Chapter 17
The water’s still warm when I slide into the tub behind her. Remy’s back rests against my chest, her wet hair sticking to my skin. My hands skim down her arms, her skin so soft it’s distracting. She shifts slightly, and the way her ass presses against me has me gritting my teeth. And when she starts rubbing that fine ass on my dick, I touch her pussy.
“Zane—” Her voice cuts off in a gasp as I tug her back, letting her feel how much I want her.
“Yeah?” I whisper, my mouth brushing her neck.
“God, you’re insufferable.”
“And yet, here you are,” I say, my fingers already teasing her under the water.
She moans, soft and breathy, and it does something to me— flips a switch. My other hand comes up to grip her chin, tilting her head back so I can look at her.
“Don’t be shy, baby. I wanna hear you, see you.”
Her head falls against my shoulder as I slide my fingers deep into her, slow at first, then faster when she starts panting my name.
“Zane, please,” she whimpers, her hips jerking. “Oh my God.”
“No,” I growl, keeping her pressed tight against me. “You can take it. You’re so fucking perfect like this.”
“Stop,” she demands, tugging at my hand.
“What is it, baby? Does it hurt?” I ask, my voice obvious with concern. I tilt her chin to look at me, but she turns with it, hovering above me.
“No, it’s not enough. I need you… inside of me… right now…”
She grabs the shaft of my cock and slides right onto me.
“Oh, fuck, baby. No warning?”
She smirks, riding me. “I guess not.” The water starts splashing around us as she holds my neck. I enjoy watching her, feeling her tight pussy milking my fucking cock.
“But I don’t to give you a warning right? This dick is mine, isn’t it?”
That makes me fucking harder as I hold her hips in place and fuck her faster under the water.
“Is it?” she asks.
“Yes, baby. It’s yours. I want to get out of this tub and fuck you properly.”
She stands up suddenly, and my dick misses the warmth of her wet pussy.
“C’mon,” I say, standing and grabbing a towel. “Let’s get you dried off.”
She steps out of the tub, and I wrap the towel around her, rubbing her skin gently. I don’t miss the way her eyes dart to me, lingering a second too long on the way my dick swings between my legs.
“Bend over on the bed. Now.”
She walks over to the bed as I take the towel she had and dry myself the best that I can.
First, she crawls onto my bed and lays on her back, giving me a full view of her naked, sexy body. Then she turns around, giving me the best of that fucking prime ass and when she pushes her ass out, bending over, I bite her ass cheek. She yelps, and at that, I can’t fucking stop myself. She plops on her stomach as I grab her legs and pull her to me. I bring her hips up and lick her pussy, up her ass crack.
She moans so fucking blissfully, I’m stunned.
“You like that, baby?”
She shrugs, turning bright red. “Not really…”
I smack her ass. “Don’t fucking lie to me.”
“It’s just gross.”
“Baby, it’s not gross if you’re about to orgasm over it. Let’s try again.”
“Please, just fuck me.”
I don’t listen. I can’t. I need to hear that sound leave her throat again. I pull her by her legs, and she’s squirming, trying to get away from me. It’s a good thing I’m much stronger than she is. I bring her ass to my face and lick her beautiful ass again. She cries out in pure pleasure and I push my tongue harder.
“Oh, my, fuck! Zane. Please. Please. Please.” She’s trying to push me off, but this is far too amusing to stop now. I lick her ass until she relaxes and then I press my dick against her entrance.
“You have no idea the things I want to do to you now, Rem. The images in my head.” I slide into her wet pussy. Fuck, she’s so wet from that ass play. “I’m going to fuck that fucking ass, do you understand me?”
“Not right now, please. Just…”
“No, not right now. But one day, I will. You love it too much. Look at how wet you fucking are because of it, you dirty little slut.”
“Oh, fuck,” she moans as I pump into her faster. I grip her ass, using the leverage to bounce her on my cock. And I’m watching the view, watching her walls tighten around my dick as I slide in and out. The view is fucking unbelievable. Her perfect fucking pussy.
I grab her hand and say, “Make yourself come with me, baby. I’m staring at your wet pussy. I wish you could see how beautiful you are. So fucking sexy, baby.”
Her face falls into the bed as she rubs herself. She’s getting wetter and wetter, and it’s so fucking hot that I’m about to explode. And then when she starts singing my goddamn name, I fuck her harder, releasing all of my desire into her.
