched off the bed, and my hands shot into his hair to hold him there.

Exactly there.

That spot he’d found like instinct had led him to it.

I cried his name, cried for mercy, begged for him to never stop. If he did, I would die; that was how dire the situation was in my pleasure-addled mind.

My ecstasy crested, careening into an orgasm to end all others. Belly so tight, it was unbearable until I unraveled, loose and free-falling. My grip stayed on his hair, needing to tether myself to something real and tangible when everything else had become blurred and ethereal.

“Rem, oh my god, Rem. I can’t, I won’t…” My head thrashed as he continued with his evil plans to rob me of my brain, my will, my entire body. It evaporated with each lash of his tongue. Then he had the audacity to slide a thick finger inside me as if I wasn’t already delirious. “Evil,” I panted.

He hummed and licked, plunged and curled his finger.

I asked for more, or maybe I thought it and he read my mind. Either way, he added another finger and drove deep. So deep my legs vibrated and toes curled. Pleasure leaked from my pores. It was never-ending as he pressed on a spot in my inner walls and sucked on my clit. My muscles quaked and bones danced. Skin on fire, nerves alight. Too much. Not enough. I needed… I needed…

“Remi, I need you inside me.” The realization poured out of me in an almost panicked shout. I had to have this man in me, and there was not a second to lose.

He must have felt it too. One moment, he was on the floor, and the next, he’d shoved me up on the mattress and positioned to kneeling between my legs. I reached blindly for the condoms in my bedside table, but he took over, pulling out a foil packet and making quick work of sheathing himself.

Then he had my thighs open and pushed toward my chest, his thick cock pointing right where I wanted him to be. His eyes met mine, a question in them.

I nodded vigorously. “Yes. Please, yes.”

Wrapping his fingers around his length, he guided himself to my entrance. Despite the two orgasms he’d given me, I was shaking with need. There was no relief as his blunt tip breached my entrance, marking the final moment of Remi being careful with me.

“Goddammit, Hannah,” he growled, driving into me in one smooth, hard thrust. He held himself there, nearly at the end of me. “Fuck.”

His fingers dug into the back of my thighs, and his eyes, full of anger and accusation, latched on to mine.

“What?” I cried, desperate for him to move, though I was still trying to adjust to the way he’d filled me to the brim and stretched me to capacity.

“You know what.” His damnable hips pulled out only to plunge forward, lodging himself in the spot he’d now claimed at his. “You feel that too.”

“I feel it too,” I agreed. “Give me more of it. All of it.”

He lowered his face, the tip of his nose grazing mine. “Remember you asked for this.”

It was the only warning I got before he let loose. Scooping up my ass, he elevated my hips, angling me so he could fuck me into the mattress. Powerful thrust after powerful thrust, he took my breath away. I was at his mercy, unable to respond to his ruthless pounding.

It was fast, harsh, frenzied. I clawed at his shoulders, nipped at his sweaty throat, licked his fluttering pulse. Remi cursed me over and over, and I kissed him just as many times.

Even though I had him, I craved him. When he hit the end of me, I wanted him deeper. He wrecked me, and all I could think about was putting myself back together so he could do it again.

“Hannah,” he gritted between clenched teeth. “Oh god, my god, Hannah.”

His wet lips found mine in a sloppy, needy kiss as he slid one hand from beneath me to glide over my torso. His palm was hot and rough as it moved up my ribs to my breast before pausing at my throat. I moaned, and his fingers flexed around the vibrations.

My brain tried to stutter on why Remi had to be the one to bring me here—to a place I’d never been. Why was this man, who I’d only just come around to liking, capable of giving me what I needed, like he’d studied a manual on my inner workings? Why was I having the most carnal sexual encounter of my life with a man who wasn’t sticking around?

Then he found my clit with the pad of his finger, and all my questions washed away with a wave of pleasure.

We rode it together, kissing and clawing. My leg hooked around his back, his hand around my throat, our eyes locked, and I couldn’t look away. It was too intense. Too much for the first time. Maybe for the thousandth time. But Remi had me in every sense. I was caught up in him, in how his body made mine feel, in his weight on top of me, his breath mingling with mine every time he made me gasp with wild, reckless abandon.

I came in an explosion of heat and desire, and still, he fucked me. That finger on my clit was as determined as the thick cock planted in my belly. His hand on my ass squeezed tight, teetering on too much without crossing the line. Nips at my lips and jaw and throat were soothed with wet kisses.

He never relented, driving into me with a force that had me bracing my palms against the headboard above me. And dammit if I didn’t love every brutal second of it. It hurt—in the best way possible. The kind of pain that made me remember I was alive and renewed the blood pumping through my veins.

Through all this, there wasn’t even a heartbeat where I wasn’t aware Remi was the man giving me this. And when I looked at him, watched him watching me , I knew he felt the same. What we’d discovered tonight was strictly ours.

That made it easy to let go. To let this happen, consequences be damned. I lost count of my orgasms and the time. This haze we were trapped in made the rest of the world far away.

“Hannah, you’re killing me.” Remi shook his head, sweat raining from his forehead onto my chest and lips. He dragged his fingers through the salty drops and over my lips. “I want to come on you. Can I?”

“Please,” I whined, frantic for something I hadn’t known I wanted until now. “Do it. I need it.”

