He blew out his breath behind her, reminding Remi of a bull pawing the ground.
She shivered as he guided the blunt head of his penis between her legs, parting the lips of her sex and nestling against the soft, wet tissue that was ready to welcome him back.
For a second, maybe two, the tension between them built as he tensed against her, holding his breath. And then that heavy hand connected with her rear end, delivering a sharp, biting slap.
She didn’t have time to cry out, to beg for another, because Brick was gripping her hips and yanking her back against him, impaling her on his unflagging hard-on.
The low moan that wrenched its way free from her throat was drowned out by his animalistic grunt as her body surrendered to his invasion. The angle. Holy Mariah Carey, the angle had him filling her so deep she could barely breathe.
“Remi. My sweet, beautiful, Remi,” he whispered behind her. His hands worshipped her in long, soothing strokes as he began to ride her. Revering her and defiling her at the same time.
She was flying headlong into the dark, but without fear. Because this time, she wasn’t alone. This time, he was there with her.
“Baby, I can’t get enough of you.” He gritted out the words like a sinful confession as he fucked her harder, deeper. Using his hands to both spread her cheeks wide and to control the speed.
Her shaking arms collapsed beneath her, and when she landed on her forearms, the head of his penis nudged something deep inside her. Again and again, until it triggered a new, powerful orgasm. The spasms began to build in her core and then radiated outward.
“Yes,” he hissed. “Milk my dick with those hungry squeezes, baby.”
She sobbed as her body complied. The orgasm detonated, sending shock waves through her entire body, her entire being. The world ended as she could only tremble her way through the release.
“Fuck. What you do to me,” Brick groaned, his sweat-soaked skin slapping against her with each thrust of his hips. “I’ll never be the same.”
Neither would she. He’d ruined her. And she’d ruined him. But all that mattered was this beautiful, brutal moment of surrender and domination.
She squeezed around him, unable to respond in any other way, and felt triumphant when he went rigid behind her, inside her.
“Remi.” Her name. Always her name.
The first burst exploded inside her, hot and thick. And then he was pulling out of her, grunting his way through the orgasm with violent strokes of his fist. Wrenching, scalding spurts coated her behind, her back, her thighs.
He’d branded her inside and out, and she felt possessed. Adored. Protected.
37
They spent the better part of a week having sex, showering off the sex they’d had, and then having shower sex.
Remi was in twin, perpetual states of full-body soreness and bliss.
They’d spent every night together and most of their waking moments as well. When Brick was working, she was painting.
With Spencer gone, they’d explored kitchen counter sex, bent over the dining room table sex, and lots and lots of oral sex in front of the fireplace. Brick’s tongue was just as talented as the rest of his spectacular body.
Since they’d been naked for almost an entire week, they hadn’t made any public appearances together. Remi hadn’t seen her parents, which meant she also hadn’t discussed the Brick or Warren situations with her mother. A plus in her mind.
But Kimber also hadn’t called or texted. And since everyone on the damn island knew she and Brick had finally knocked boots, there were only two conclusions Remi could draw. Her sister was either still really pissed at her or she was embarrassed.
While it was a pleasant respite chock full o’ orgasms, she knew she couldn’t keep avoiding her family. Not on an island this small. And if she and Kimber were going to repair what was left of the bridge to their sisterhood, it was going to have to be Remi’s doing.
With Brick working the lunch shift at the Tiki Tavern, Remi decided it was time to pay her sister another visit. Preferably on neutral ground.
Fortunately, thanks to Mackinac Visits online calendar, she knew exactly where Kimber would be.
Remi straightened her shoulders, pasted a bright smile on her face, and tried not to look like a woman who had spent most of the previous night being ravaged.
The door opened, and one brown eye peered out. “What’re you selling?” a wheezy voice demanded.
“Makeup, food storage, and sex toys,” Remi said, holding up the plate of fresh chocolate chip cheesecake bites.
The man harrumphed and threw open the door. Lars Hyne was only two inches taller than Remi. He’d lost an eye in a boating accident twenty years ago and had relished the pirate appeal the eye patch gave him.
“Lars, when are you gonna stop torturing our visitors?” A lithe Alaskan woman with an edgy pixie cut and purple highlights crossed her arms over her chest behind him.
“Hi, Kirima,” Remi called back.
“Come on in,” Lars beckoned, snatching the plate of goodies out of her grasp.
The Hyne home was an eclectic timeline of their life together. World travelers in the spring and summer, the Hynes perversely called Mackinac home all winter long. The living room’s large jade floor tiles were covered here and there with thick woven rugs that somehow both clashed and matched. The walls were painted a deep shade of peacock blue. Treasures from their travels crowded shelves, crammed in between books, photos, and plants.
The eat-in kitchen was just as colorful and chaotic. The cabinets were white, but they’d gone with a fiery orange and yellow backsplash of hand-painted tiles from Mexico.
At the turquoise and glass dining table was Kimber, a steaming mug of tea and a half-finished puzzle in front of her.
“You’re officially allowed to join us if you’re sharing that cheesecake,” Kirima said.
“I just so happened to make extra,” Remi said as Lars ripped the plastic wrap off the top.
Kimber was avoiding her gaze. Which was fine. Remi would wear her down. It was what she did.
“I saw my sister was visiting and thought I’d pop in and say hello. I haven’t seen you two in a couple of winters,” Remi said, accepting the teacup Kiri pushed on her.
“What goes with cheesecake?” Lars grumbled as he perused their wine rack.
“Anything that involves a cork,” Remi predicted.
“Kimber, any objections to starting happy hour early?” Kiri asked as she dug out the wine glasses.
“No objections here,” she answered, slipping a puzzle piece in place and still avoiding Remi’s gaze.
Being in good health, the Hynes weren’t on the original welfare checklist, but they’d liked the idea of a little extra company during the long winter and had signed up to be both visitors and visited.
Lars opened a bottle of red and poured, the cheery tinkle of wine glasses filling the room.