Chapter Sixteen

Remy

A s I ride to the Devil's Rose MC compound, I use the time to clear my head. I could have easily jumped on the back of Wire's bike, held him close and breathed him in. But I earned this bike fair and square, so the ride is giving me time to come to terms with everything that's happened. I was kidnapped. I got Jovie out of there all to learn that Hammer bought me when I was a child. I fought back against someone who scared the living crap out of me and harassed me most of my childhood. I spent a little time torturing him all to be found by my dad and Wire, who then reveals that this whole time he has not only been my perfect man plaguing my nights but also my best friend. All this time I'd been flip flopping between wanting Wire and feeling like I was cheating on Mags when they were one and the same.

The wind through my hair seems to help with some of the shell shock, but heck, this is a lot to process. From the corner of my eye I can see Wire pulling level with me. I turn to face him, and the brilliant smile he gives me settles the turmoil whipping around inside of me. He sees me, he's always seen me, just like I have always seen him. Pulling into the compound, I just know that everything will be alright.

I idle on Snake's, no, my bike until Wire parks his, then I park up next to him. We both dismount and stand facing each other, the toes of his big shit kicker boots touching the toes of my sensible, black wedge shoes. Looking down, I take in our feet and let out a giggle. Tipping my head to look at Wire, I can see that he's noticed the same thing I have. He looks at me and we both share goofy smiles.

"Fuck, is it bad that I don't know what to call you anymore? You're my Retta, but you're also Remy."

I shrug. "I'm probably going to call you Wire to your face. But you'll always be Mags or Maggie in my messages."

His eyes narrow. "You know I've always hated that."

"Yeah, I know," I grin even wider at his disgruntled look before frowning. "You're not disappointed, are you? That I'm Retta?"

He cups my face in his large hands. Somehow they seem rough even though I know he works on a computer all day.

"Before I found out, I was all twisted up. Retta has my heart, but Remy was quickly worming her way in there. To find out that you're the same person, that the different things I loved about both women were actually wrapped in the one, it was like all my Christmases come at once."

He steals the space between us by covering my lips with his, nibbling at my mouth until I groan, wanting more, wanting everything.

"Soon baby. I want you in my bed, where I can love on you all night." He pulls away and then pecks me once more. "But first, there's a little girl in there waiting for Miss Remy and two surly bastard Pres's looking for answers."

I groan before taking a deep breath, pulling back my shoulders and start walking toward the door. Before I can reach for the handle, Wire pulls me to a stop.

"First, I gotta know. When did you become such a badass?" His lips curl as I roll my eyes.

"These past two months with DRMC have shown me I can be opinionated and strong and still be me. So when those assholes -" Wires brows shoot up at my cursing, "took me, something snapped. I was no longer content to just go with the flow and be invisible. Then they told me they were selling Jovie, and I was pissed. I'm going to bring them all down."

Wire adjusts his erection and I get a little thrill that I did that to him. He throws his arm over my shoulders and then we step through the door to be met with the sounds and smell of home.

"Remyetta! Holy shit, I saw you riding that hog on the cameras, you looked like a total bad bitch! Also, whose blood is that?" Chewy yells at me in excitement before stopping in her tracks, tilting her head at the blood covering my top.

"Snake's," I answer and then watch as her wide eyes scrunch up because of her wide grin.

"Fuck yes," she whispers at me before stepping forward and awkwardly patting my shoulder.

"Move, Dayz," Ana says before pulling me into her embrace.

I hug her back, before turning to look at the next people in line wanting to hug me.

"Nat! Sunny!"

"Fuck yeah girl, there was no way I was going to let Savage leave our asses behind when our girl was out there on her own." Tears well up at Nat's words and I hug her before falling into my sister's embrace.

"You OK Rem?" she gently asks as she wipes the happy tears from my cheeks.

"Yeah. I'm perfect."

"So's your man," she smiles at me before tipping her head at Wire, who only has eyes for me.

We share heart eyes until I hear my name being squealed "Miss Remy!"

Spinning, I look for the little tornado that stole my heart. Crouching low, I wrap Jovie up and hold her tight while she whimpers against me. I soothe her until her body grows heavy and her breaths even out.

"She wouldn't sleep until Mr. Wire saved you," Debs says, brushing the hair out of Jovie's face. "Do you want me to take her?"

"No, I want to hold her a little longer, if that's OK?"