He pulled out of me, and I mourned the fullness he’d given me, but not for long. Ridding himself of the condom, he moved to straddle my middle, placing his knees on either side of me. I plumped my breasts, giving him a target. With a harsh groan, he jerked his red, angry cock in his fist. I was enthralled. His stomach rippled. The corded muscles in his thighs clenched. I held on to his thrusting hips and wound my hands around to his ass.

“Give it to me, Rem.” My neck arched as I moaned, utterly breathless with anticipation.

“Here you go. All for you.”

His ass flexed in my hold as he stilled, his head thrown back in agony. Hot spurts landed on me, dotting my breasts and chin. There was so much of it, thick and heavy, running in streams to my throat and collarbone, and I loved every ounce of it.

“Yes,” I whispered. “Exactly that.”

His head hung low, and under heavy lids, he surveyed the masterpiece he’d painted on me.

Brow crinkling, his eyelids fluttered. “Jesus, Hannah, if you could see what I see.”

I slid my palms from his ass to his front, smoothing over his hips and stomach. “If you could see what I see.”

With a shake of his head, he fell forward, bracing most of his weight on his forearms. Our chests pressed together, making us both messy, but Remi didn’t acknowledge it. He didn’t say anything, in fact. Instead, he kissed me, giving me long, lingering licks as he stroked my hair from my face. After everything, it was incongruously sweet, and I melted into it.

Eventually, our kissing slowed, and we rolled to our sides, still wrapped in each other. Our lips made light passes here and there, and I let my fingers trail down his spine as he held me close, his palm on my backside.

“I should take another shower,” I murmured.

“I should join you.”

“Probably.”

“This might start all over again.”

I pulled back, blinking at him. “Would that be a problem?”

His mouth hitched. “Only if it’s a problem for you.”

I pressed my thighs together, finding tenderness but no pain. “Not a problem at all, Remington.”

He laughed against my lips. “Absolute menace.”

At first, I didn’t understand why I had woken up. My room was pitch dark, and my glowing clock read 3:17 a.m. This was sleep time. But movement beside me put me on red alert.

Remington. That’s Remington.

I turned my head, seeking him out in the dark. He was asleep on his back, his breath coming out in sharp bursts, his head thrashing back and forth. Fists bunched the sheet at his chest, and his legs were drawn up, bent at the knee.

For a few seconds, all I could do was watch him struggle. Then my brain kicked in. He was having a nightmare, and from the looks of it, it was torturous.

I reached out, putting my hand over his fist. “Remi,” I whispered. “Wake up, Rem. Wake up.”

His head whipped in my direction, but his eyes remained shut. His face was warped with pain, pulled down at the corners, slashed with lines on the planes.

I rolled toward him, throwing my arm across his chest. “Remi,” I said closer to his ear. Not loud, but more than a whisper. “Wake up, honey. It’s just a dream. I’m here with you.”

Without warning, his eyes sprung open, wild and frantic. They bounced over my face and to the ceiling as if he was placing himself.

“It’s okay,” I soothed. “You were having a nightmare, but you’re okay.”

His eyes returned to me, staring for several pounding heartbeats before his breath released in a heavy whoosh.

“Hannah,” he rasped. “I’m—what—”

“You’re okay.” I brought my hand to his face, surprised to find wetness on his cheeks. If I tasted it, I knew it would be salty. Whatever he’d been dreaming about had made him cry in his sleep. A little piece of my heart broke, and the caretaker in me sprung to life. I scooted over, pressing my body against his. “Look at me, Remi. You’re okay. You’re here with me. Everything is fine.”

“I’m here with you,” he repeated. “I was back there, I think, in the car. This time, I saw it coming. I tried to stop it, but I was moving through mud. Slow motion. Nothing I could do, but I saw it coming. I knew it was going to happen. Everyone else…they were singing along to the radio. And I think—”

I shut down my emotions, swallowing the lump in my throat. It wasn’t my turn to be upset, even though hearing him talk about the accident that had almost killed him made my heart race with panic.

“What do you think, Rem?” I asked.

“I think that really happened. I was dreaming of a memory.” He took my hand from his face and held it on his chest. “We were singing together. Having a minute of happiness in between all the stress and horror of working in the field. Then…nothing. We were blown up. Two of us died singing.”

“Maybe they really didn’t see it coming. Maybe their last memories were the happiness you were feeling.”

He nodded slowly. “God, I hope so, but I don’t know. I don’t know…”

“Then hang on to that hope, baby.” I pressed soft kisses to his bicep and shoulder. “Keep it close. That’s all you can do, right? Hope it didn’t hurt and they didn’t know. Hope they died singing.”

“Yeah,” he answered tightly. “Gotta have hope.”

I kissed his overly warm skin again. “Have you been having nightmares often?”

Another heavy breath, then he rolled to his side and gathered me against him. “Since I was a kid. It’s where I work out the things I’m not able to during the day. I had issues before I went abroad. I’ve seen a lot, Hannah. Heavy things most people would rather not know about. I carry them with me, even in my sleep.”

“That makes sense.” I leaned toward him, touching my lips to his. “Just so you know, if you want to work things out with me, you can. I’m strong enough to carry some of it. Or I can just hold you through it.”

His eyes darted between mine, and I felt his breath hitch as he held it. Then, he nodded, letting it all go.

“I’ll keep that in mind, sweetheart.”

He didn’t say anything else, but he kept his arms wrapped around me, and when he fell asleep, he was finally at peace.

I stayed up until sunrise, watching over him. When light slanted through the cracks in my blinds, I finally gave in and let sleep take me away.