One day, I would love to do this to him for hours, but that morning I was too impatient to feel him squeeze around me, to remember he was mine. He had given this to me and only me.
I sat back and fumbled for the lube in my nightstand drawer. “Turn over.”
He did and looked up at me, eyes glazed with lust. “Need you.”
“I need you too.”
I slicked my cock, but before I pushed inside him, I leaned down and took his mouth. He returned my kiss with a desperation that was unlike anything I’d felt from him before. He’d been desperate to come the night I’d edged him, but this felt like a deeper need, like he wanted to hold onto me, to consume me. I felt it too. I needed to bind him to me, to mark him as mine, to make him promise never to leave.
I pulled away from his mouth, and he whimpered, reaching for me. I took his hands and pinned them over his head. “I’m controlling this.”
“Yes, please. Fuck me. Control me.”
He was nearly out of his mind. His hips arched up, moving as if I were already inside him. He was so absolutely perfect.
I let go of his wrists, and he kept them where they were without me having to tell him to. I pushed his legs up until they were doubled on his chest, exposing him completely. I teased his spit slick entrance with the tip of my cock until he squirmed. “Please, Remington. Please.”
I wanted to keep toying with him, but I needed him as desperately as he needed me. I’d survived the night, but I needed this primal proof of survival.
I thrust into him, making him cry out. I didn’t stop until I was buried in him as far as I could go. He wrapped his legs around my hips, and I took hold of his hands again, lacing our fingers together. I took him roughly, and he met every stroke. We drove our bodies against each other, and I loved feeling him struggle underneath me. “Remington! Oh God, I… I…”
“What?” I growled. “Tell me.”
I could feel him trying to hold back. I didn’t want that. I wanted everything from him, every vulnerable moment, every cry, every need.
“Can’t… Can’t breathe,” he said, voice raspy.
Instead of easing up, I fucked him faster. He gasped, tossing his head back and forth.
“Tell me. You can’t escape. Can’t hide from me.”
“Oh fuck.”
I reach between our bodies and grasped his cock, working my hand up and down, bringing him right to the edge. “Tell me, and I’ll let you come.”
“Can’t. I… please.”
I tightened my grip on his cock as I continued to drive into his ass over and over, making him slide along the sheets. His legs clamped tighter around my hips.
“I want you to come now, cher. Let go.”
He cried out as cum spilled over my hand. “Love you, Remy.”
His words hit me so hard I went over with him. I poured my release into him as he drove himself into the circle of my hand, coating me with his slick seed and making our bodies slip against each other.
He loved me. Jesus. He loved me. I didn’t think he’d intended to say it, but I knew it was true. I could see it in his eyes, and I felt the same fucking way.
He was barely conscious by the time we’d both finished. All I could see in my mind was his look of awe and need as he’d voiced his confession. I rolled him to his side and brushed his sweaty hair from his face as I spooned around him.
“I love you too.” I whispered the words low and soft. He wiggled back against me and smiled. Had he heard me? For once in my life, I took the coward’s way out. I didn’t ask him if he was awake. I just held him.
36
Henri
I woke with a constant dull throb in my head, but I didn’t feel nearly as bad as I would have if Corbin hadn’t taken such good care of me. I squinted against the sunlight streaming in the window. It was probably at least midmorning. Why wasn’t Remington there? Shouldn’t he still be sleeping after all he’d done the night before?
My memories of the night were fuzzy, clouded by my hungover state, but I knew Remy had come home sometime after I’d fallen asleep.
He’d told me their business was taken care of, then he’d rimmed me and fucked me so thoroughly I’d known what we had wasn’t really a business arrangement anymore, and… Oh God. Please don’t let me have actually said those words out loud.
I sat up too quickly, and my stomach nearly revolted. As I remained utterly still, trying to get my body under control, I realized someone was downstairs talking. Remington and Lance maybe? Remington had said Corbin had gone home.
I very slowly made my way to the door, trying to ignore the way my head hurt. I moved cautiously down the stairs, gripping the railing. Between still being half-asleep and the pain in my head, I was far from steady.
I froze when I was a few steps from the bottom because I heard Lance—I was sure it was him now—say my name.
“Are you really going to let Henri go?”
After a few seconds of silence, Remington said, “It’s for the best.”
“Are you sure, considering what he knows?”
“That no longer matters now that the Landrys are all dead or on the run.”
At first, I’d thought Lance was referring to the fact that I’d discovered some of Remington secrets, but maybe Remington hadn’t told him that because Lance didn’t know about Remy’s bargain with the police. But the Landry’s weren’t connected to that.
“He’s still the only person who can place you in the Landrys’ territory the night you two met. You’re