Debs' smile softens even more. "Anything you want, baby girl." With that, she kisses me on the forehead like I always wished my mom would have when I was little.

Wire pulls a chair out for me and I take a seat with Jovie on my lap.

"Right people, we have our Remy back and scumbags to fuck up. Remy, tell us what you know."

Nodding my head, I take a deep breath, blow it out, and then go through exactly what happened and what was said. I could feel Wire grow more and more tense when Hammer selling Jovie and buying me was mentioned, but he kept his temper in check.

That's not what I'm concerned about, though. What I'm worried about is what happens after this. When we go to his room, will we make love and then I'll fall asleep while he spends hours brooding and running himself ragged in front of this computer? Will he start watching everyone more than he does now?

Now that I know that Wire is Mags, I understand his behavior better. I understand how his PTSD rules him most days, even if he doesn't see it himself.

Well, I'll just have to distract him with my body then, won't I? I snort at my little joke, knowing full well that I'm a virgin and he's a man whore. A moment of unease unfurls in my belly, thinking that I won't please him, but then I remember I know this man better than anyone. I have all the hacks to make Wire happy, and I will make sure I use every one.

"DRMC and Death Riders, I'm calling church for 10am tomorrow morning. Savage, Roman, Gus and I will come up with our next steps. We have Snake now trussed up in the back shed. Thanks Flack," Dad tips his chin and grunts at Marx. "We have Jovie's dad to find and end. We have a little girl we need to keep safe somehow, and we have Hammer to find, all without drawing heat from the police. Especially that Officer Martin dickhead. It's a fucking shitshow and we're all in the middle of it. Get some rest." Marx gives a nod and everyone disperses.

Debs comes and takes Jovie from me, telling me she can sleep on the little pullout bed in Debs' and Pops' room tonight. I want to fight with her, but her gaze flicks to Wire and then back to me before raising her brows. I can feel my cheeks heat, especially when Sunny snorts and laughs at me.

"We'll catch up tomorrow, OK Rem? I want all the goss! When you left, you were an L7 Weenie. Now you're a badass who almost cusses and you beat and stabbed a man." Sunny waggles her brows before pulling me in tight and whispering in my ear, "Fucking proud of you, little sis."

She kisses my cheek and steps back so Nat can repeat the same thing. Looks like I'm having a girls' day tomorrow.

"Come on baby, I'm exhausted and I need to hold you." Wire takes my hand in his and we walk hand in hand to his control center.

Stepping over the threshold, he looks at his computers with longing, and I just know that he won't settle until he checks on everyone.

"Do your checks. I'm going to get in the shower. Wash Snake off me,"

His eyes darken for a moment before he nods and pats my ass. Before I get all the way into the bathroom, he hands me one of his shirts and I almost squee like a little girl. Grinning big at each other, we at least try to play it cool. Well, I do, until the bathroom door closes behind me and I dance around like a little girl, all the while muffling my happy squeals in the shirt that smells like the man I've spent over half my life falling for.

Wire

I'm a fucking loser. My girl, the one I've been wanting, is within my grasp, soaping herself up in the shower and I'm here. My big ass sat in my ergonomic chair thinking about checking my cameras.

Roughly rubbing my hands over my face I decide fuck it, Chewy and my brothers are all in the compound. The Death Riders and Bratva are all here. I'm sure they can cope for one night without my eyes on everything.

Pushing myself out of my chair before I have second thoughts and start logging on to my cameras, I gently twist the handle on the door and push it open. Remy is dancing around on her tiptoes. My shirt scrunched in her hands in front of her face, her eyes closed, and a weird muffled scream coming out of her.

"Fuck baby, are you OK?" I immediately go toward her and am stopped by a punch to the gut.

Air rushes out of me and Remy's wide, light blue eyes stare at me wildly.

"Oh my god, oh my god are you alright?" She pats me, my shirt forgotten on the ground.

"I'm OK, are you OK? You were screaming when I came in."

A blush creeps up her neck until it blooms across her cheeks. Her eyes dart everywhere as she chews her lip until I'm forced to cradle her face, my thumb pulling her lip from between her teeth.

"Talk to me, Rem. You know you can tell me anything."

Her gaze settles on mine. She swallows before whispering, "It seems different when you're right here in front of me. Online, I could write whatever I wanted, and I never had to see your reaction. Now I can."

"How do you think I'll react to whatever you're going to tell me?"