She’s moaning and huffing into my comforter. I push my dick as deep into her that I can as she cries out, letting her ride out every second of her orgasm.
I pull out and lick her ass one last time. She squeals, laying on the bed. When her body flops, she laughs.
“Zane,” she scolds as her whole body goes slack.
I crawl up her body and suck on her beautiful tits. I cannot believe she’s mine. All fucking mine. I would’ve paid that idiot boyfriend of hers a million fucking dollars if I knew I could have her like this.
“Your come,” she says.
I reach down and wipe some from her pussy. I bring it to her lips and demand, “Suck it.”
“What?” she asks, confused.
I lean in. “I said to fucking suck it off my finger.”
She does as she’s told. She stares into my eyes as I watch her.
“Taste that, baby? That’s all for you.”
She grabs my hand and works her mouth around my fingers.
“Careful, Remy.” I press my hard dick against her leg. Her mouth sucks the life out of my finger. “Be fucking careful what you’re doing there. I’m going to fuck your tight ass if you don’t fucking stop.”
She stops, and my body comes alive at that gesture. It confirms that she’s scared and will probably refuse to give me that ass, but deep down, I know she’ll fucking love it. She’ll be screaming for the whole goddamn neighborhood to hear.
I smile at her now, imagining her in pure pleasure.
“Why are you looking at me like that?” she asks.
I press my dick against her leg again, ready for another round.
“The food’s getting cold,” she says.
I pull her legs under me, dragging her until she’s completely underneath me. “It’s a good thing it’s sushi because I’m not done with you yet.”
“You’re not fucking my ass.”
I shake my head. “No, I’m not fucking your ass.”
I force her to turn around. “But I am licking it.”
She turns her head, a blush on her face. “Stop torturing me.”
“You don’t want to like it, baby. But you do, so I’m not going to fucking stop until you can admit it.”
“I want to eat,” she demands.
I stare at her beautiful pink cheeks. Fuck, her ass is perfect.
I lean down and say, “So, do I.”
We’re on the bed with the sushi spread out between us. She’s wearing one of my jerseys, her legs crossed, and her hair still damp from the bath. It’s a fucking sight— like she belongs here, like she’s always belonged here.
She picks up a piece of sashimi and pops it into her mouth, her gaze drifting around the room. “So, you like really like hockey, huh?”
I chuckle. “Subtle.”
“What?” she asks, grinning. “There’s only, like, a hundred hockey posters in here. Thought I’d take a wild guess.”
I shake my head, leaning back on my elbows. “Yes, I like hockey.”
Her eyes narrow, studying me in that way she does, like she’s trying to peel back my layers. “Do you really? Or is it, like, an obligation thing?”
That question hits harder than I expect. I sit up, running a hand through my hair. “It’s complicated.”
“Complicated how?”
I sigh, meeting her gaze. “My dad... he’s obsessed. Always has been. He used to play when he was younger, and when I showed interest, he latched onto it. Turned it into this whole thing.”
She nods slowly, pushing her glasses up her nose. That tiny, unconscious gesture makes my chest tighten.
“So,” she says carefully, “if your dad wasn’t into hockey, would you still play?”
I blink at her, surprised. No one’s ever asked me that. “I don’t know,” I admit.
Her brows lift. “What would you do instead?”
The corner of my mouth twitches. “Cars, probably. I’ve always been into them. Used to work on engines with my uncle when I was a kid.”
She smiles, her whole face lighting up. “That makes sense. You’ve got that grease-under-the-fingernails vibe. Not in a bad way,” she adds quickly.
“Thanks... I think.” I laugh, shaking my head. “Finish your sushi.”
“Why?” she asks, raising a brow.
“Because I wanna fuck you again, and you’re gonna need the energy,” I say, deadpan.
She hides her smile, blushing. “So demanding.”
I just stare at her.
She rolls her eyes, still smiling. “Please remember I need to use my legs tomorrow, babe.”
I grin, catching her chin between my fingers. “I’ll try to keep that in mind.”
Later, we’re tangled in the sheets, her body warm and soft beneath mine. I move slower this time, savoring the way she arches into me, the way her nails scrape lightly down my back.
“Zane,” she whispers, her voice full of need. She’s begging for more.
“I’ve got you, baby,” I murmur, my lips brushing her collarbone. “Always.”
When we’re done, I pull her close, tucking her against my chest. Her breath evens out, and I let myself drift, the weight of her in my arms the only thing I need right now.
