He pulled back and let his hand fly hard and fast. The sharp slap and her soft, breathy gasp rang out in the small room, making his balls ache. He returned his attention to her sex. Stroking over that tight bundle of nerves with his tongue before dipping into her entrance. He wanted to devour her. Wanted to bathe in her. He wanted to break her. Again and again, until she was strung so tight he thought she might snap.
She bucked against his mouth, begging without words for more. And when he knew she was close, when he knew it was time, he sank two fingers into her tight channel. She was biting her lip, trying not to make a sound as he fucked her.
“Good girl,” he rasped as he pressed his thumb against the tight ring of muscle in her cleft.
She rocketed up from the table on a gasp as he slid inside.
“Do I need to put my hand over your mouth or can I get you off with it?” Brick demanded in her ear as he pumped his fingers in and out.
She nodded quietly.
“Then put your hands on the table, Remington, and spread your legs for me.”
He felt like a fucking hero when she complied. When she submitted, hinging forward and pressing that tight little ass against him.
He could come again. He could fuck his way into that tight pussy and go off on her hungry squeezes, but he needed to hold back something. Needed to keep a part of himself safe from the devastation.
She was riding his hand now, bucking against him as he thrust into her. He slid his free hand around to her front.
“You’re so fucking wet, baby. Did sucking me off do that to you? Did making me come in your mouth make you hot?”
She nodded, a small sob clawing its way out of her throat.
“Don’t forget who makes you wet.” He brought his hand between her legs to possessively cup her sex. “Don’t forget who you belong to. Who makes you come.”
Using the pads of his fingers, he circled her swollen clit. The shuddery moan that escaped her drove him to the edge of sanity. He couldn’t stop himself from grinding his erection against her ass while he fucked her with his fingers.
“Say it, Remi. Who do you belong to? Who’s making you fucking come?”
She was writhing against him, lipstick smeared, eyes shut tight, as she waited for him to deliver her pleasure. It was an arresting, filthy picture that was only complete when she tightened around his fingers.
“Y-you,” she whispered.
“That’s right, baby. Push back against me. Come all over my fingers.”
Her lips parted, and her body went rigid against his. He kept on thrusting with his fingers, with his cock against the soft curve of her ass. Kept on rubbing dirty little circles over her clit as she went off. Clenching, clamping, releasing, relaxing. She collapsed to her elbows, covering her mouth with her own hand as she sobbed through a devastating release.
She trusted him to give her this. To take it so forcefully. She trusted him to protect her. But it wasn’t enough. He wanted it all.
He waited until she was done, weak and shaking, before pulling back. Before he gently tugged her thong back into place.
His fingers traced the outline of the handprint he’d left on her, making goose bumps appear.
She made no move to stand after he smoothed her dress back down, thrilling him with a perverse triumph.
They’d both gotten off and they’d both lost something.
“Next time you want to tell me this isn’t a big deal, or you don’t want to say that we’re in this together, I want you to remember this,” he said darkly and then he walked out the door.
39
Remi brought her hands to her flushed cheeks and watched in delight as her parents whirled past her to a Zac Brown Band tune. At some point in their thirty-five years together, they must have taken dance lessons because they practically sailed across the dance floor in perfect unison.
Darlene and Gilbert Ford got each other. They were wildly different yet still managed to stay in sync.
Kimber and Kyle were at a table, avoiding eye contact.
And Brick, in that fucking sexy tie, was everywhere at once. Keeping an eye on the food, restocking plates, and generally wielding control over the chaos. And shooting her looks that made her knees go weak. It was clear that he was mad. It wasn’t clear what he was mad at. Especially since he’d seemed fine between their orgasms.
But even pissed at her, he was still there making sure her parents had the best last-minute surprise anniversary party possible.
He was so good, so solid and sturdy.
Like her father, Brick Callan would always be there.
But he was holding himself back. And so was she. Worse, Remi didn’t know if either of them had it in them to go all in.
She went with the flow. Stayed open to opportunity. She didn’t tie herself down as a rule. That’s what a relationship with Brick would be. At least a real one. He wouldn’t exactly collar her and keep her tied to a bed. But wouldn’t she feel the obligation to be more of what he wanted, less of what she wanted?
And what about all those past rejections? Just because they’d gone farther in the past few weeks than they ever had didn’t mean there wasn’t still progress to be made. Didn’t mean he would want to take her on. She was too loud, too emotional, too chaotic. It’s what had kept him at a distance for fourteen years.
Sex couldn’t magically make things easier.
Her parents were the unicorns, she decided, watching as Darlene spun around in a short black dress that showed off her long legs. In the only impractical pair of shoes she owned, she was the same height as her husband.
They looked happy. They practically glowed with it.
And then there was Kimber and Kyle. Barely twelve years into their marriage, they’d gone from hot and heavy high school sweethearts to roommates who couldn’t communicate their most basic needs.
This was the reality of most of the relationships Remi saw. People didn’t stay happy. Hell, most times they didn’t even stay together.
What would happen when things ended with Brick? Would Mackinac still feel like home? Or would she avoid the island even more than she had after his marriage?
His marriage to her best friend. They still hadn’t talked about it. It wasn’t a topic of conversation for acquaintances or casual lovers. And she wasn’t sure she would like the answers she got.
The Audrey Remi remembered from high school was pretty, book smart, and easygoing. She’d never witnessed sparks flying between her best friend and her crush. The sparks had been reserved for Remi and Brick. Yet he’d pursued Audrey, married Audrey. The reliable one. The comfortable one. The easy to love one.
She remembered the hurt, the utter devastation. She’d been invited to their wedding, had actually come back to Mackinac with the intention of going. Of showing Brick that he didn’t have her heart anymore. But when it came time, she couldn’t do it. She couldn’t bear watching him pledge himself to another woman.