Twisting her lips, she lets out a sigh. "I think you'll think I'm a dork." She tips her head up to the ceiling before letting out a huff. "I was sniffing your shirt and dancing, because it smells like you and I like the way you smell and you're like, my boyfriend now. It's a lot, OK?"

By the time she tips her head forward to look at me, she has a frown on her cute face that makes me smile. She looks even more disgruntled, and I can't help the grin that grows on my face until she rolls her eyes and I let out a laugh.

"Babe. Retta. Remy. I already know you're a dork. You play Shadow Wrath. You want to go to Comic Con dressed as your troll avatar. Speaking of dress ups, you dress as Where's Waldo for Halloween most years because it makes you laugh. You love Dad jokes and you think I'm the coolest person ever. None of that makes me want you less. In fact, I think it makes me want you more knowing that you're so excited to be my girlfriend that you'll dance in a steamy room sniffing my shirt."

She stares up at me, a smile playing on the corners of her lips. "Your girlfriend, huh?"

"Yup. This has been years in the making. You can't get rid of me now."

Leaning down, I brush my lips over hers, a whisper of a kiss, before pulling back to look at her. Cupping Remy's face in my hands, I hold her gaze, her hands coming up to grip my wrists as I lean down, this time angling her face to fit mine. Her lips part as we kiss, cradling my bottom lip between hers before my shy little minx sucks gently, causing my restraint to snap.

Deepening the kiss, my tongue sweeps against her bottom lip before tasting her, my tongue gliding across hers. Her kiss is inexperienced, raw, making me want to pull out all the stops to show her how much pleasure I can give her. Her small hands release my wrists, resting on my chest, before moving lower to pull my shirt up and over my head, our lips parting for mere moments before attacking each other again. She fumbles with my belt, her hands desperate to get me out of my jeans, a little growl escaping her.

"Get naked!" she growls, not removing her lips from mine.

Chuckling into our kiss, I rid myself of my belt, unbutton my jeans and shove them and my boxers to the floor. I break my lips free long enough to get her shirt up over her head, bra unclasped and then attack her mouth again as she unzips her jeans and pushes them down. Her generous breasts press against me, her tight nipples poking my lower chest. Ripping my lips from hers, I grip hold of her shoulders and push her back. I want to get a look at what my girl has been hiding under all those ill-fitting librarian clothes.

"Holy shit, babe."

She's fucking breathtaking. Standing on the white tile, steam swirling around us, stands my Retta. My Remy. My dream girl. Her skin is flawless, so pale and smooth. The thought of my brown hands on her, my cock gliding through her pink pussy, has my dick leaking. Her breasts are a thing of absolute beauty. Perfect teardrop shape topped with candy pink nipples that just beg for my hands and my mouth. Her soft belly leads down to a thatch of blonde hair nestled between her thick thighs, waiting to have my face between them. Remy is a fucking goddess, and it's my job to worship her for the rest of our lives.

My eyes take her in from top to bottom and then back up again. That's when I notice my girl is squirming under my gaze and praise, her thighs rubbing together as she takes in my body hungrily. Her hand reaches toward me before pulling back.

"I'm yours sweetness. I belong to you. Yours to touch, yours to do with what you please."

Her eyes flick up to mine before settling back on my cock. Her little pink tongue pokes out of her mouth and her brows furrow as her hand wraps around my steel, so gently that if I wasn't watching her intently, I'm sure I wouldn't feel her touch.

Remembering that my girl doesn't have any experience at this, I wrap my large hand around hers, showing her how I like to be touched. When it's my turn to touch her, I'll ask her to show me how she likes it. This is about communication and feeling good and learning each other's bodies.

Retta is such a quick learner that after a few strokes she takes over, pumping my cock like a pro, pulling a groan out of me. All the anxiety I had about my cameras and my brothers safety has left my body and my head falls back on my shoulders as I pump my hips slightly. Hot wetness touches the head of my cock, causing my eyes to fly open. Looking down, Remy has that pink tongue on me, tasting me. I angle my hips away and smirk as she pouts up at me.

"Baby, I want nothing more than to see those gorgeous lips wrapped around my cock, but I'm in charge and I want to take care of my girl. Will you let me do that?"

Remy's eyes narrow at me for a moment before she nods. Then I take her by the hand, lead her into the warm water, letting it beat down on us as I soap up my hands and run them over my gir l , feeling every inch of her.

