Chapter 26
I love his offer, but with Chelsea’s blessing I say, “No. Let’s go eat, birthday boy.”
He gives me a wicked smile, and we wander to the long wooden table where silverware, plates, glasses, and food are all laid out. It’s a feast.
“This looks delicious. Thank you,” I say to his family, as I pull out a beige fabric chair and sit.
“It’s our pleasure. We’re so grateful to meet you,” Eliza says.
I smile and begin eating, starting with bread and butter.
“How did you meet my brother?” Harvey asks.
“Yeah, we haven”t heard this story,” Oliver adds between bites of food.
I’m still chewing my food and I tilt my head in Jeremy’s direction. His face is amused. I laugh before facing everyone at the table; they all seem ready to hear the story. It makes me feel so special to have six people all wanting to hear our story. And I love how it started.
“It was actually a wrong text.”
“A wrong text?” Gram asks.
My gaze moves to hers. She cuts into her chicken.
“He was given my number by mistake—”
“Whose number was it meant to be?” Sebastian asks.
“My boss Bentley,” I explain.
“How does your boss give a wrong number?” Iris asks.
“If you met Bentley, you’d understand, Gram,” Jeremy says.
“Sounds incompetent,” Evan scoffs.
“Oh, he is,” Jeremy quickly replies.
I look at Jeremy. Putting my hand on his forearm, I say, “If it hadn’t happened, we wouldn’t be here.”
His gaze holds mine as he speaks. “I would have bumped into you at the office.”
“There’s no guarantee we would’ve had time to chat,” I add.
“Hmm maybe,” Jeremy murmurs.
“Well, I’m glad it happened. Let”s raise our glasses and cheer for them.” Eliza holds up her glass.
“Mom, we’ve already eaten,” Harvey says.
“Just do what your mother says.” Sebastian urges.
Everyone holds out their drink including me. My eyes drift to the man next to me. A wide smile settles on my face as I say cheers. I watch him over my glass as I take a sip. He copies me and when we lower our glass, he leans in and kisses me.
“Gross,” Harvey teases.
Our lips part, and I giggle. My gaze moves to Oliver.
“You’re just jealous,” Jeremy taunts.
“Of having to put work aside for a woman. No thanks. I’ll pass,” Harvey argues.
“I thought that once,” Jeremy insists.
His work remains a priority, but his drive is one of the aspects that attracted me to him in the first place. However, at times, I wish his phone would remain silent, or he didn’t have to be distracted by emails, emergencies, phone calls, or meetings.
“No one is changing my mind.” Harvey snorts.
“I agree,” Evan says, and I almost fall off my chair. His quiet brother finally gave me a piece of information. At least I know he’s single, so touching Chelsea is not a big deal. Even though she’s in a relationship. Unhealthy or not, she can’t be with another guy until she ends things with Bobby.
“Do you wanna bet?” Jeremy challenges. This is exactly what I thought having a sibling would be like. Healthy rivalry. I can”t help but love watching it all unfold.
“Jeremy is right. You guys just haven”t found the right woman. And to make your Grams happy you all need to settle down, get married, and give me grandbabies.”
The table groans at Eliza’s statement.
“No,” Evan replies.
“Never,” Harvey adds.
“Grams please,” Oliver pleads.
I continue eating, watching these grown men softly argue with the queen of the family.
“I’m right. One day you will find a woman and I’ll let you eat your words,” Jeremy says.
His words leave me momentarily stunned.
“Don’t settle,” I add, thinking about Chelsea. My eyes shift to Evan; he must sense it, because he looks up, but I can”t get a read on him. He just looks down at his food and continues eating.
I’d love to know what he and Chelsea spoke about.
I’m full and the table has finished eating. The staff clears our plates as dessert arrives. Cake, ice-cream, tiramisu.
“I’m going to roll out of here. Or maybe I’ll go extra hard at boxing tomorrow,” I say rubbing my stomach.
“You box, Nova?” Iris asks in a high-pitched tone.
“Yes, I’ve found it to be a really good outlet.”
“She’s really good,” Jeremy adds.
I look at him with a smile, remembering the two times he’s seen me train. I find it endearing that he wants to support me.
“Thanks,” I whisper to him.
He winks.
“I think it’s time we go,” Jeremy announces as soon as dessert is cleared.
I thought it might be too soon, but his brothers all stand and announce they’re leaving too.
“Good idea,” Iris says, obviously ready for us all to leave now.
“Thank you all for hosting me. It was a pleasure to meet you all and thanks for dinner it was delicious,” I say addressing everyone.
“You’re very welcome,” Eliza says.
“Anytime. Please come back,” Iris adds, remaining seated.
I nod and stand. Jeremy laces his fingers with mine. I say goodbye to his brothers and leave.
Jeremy”s car is here today. No driver.
It’s a two-door black sports car. I don’t have a clue what make or model it is, other than it looks expensive. He pulls open the door and I sit on the cream leather.
The coldness is refreshing on my boiling skin.
Meeting his whole family has exhausted me. I’m ready to go and fall asleep. Preferably in his arms at his house.
He gets into the driver”s seat and starts the car. Neither of us speaks for the ten-minute journey to Jeremy’s.
All we did the whole time at his grams was talk. Now I want to relax.
He parks his car in the underground garage and when he opens the door with one hand, he holds the present in the other. I know as soon as we get inside, I’ll want him to open it. One is a joke present; the other is a thoughtful one I had made.
We head to his bedroom on instinct. Neither of us needs to say that”s where we are headed. We just both knew it’s the place to go.
Inside his room, he lowers the present to a set of white drawers.