I wake up to darkness. The clock on the nightstand glows 4:32 AM, and it’s dead quiet, the kind of quiet I’m not used to. Usually, I’m tossing and turning by now, staring at the ceiling, my head buzzing with shit I can’t turn off.
But not tonight. Tonight, I’ve slept longer than I have in weeks.
I glance down, and there she is. She’s lying on her stomach, her hair a mess, one arm tucked under the pillow. Her lips are slightly parted, and she’s breathing slow, her chest rising and falling like she’s as comfortable as can be in my bed.
My chest tightens. She’s just... fucking beautiful. Soft. Perfect.
I shift closer, brushing her hair back off her face. She doesn’t even stir. Damn, she sleeps hard.
Smirking, I let my hand drift down her back, tracing the curve of her spine, feeling the warmth of her skin under my fingertips. She murmurs something in her sleep, her body shifting just a little, and my smirk turns into a grin.
She’s mine.
The thought hits me out of nowhere, like a sucker punch to the gut.
I don’t overthink it. I lean down, pressing my lips to her shoulder, then lower, my mouth finding the dip of her waist. She sighs softly, her body arching toward me, and my pulse kicks up.
“Fuck it,” I mutter under my breath, rolling her onto her back.
She stirs, her head turning, but she doesn’t wake. I take my time, kissing her stomach, her thighs, the soft, sensitive skin that makes her twitch in her sleep. When I finally press my mouth between her legs, she moans, her hips lifting off the bed.
“Zane.”
Her voice is soft, barely audible, but it’s enough to have me gripping her thighs tighter, holding her in place as I keep going. She’s writhing now, her hands fisting the sheets, her breathing coming in short, desperate gasps.
I glance up, watching her face, the way her lips part, the way her head tilts back. Fuck, she’s incredible.
She’s close— I can feel it in the way her body’s tensing, the way her thighs are trembling under my hands. But I don’t let her get there. Not yet.
I pull back, shifting up to hover over her. She whimpers, her eyes fluttering open as I position myself at her entrance and push inside, slow and steady.
“Hey,” I murmur, my voice low.
Her eyes meet mine, still heavy with sleep. “Hey,” she whispers.
I start moving, slow at first, savoring the way she feels, the way her body wakes up under me. Her hands find my shoulders, her nails digging in, and her hips start to meet mine.
“Is it morning?” she asks, her voice breaking on a gasp.
I kiss her, slow and deep. “No,” I mutter against her lips. “Not yet.”
She moans, her body arching against me, and I lose my rhythm for a second, overwhelmed by the way she takes me in, the way she clings to me like I’m the only thing keeping her grounded.
“Zane.”
Her voice— Jesus, her voice— is my undoing. I pick up the pace, my movements rougher now, chasing the release that’s been building since the second I woke up.
When it finally hits, it’s like the world stops for a moment, and all I can hear is the sound of her breathing, the way it syncs with mine.
I collapse onto her, still inside, my head resting against her shoulder. Her hands slide up to cup my face, her fingers gentle as they trace along my jaw.
“You okay?” she asks, her voice soft.
I press a kiss to her palm, nodding. “Yeah. Just... have a little insomnia. I’m fine.”
She nods, her eyes already drifting shut. “Just sleep,” I tell her, but she’s out before I even finish the sentence.
I stay like that for a while, holding her, listening to the sound of her breathing. My mind’s racing, though, all over the place.
Hockey.
Cars.
I don’t know why I’m thinking about cars, but I am. Engines, tools, the smell of oil and rubber.
An auto shop.
I’ve never let myself dream about shit like that. Hockey’s always been my life—it’s what I’m supposed to do, what my dad expects me to do.
I glance down at Remy, her body curled against mine, her breath warm against my skin.
For the first time in a long time, I let myself imagine it. A garage full of tools, the sound of engines roaring to life, my name on the sign out front.
It’s stupid. But lying here with her, it doesn’t feel so far away.
I wake up to her pressed against me, her hair tickling my face. It smells like vanilla and that shampoo she uses that always drives me insane. The sun’s creeping through the blinds, lighting up her skin. She’s warm, soft, perfect.
“Good morning, baby,” I murmur, brushing my lips over her shoulder.
She stirs, her body arching a little before she rolls over to face me, her eyes still heavy with sleep. “Morning,” she whispers, her voice low and rough.
