Chapter Seventeen

Remy

I 'm not sure exactly what happens but I think Wire hearing me cuss snaps what little restraint he's been holding on to. I'm not some delicate flower, even though I know that's how a lot of people view me. I may be a virgin, but it's not like I don't own my own toys. I've been using them religiously since I met Wire.

He pulls out until it feels like I'm going to lose contact and then he thrusts back in, my boobs bouncing in a way that pleases him because he smirks down at me, swivels his hips and then does it again, and again, until I feel like I'm going to go crazy. My vision is hazy, my head in a fog of lust, the slapping of our bodies driving me higher and higher toward my peak, but I'm unable to fall over the edge just yet.

"God damn baby, you feel so good wrapped about my cock. Look at that perfect pink pussy taking me. Look baby, look at us,"

Wire's words break through the fog and I open my eyes, tipping my head up to look between our two bodies. Wire cups the back of my head, pulling me up to almost sitting so I can see the darker skin of his cock gliding in and out of me, covered in my juices. It's so obscene and hot that I can't tear my eyes away.

"Do you like watching me claim you? Do you like knowing that my cock is the only one that's allowed in this little pussy?" He pulls his cock out, grips the base and slaps it against my clit before sliding it up and down between my lips. My hips buck of their own accord and I try to angle them to draw him back where I need him, where he belongs. I must time it right because on his next glide between my lips I lift my hips, angle them up and over and capture him exactly where I need him.

We both groan in pleasure as he sinks deep inside me again. Raising my leg, he places one, and then the other, on his shoulders, leans his weight forward on his hands beside my head and powers into me, my body nearly folded in half. The mushroom head of his cock is hitting me exactly where I need him, over and over until I'm hurtling to my orgasm, lights dancing behind my eyes and a wail ripping from my chest.

My legs shake as I try to catch my breath, but it's no use. Now that I've fallen into the abyss, Wire is on a mission to join me. His hips stutter, his rhythm grows jerky as he lets out a grunt and then a deep moan, but he doesn't stop pumping his hips. He glides in and out of me, getting slower and gentler with every pass, the noise of our combined juices making sounds that would normally make me giggle if I wasn't so spent. After long, leisurely moments, my legs slide off his shoulders and he lands gently beside me on the bed, his large palm spread on my stomach, as if he doesn't want our connection to break just yet.

"Fuck baby, that was incredible,"

I roll my head to look at him beside me, a silly grin on his face and his eyes hooded.

"I bet you say that to all the girls," I tease, but his face darkens at my comment.

Raising up to his elbow, he looms over me and I notice just how large this man is. He seems gentle, less imposing and dangerous than some of the other brothers, but that's just because of his nature. I'm sure if Wire needed to, he'd be able to use his size to his advantage. But not with me, never with me.

"Rem, all those other girls, they meant nothing. They were nameless, faceless pussy. A vehicle to scratch an itch. I know that sounds fucked up, but it's true. You, Remington Wright, you own a part of me that no one else ever has. Our connection, that's what made our fucking incredible." He gazes down at me, willing me to believe his words, and I do.

"It felt the same for me. Although, I haven't had a lot of nameless dick, so maybe I need to try some out just in-" A squeal is pulled from me as Wire rolls me over and slaps me on the ass before rolling me back toward him.

"No fucking way. You're mine," he growls in my ear, causing my body to go soft against his.

Dropping a kiss on his chest, I look up at him. "And you're mine."

"Let's get cleaned up, then you need to sleep. You were up late last night, had a long day at work, were fucking kidnapped, saved yourself and then you had your first taste of dick. You need to rest so I can mess you up all over again."

Pulling my boneless body up from the bed, he slaps my butt on his way to the bathroom, checking the water temp before we get messy all over again.

***

Something hot, damp, and thrashing wakes me with a start, and it takes a moment to register where I am. The smell calms me immediately, the rich and slightly spicy scent of Wire. His body is taut on the bed next to mine. He tosses, turns and moans, as if fighting an invisible enemy. I imagine most women would panic, they'd lay hands on their men and try to wake them, but I know Wire. I know that waking him in that way will cause him to lash out at me, then he'll be riddled with guilt. I've known about Wire's PTSD since he came back from deployment years ago. He's shared with me his dreams and his nightmares and how his PTSD affects him. For years he's asked over and over if that makes him weak, or scares me. But I've known this man since we were kids, so instead of getting upset or looking at him with anything but love, I sit here, next to him, and recite one of my favorite stories as a kid. Keeping my voice in calm, hushed tones, I wait for him to work through the scenes in his mind, until after however long he opens his eyes and gazes at me.

He looks haunted and vulnerable, much like Jovie did earlier. And like I did with her, I lie with him wrapped in my arms, my hands in his hair, his hands stroking my back. His heart rate is still rapid, but he's breathing easier now.

"I bet you want to run for the hills now, huh? No one wants a broken man with nightmares."