"That feels so good. Don't stop, please," she gasps as I tweak her nipples lightly before letting my slick hands drift away, moving down to cup her ass, pulling her cheeks apart before letting them go and doing it again because I can.

My hands drift between her thighs, gently caressing her folds, drifting away to massage her inner thighs and then going back for more. Sucking on a spot below her ear, I draw a moan out of her as I let one of my thick fingers sink into her tight little hole, pulling out to spread her moisture around her lower lips, and then sinking back in again. I know my girl is untouched, and as much as I would like to sink balls deep and fuck her until I'm imprinted in her little pussy, I know I need to be gentle with her.

"Mags, Wire, whatever, I need you. I need more, please!" Her begging gets more desperate until she's gasping at me, and I can barely think straight other than to stop the water, wrap a towel around her and carry her into my room.

Dumping her on the bed, she throws her head back and laughs, all the while looking at me through hooded lids, her blue eyes dark with lust. My Retta is bold and brave and yet even in this wanton state the Remy I know still looks back at me, a shy blush covering her cheeks even as her legs are parted wide, with her pink lower lips spread and her swollen clit on display. I have no idea how the fuck I got to be this lucky, but I'm not looking a gift horse in the mouth. Or the pussy.

Starting from what look to be her bumble bee inspired toes, I trail kisses up her toned, pale legs, her little gasps spurring me on, until I get to her pussy and show it no love by skipping straight past and kissing down the other leg. I know that she's noticed I did that on purpose because her head lifts off the bed and she has a small frown, which disappears as soon as I lean forward and suck her clit into my mouth. Gently working her nub with my tongue, I pull back enough to run my tongue down to her tight hole, circling where my cock will be soon, lapping up her cream as she writhes beneath me.

"Please Wire, I'm close, please, I need you!"

Cupping her pussy, the heat of her has my cock leaking like a faucet. I ease my thick finger into her, testing to make sure she's ready for me. I'm not a cocky son of a bitch who brags about how big his dick is, but she's never done this before and I really don't want to fucking hurt her. I want this to be the best experience of her life.

Moving between her spread thighs, the weight of my pelvis against hers has her eyes flying open, holding my gaze.

"Rem, I haven't been with a woman in a long time. I've been tested, I can show you on my phone, if you like. I just, I want to feel you with nothing in between us."

"I-I'm on the pill. I trust you."

A blush covers her chest, building until it's all over her beautiful cheeks. She's smiling up at me in wonder, I think. Until I sense amusement and her lips curl up, before a snort escapes and she starts to giggle.

"Um, babe, what's so funny?"

A wheeze escapes her, "I don't know. I've pictured this before and I really want to come and then I look up and it's, it's you and you're all just there with your big dick," she whispers this part for some reason, "and then I got all nervous." She looks up at me through her lashes and I can't help but chuckle at how fucking cute she is.

"Nervous giggles?"

She nods, then blows out a breath. "OK, I'm ready now. Enter me, St Margarita,"

Staring down at her smiling face, I watch as she purses her lips; the corners curving up. I know that she's fighting nervous giggles and I don't want to make her feel self conscious or embarrassed. I know from our messages that when this happens she can't control it, so I choose to ignore it and notch my cock at her entrance, hoping that will distract her.

It doesn't. Instead, the giggles get worse, until she's snorting and I'm starting to soften.

"Quick Wire! I'm dying here! I need to come and you're taking too long!"

"Dammit, Remy, I can't do it if you keep laughing!"

"I can't help it, you ass! I'm nervous and I'm horny and I don't know what to do!" In that one sentence she goes from anger, to lust to frustration so I press my lips to hers, kissing the living daylights out of her as I press forward, the crown of my cock breaching her entrance, both of us tearing our lips apart as we groan at the feeling of becoming one.

She's tight as hell and I have to think about my cameras and my brothers and my family to stop from blowing my load. Pulling back, I rock in and out of her heavenly pussy, getting deeper and deeper until I'm fully seated, my balls nestled against her luscious ass.

There are tears pooling in her eyes, and my stomach clenches, thinking I've hurt her.

"Baby, are you OK? Do you need me to stop?" I'm resting on my elbows, my large dark hands cupping her pale face, my thumbs brushing tears from her cheeks.

"No, it's perfect. You're perfect." She cups my face and beams at me, pecking me on the lips before pulling back. "Now fuck me."