“Open your present,” I command when I realize he is going to store it away for later.
He grabs the present and brings it to his bed to unwrap it. I can’t contain the stupid smile sitting on my face.
“A towel and cards,” he asks, puzzled.
“The towel is more for me. You need to open the cards.”
The poker cards are matte black with black foiling, but his family name is in gold and personalised.
“I don’t want the towel. I told you I want you on my table. Scratch that. I want you everywhere. I want my house to be full of you. By the way, I plan on doing that every time we’re together.”
A thrill of longing courses through me. I’d willingly let him repeat that every single time.
Including right now, and by the way his eyes darken, I know he’s thinking the same.
He lowers the present and steps closer. The words look at the cards are on the tip of my tongue, but when he grazes his thumb over my jaw, I shudder with desire.
He can see them after. I had a perfect night meeting his family, but now, there’s nothing else I need but him.
“You were incredible tonight,” he whispers.
“They’re wonderful, Remy,” I say honestly, knowing I had a great time.
He grips my jaw and tips my head back; a gasp leaves my mouth, and he swallows it.
Our mouths crash in a frenzy. My hands grab his head. His hands grip my arms. Our bodies are smashed together. My heart beats widely with the need to have him.
My hands slip over his head, down his neck, to the front of his shirt. I remove his buttons without breaking our kiss. The touch of his lips on mine is too hypnotic to stop. When I’ve made quick work of his buttons, I slide my hands over his pecs and up onto his shoulders where I slip the shirt off him. He lets go of me to shake it off. Our lips are still sealed. Neither one of us wants to break this. I breathe in his breath as if I need it to live.
I skim my fingers over his stomach and to the top of his pants. I flick the button off and blindly unzip him.
I push his briefs and pants down at the same time and then reach my hand out, palming his hard dick between us and causing my body to ache.
I need him.
But I want to taste him more.
I rub his length up and down, loving the little grunts leaving his mouth. I swallow each one. Pre-cum leaks from the tip and I slide my thumb over it and smear it.
I break our kiss. His mouth hangs open, breathing heavily. His mouth glistens from our kiss and his eyes are heavy. I sink to my knees.
“Nova,” he rasps.
“Remy,” I breathe.
His hands sink into my hair. He wants this too. A little smirk curves on my mouth at what I’m about to do. Before he has his way of working me to squirt, I’m going to make him come so hard he sees stars.
I grab his length at the base with one hand and my other one grabs hold of his thigh, loving how it twitches at the contact.
I lower my mouth onto his tip and welcome his salty taste, humming my pleasure.
“You’re so good at this. No instructions. You’re just so hungry for my cock.”
I nod. And bring my mouth over him, welcoming the feeling in my mouth. He touches the back of my throat and jerks.
His hands touch my head to encourage me. I take more as my eyes water and then I pull back and continue the up-and-down motion slowly. I take him all the way again, and his hands curl tighter in my hair.
“You take me so well.”
I open my eyes and look up at him, as I slide him to the back of my throat and then swallow more of him.
“Fuck Nova,” he grunts, tipping his head back and closing his eyes before he peers back down.
“I won”t be able to hold on if you keep doing that. You’re way too good at this, baby.”
And by doing that, I know he wants my eyes on him as I take him down as far as I can. So I do it again. I want to feel and taste him as he unravels.
I slide up and down a few more times and I feel him thicken. He grips my head, holding me as he stills. I welcome the hot bursts in my throat and swallow. My eyes don’t leave his face. His eyes close and his chest moves rapidly, and he grunts so deeply it makes me wet.
His hands soften in my hair and his eyes open and drop down. I remove my mouth slowly from him and swallow.
“You’re amazing. Come here.” His eyes hold a promise of what’s to come.
It’s my turn and I couldn’t be more excited.
He holds his hand out for me to take, and I stand up and he kisses me, taking me by surprise. I welcome his hot mouth on mine. But then he lifts me into his arms, and I cross my legs behind his back and disconnect my mouth.
My arms curl around his neck as he walks me to his bed.
“Do you—”
“Don’t finish that sentence.”
“Let’s not make a mess on the bed...I want to sleep.”
“I’ve got you covered. You worry about coming like the angel you are, and if you aim right, I’ll be wearing most of it.”
My mouth opens wider as a mix of shock and excitement runs through me. I begin to remove my clothes, and afterwards he lays me down on the bed.
“Let me,” he commands.
I drop my hands away from my top and let him undress me, welcoming his hands on me.
Once I’m naked, he spreads my legs and settles his mouth on me. He licks me slowly and forcefully, causing me to whimper.
He swirls his tongue around my swollen clit before continuing to lick from my entrance to my throbbing clit repeatedly. Until I’m arching my back and moaning out his name. I want more. I need more.
Fingers hit my opening and I flutter my eyes. When I look down, I find his eyes are already there to meet my gaze. I can’t see from his mouth down because his lips won”t leave my pussy. He inserts two fingers and pumps. I moan but when he drags his fingers in that come here motion, I feel that funny feeling again. My mouth is unable to form words. I battle with my need to close my eyes with the reminder of how his face looks so eager to have me on him.
I should be embarrassed but how can I when he’s so desperate for me?
I tingle and I can’t hold back.
I come on his face.
His face is euphoric, and I swear I cry harder and come harder than ever before.
I come down from the incredibly high and he crawls over me licking his lips. His thick cock hits my entrance.
“You ready, baby? Because that was exquisite, and I just need to fuck you hard now.”
I nod. “Yes.”
With a smirk, he rolls on a condom, takes me in one hard thrust and I see spots in front of my eyes.