"Well, that's where you're in luck. My perfect man has girly curls, a jacked up back from sitting too long, and can't sleep through the night. So, it looks like you're stuck with me."

He huffs a breath at my joke, but his shoulders are still tight with tension.

"Wire, did you check the cameras before you joined me in the shower earlier?"

He goes quiet and I now know that he didn't. I thought he came to shower a lot quicker than I expected, so I'm guessing he skipped his usual routine.

"Why don't you jump up and we'll look at them together, yeah? I know that I'll rest a little easier knowing that everything and everyone is all good."

He raises his head to look me in the eye and I raise my brows back at him, like I do to the little boys at the library that don't really want to do something, but will do with enough egging on.

"Fine. I'm not sure I like this bossy Remy,"

"You love her," I say as I slap his ass on the way to put on his oversize tee. Just because we are in our private space doesn't mean that we have to have our naked bits on the seats.

I sit in my chair next to his, pull my legs up and wrap my arms around my knees to watch my love.

"Can I ask you something?"

He turns his gorgeous hazel eyes on me. "Of course, ask away."

"Why is your Shadow Wrath name St Margarita?"

He throws his head back and laughs, the rich sound washing over me. "My first name is Saint."

My bow furrows. "Wait, what?" Thinking back to what I know about Wire, it suddenly clicks. "You were born on Christmas day!"

He rolls his eyes. "Yup. And because Momma is creative, or nuts, she decided she didn't want to name me Nick. So I got Saint."

"Wait, but what about the margarita part?"

"You know my last name."

"Yeah, it's Harvey."

"My dad used to say that it was his great grandfather that made up the Harvey Wallbanger. So I just chose the only other cocktail name I knew of at 13 years of age."

"Wow, we were really basic as little kids, huh? Mine is an exact word substitute for my real name."

I watch as Wire's perfect man brows furrow a moment, his lips moving noiselessly before his head snaps up, and he laughs again.

"Fuck, how the hell did it take us so long to figure it out?"

"We didn't. Chewy did."

"And she'll hold that over us for the rest of our lives, you know." He grins at me, and I can't help but cup his cheek. He leans into my touch for a moment before pulling away, shaking himself off and making his nightly checks.

He's beautiful and thinks he's broken. That came through loud and clear in our messages over the years, but to me he's not broken. Just a little bent. And with love, care, and security cameras and gadgets, we can work through this together and create something amazing. I know because the more cameras he checks, the more his shoulders relax, the tension in his face eases and the stress in his body melts away.

He turns to look at me, his eyes darting around my face before settling on my eyes.

"I love you, Remy. For always."

"I love you, Saint. For always."

And just like that, the last of the tension fades away as we laugh at how dorky we are.

Wire

The sun peeking through the curtains that I never shut properly shines onto Remy's beautiful face as she sleeps soundly. She's bound to be exhausted after everything that happened yesterday. And last night. I didn't want her to know the extent of my PTSD. Usually, I don't have night terrors, but I think forgoing my usual routine to join her in the shower last night triggered something inside me. It's hard to tell. It's been years since I left that hell hole and yet every night before I go to bed I do the same routine. My nightly checks help me sleep better. Of course, I told Retta all about my problems over the years, never thinking we would ever meet. Retta was the faceless person who supported me through the ups and downs, good and bad. She knows me better than I know myself, so I should have known that Remy would know exactly what to do. Instead of waking me with a start, she sat and spoke to me until her husky voice pulled me out of the hell in my mind until all I could hear, see, smell and touch was her.

After that, she worked her magic again. Not berating me for not doing my checks, instead making out like she would rest better if she could see everyone was safe. Any embarrassment that I had about my needs evaporated at that moment. She sees me, the real me, and that's who she loves.

Looking at my watch, I note the early hour, and slide quietly out of bed, trying my best not to wake my girl. She had a fucking nightmare of a day yesterday and then had me sinking into her tight, wet pussy two more times after we got back into bed last night, so she needs her rest.

Pulling on my jeans and a clean tee, I sneak to the other side of the room divider and wake up my screens. Flicking through the cameras, I see Tav sitting on the back deck watching the sunrise. I can't tell by his body language what his exact mood is, but he definitely looks more gloomy than usual.

I complete my checks and decide to head to the kitchen and get my morning cup of coffee out of the way early. Doctoring it just how I like it, with lots of creamer and a little sugar, I head out the back.

"Mind if I have a seat?"

Tav's head swings around and he smiles up at me before tipping his head to the chair beside him.

"Busy night, brother?" Tav asks, a smile playing on his lips.

"A little. You?"

He looks out to the back shed thoughtfully before shaking his head. "No. Nice and quiet. Waiting to hear from a girl."

"She special?"

Tav sighs, "I'd love her to be. But she keeps pushing me away."

He turns to look at me, and I circle my hands, to encourage him to keep speaking.