I kiss her. I can’t help it. She’s too fucking tempting, lying here like this, looking at me like I’m the only thing in the world she wants.
It doesn’t take long before we’re tangled up, her legs around my waist, her nails scraping down my back. Her soft gasps turn into moans, and I swear I could lose my mind just listening to her.
After, she’s lying on her stomach again, her face buried in the pillow, trying to catch her breath.
“We should get up,” I say, my voice still rough.
She groans. “Do we have to?”
“Yes. I’m starving, and you’re not gonna like what I have in the fridge.”
That gets her to move. She sits up, dragging the sheet with her, her hair a mess. “Let me guess,” she says, smirking. “A bottle of ketchup and a six-pack of beer?”
I laugh, sitting up too. “Hey, I’ve got eggs. And maybe some bread.”
“Wow. A feast.”
“I’ll do the cooking,” I warn her, getting up and pulling on a pair of sweats. “You’ll end up judging me for everything in my kitchen.”
She follows me to the kitchen, wearing my hoodie, which is way too big on her. It makes her look small, which does something to me.
When she opens the fridge, she freezes. “Oh my god, Zane.”
“What?”
“This is tragic.”
“It’s not that bad,” I argue, pulling out the eggs.
“You have two eggs left. And this milk expired two days ago.” She holds up the carton like it’s evidence in a murder trial.
“Okay, so it’s bad. We’ll go grocery shopping after breakfast.”
She grins, leaning against the counter. “Perfect. I get to judge you in the cereal aisle too.”
I grab a frying pan and start cracking the eggs. “Keep it up, and I’ll make you eat instant ramen for dinner.”
She laughs, stealing a piece of toast from the toaster. “Fine, I’ll behave. Maybe.”
The grocery store’s not as bad as I expected. She takes over the cart, tossing in things I’d never buy but know I’ll end up eating because it’s her.
“What about these?” she asks, holding up a box of some fancy crackers.
I shrug. “Sure. Whatever.”
She rolls her eyes, throwing them into the cart.
As we turn down the cereal aisle, she slows down, glancing at me out of the corner of her eye. “Can I ask you something?”
“Shoot.”
“Are you the reason Maya’s been ignoring me?”
I freeze for a second, caught off guard. “What?”
She shrugs, looking way too casual. “She hasn’t been texting me back. I thought maybe it was because of you.”
I think about it for a second, then sigh. “I’m not sure.”
“Why would she care?”
I stop the cart, turning to face her. “Because I’m crazy about you, Remy. And apparently, you’re the last person to figure that out.”
Her eyes widen, and I watch as the words sink in. Then she’s smiling, this slow, teasing grin that makes me want to kiss her stupid.
“You’re crazy about me?” she asks, stepping closer.
“You really need me to spell it out for you?”
She’s laughing as I grab her waist, pulling her against me. Her hands come up to my chest, and for a second, I think she’s going to push me away. But then her lips are on mine, soft and demanding all at once, and I’m lost.
We’re making out like a couple of teenagers, the cart abandoned behind us.
She smiles up at me. “You have practice all afternoon, so I’m giving you my undivided attention until then.”
“Yeah?” I ask against her lips.
She pulls back, moving back to the cart. She tosses a bag of chips in and teases, “You’re staring.”
After we unload the groceries back at my place, I surprise her by driving to the mall.
“What are we doing here?” she asks, glancing at me as we walk inside.
“You’ll see.”
She looks suspicious but follows me anyway. I lead her to one of those high-end stores, the kind with salespeople who wear suits and look like they’re judging you the second you walk in.
“Zane, what are we doing here?” she asks again, her voice quieter now.
“I’m getting you something.”
“Why?”
“Because I want to.”
She stops, crossing her arms. “You don’t have to buy me anything, you know.”
“I know.” I grin, grabbing her hand and pulling her toward a display case. “But I’m doing it anyway.”
Her eyes widen as she takes in the jewelry, the designer bags, the shoes.
“Pick something,” I say.
She hesitates, biting her lip. “I don’t know.”
“Then I’ll pick for you.”
Her cheeks flush, but she doesn’t argue.
I end up getting her a necklace— something simple but elegant, with tiny diamonds that catch the light just enough to make her smile.
“Thank you,” she says softly as we leave the store.
I glance at her, my chest tightening at the way she’s looking at me. “You’re welcome. Now, let’s get out of here before I buy the whole damn store.”