"She's a few years older than me, has kids. So we have to think of them, take things a little slow, which is cool. I'm good with that. But she does something funny to my chest. I want to be with her all the time, but she's not as all in as I am. She was weird about me joining the MC."

I frown at that. Tav is good people. So is everyone in this MC. "She got something against MC's?"

He snorts, "Weirdly enough, she seemed happy I joined. She's different from every other woman I've ever been with, but she's skittish. Grew up in Louisiana, so I think she has some weird religious or voodoo hang ups." He shrugs and looks toward the shed again. "Maybe I'm just moping because I haven't watched Chewy torture someone lately."

"Oh yeah, that'll be it." We share a smile as I drain the last of the dregs in my cup.

Standing, I drop a hand to his shoulder. "Look man, if this girl is special to you, and not weird or blind, she'll know what she has in you. Sometimes this good shit takes time. Look at me and Remy. That was 15 years in the making."

He nods at me and then grumbles about not waiting 15 years for his girl as I walk back through the kitchen to my room to snuggle with my woman. Now I know why Rhodie went soft. When you find your one you want to spend all your time with them.

I have even more of an urgency with my woman. Knowing full well that Hammer put things into Flack's ear to groom her over the years, I know he isn't going to just give up on her. That makes him even more fucking dangerous than usual.

Sliding under the covers, I wrap my arm over Remy's waist and pull her into me, the little spoon to my big. Taking a deep breath of her hair, I close my eyes. Bliss is more than just being buried deep inside my woman. It's also having her here, in my arms. I don't have to message her anymore! We can talk to each other. I can see her reactions to my jokes and I can see her reactions to my teasing.

Although at the moment it's Remy doing the teasing. Her luscious ass is gently moving against my hardness, her heat making me harder still.

Pressing my hand against her soft stomach, I try to hold her in place.

"Baby, you need more rest. I kept you up last night. Let's just sleep,"

Instead of stopping, she moves even more, almost twerking on my cock, making me hard enough to pound nails with the fucking thing. I could tell her to stop again, but I'm clearly a weak-willed man. Even as the thought crosses my mind, my hand slides down her stomach into the front of her drenched panties, through the fine hairs on the top of her mound until I'm circling her swollen clit.

She opens her legs, lifting one up over my hip so my cock can access her heat. Tugging her panties to the side, I notch the head of my cock at her entrance and slide in deep in one thrust. We move together like that, lazy, gentle soft movements, not the frenzy from the night before where we needed to ground each other. This one is for us. Softly, gently, we reach our peak together, whispering to each other, promises, memories, plans for the future before dozing off again, only to be woken by banging on the door.

"Oh Remyetta!! We're all out here waiting for you! We have a little girl to shop for!" Chewy's voice calls out, only to be interrupted by what sounds like her sister Sunny.

"And we need to know what that dick do!"

Giggles drift through the door and Remy's body shudders next to me as she tries to hold her giggles in.

"OK! Gimme 10 minutes!" She calls out and then rolls toward me for more cuddles.

"You do know that if you aren't out of here in 10 minutes, Chewy will bust in here and drag you out." I raise my brow at her while she rolls her eyes.

"I know. I just wanted one last cuddle with my man."

I drop a kiss to the top of her head. "Take my card. You'll need it for all the things Jovie will need."

"I have my own money, you know."

"I know, but what about little girl bedding and toys and stuff? She can't keep sleeping in a biker's room. She needs a little girl's room."

Remy frowns at me. "What are you talking about?"

I sit up, taking her hands in mine. "Remy, Jovie's mother, was the body the police found. She's dead, and very soon her father will be too. Jovie doesn't have any other family. My dad, he lives in the trailer next to theirs. He told me he used to sit with her sometimes, when her father went out. She's a good kid. I know that this is new, you and me, but I don't think I can in good conscience put that little girl into foster care. Can you?"

She pulls back a moment, her frown even deeper as her eyes flit all over my face. "Are you saying you want to keep her?"

I swallow. Maybe I'm wrong in this. Maybe I'm pushing Remy into something she doesn't want, but Jovie is a fucking cool kid and I don't want to see her lost to a shitty system.

"Are you saying you don't?"

Tears pool in her eyes and I think I might have read the situation wrong. "I've wanted to wrap that little girl up and bring her home since the moment I first met her. Are you sure Wire? Because I can do this on my own if I need to." Her eyes flit between mine, as if trying to find any uncertainty.

"No need. We have a huge fucking family to help us. We have my brothers. We have Mama Debs, and I can't believe I'm going to say this, but Pops as well. Jesus, my mother is going to go wild."

My eyes must go huge because Remy sniffs and then giggles her ass off. "I cannot wait for your momma to find out. I better get ready before Chewy's girl gang kicks the door in."

She bounces out of bed like her ass is on fire and quietly shuts the bathroom door behind her. As I slowly descend into a panic about how the hell I'm going to tell Momma that I have a girlfriend and a kid. Shit.