Chapter 19
***Memphis***
“Come here, M.” Remy grabbed me under my arms and lifted me off the bed, like I was a child. He held me to his bare chest and grunted when I wrapped my legs around his waist. “You feel good wrapped around me.”
I giggled and then buried my face against his neck, embarrassed by the sound. “Sorry. I just realized I can’t call you Remington anymore. Not after I did what I did to your face.”
Boone let out a weak laugh. “So that’s what it takes, huh?”
“I’d be happy to hear you scream either.” Remy kissed my shoulder and gently bit it. “Are you okay?”
I bit my lip as I lifted my head to meet his gaze. I was better than okay. I was pretty sure I’d died and found my way into paradise. I wasn’t sure what religion gave women three sexperts in heaven, but I loved it. “Okay is such a simple word. I’m fantastic.”
Wells pressed into me from behind and moved my hair to the side so he could kiss my neck. “Do you need a break?”
“No.” I needed to experience all three of them. I hadn’t planned on having a wildly out-of-character afternoon, but I’d accidentally led us into the harem style sex we were having and I wanted to finish. “I need both of you now.”
Remy eased me back to my feet and turned me to face Wells. The sight of his tattoos rendered me speechless. “What’s it going to be, Wells? Are you ready for heaven?”
I pressed my ass into Remy and felt his hardness against my lower back.
Looking up at Wells, I traced the tattoos from his neck down both shoulders and arms. His chest was covered, down to his stomach, and even more tattoos stretched down his legs.
He was a work of art, with so much beauty decorating his strong body that I couldn’t help reaching out to touch him.
Scars marred the tattoos on his right shoulder and chest, but the blurred effect somehow seemed like it was meant to be. I ran my hand over the scars and over a dark set of wings across his throat.
Wells caught my hand and brought my palm to his lips to kiss. He flicked his tongue between my fingers and nipped the tips while staring into my eyes. He reached out and wrapped his hand around the back of my neck and dragged me into his hard body before lowering his mouth to mine.
I tipped my head back and kissed him hungrily.
He lifted me into his arms and kept exploring my mouth as he sat on the edge of the bed with me in his lap.
His erection was trapped between our bodies, but Wells ignored it as he took his time with me.
He ran his hands up my back and stroked my shoulders before running them down again, over my ass.
I felt like he was memorizing my body as he took his time touching every bit of me he could.
I threaded my fingers through his hair, loving the thickness of it and the way it felt like silk against my flushed skin.
All of my senses were heightened after orgasming so many times and being with Boone.
The scent of my arousal, the sound of our gasping breaths, and the taste of mint on his tongue felt larger than life as I straddled Wells and kissed him like I’d never get another chance.
His fingers tightened on my hips and he lifted me. “Guide me inside, Memphis.”
Gripping him in my hand, I stroked the tip through my slippery sex and rubbed him against my clit until I dropped my head back and moaned. The sound of Wells growling just turned me on even more as I continued to tease him. Stroking his length, I focused my hazy gaze on him and bit my lip.
Wells’ neck and shoulder muscles flexed as he narrowed his gaze at me. His lips parted on a groan when I ran my thumb over the head of his erection. “Memphis...”
“You like teasing, sweetheart?” Remy spoke into my ear, startling me and sending chills down my spine and to my core. “I’ll remember that.”
I positioned Wells’ hard length against my opening and let out a scream of pleasure and shock when Remy pushed me down hard by my shoulders.
Wells filled me completely and the stretch from Boone had left me sore enough that Wells felt a little too big at first. Remy gripped my hair and turned my face to his, his expression stern.
Just as he opened his mouth to say something, he snapped his lips closed and let go of my hair.
I wanted to protest, but Wells shifted his hand around so he could drop his thumb to my clit and stroke me.
With his free hand, Wells cupped my breasts, one at a time, and pinched my nipples until I bucked my hips against him. He stroked my throat, my cheek, and through my hair until his size no longer stung. “Ride me, baby. Show me how strong these thighs are and bounce for me.”
I gripped his shoulders, one smooth and the other ridged with scars, and squeezed his length inside me while I started to ride him.
I’d never been on top in any way before, but I wasn’t going to admit that.
I tried a few different things until one felt like absolute heaven and had my clit rubbing against his hard stomach with each bounce I made.
“That’s right, Memphis. Take it all. You’re going to be so full of my come.
I’m only sad I won’t see it painted all over your face.
” Wells gripped my thighs and used that grip to drag me up and down his length faster.
His eyes flared when he felt my body pulse around his.
“You liked that, didn’t you? Do you want our come coating you everywhere, baby? ”
Tension built in my core and I gasped like a fish out of water. Wells was fucking me hard enough that I couldn’t speak. I cried out his name and yanked at his hair while I came closer to another massive orgasm. “Wells!”
He tucked his head and sucked one of my nipples into his mouth, biting slightly before letting it pop free. His fingers bit into my hips, his shaft jumped inside me, and he looked feral as he stared at me. “I shouldn’t have touched your mouth if I wanted to last. You’re squeezing me so tight.”
I stiffened as pressure built throughout my entire body.
Sucking in a sharp breath, I threw my head back and felt the dams break.
I convulsed as pleasure shot through my limbs from my core and had me clenching down on him even harder.
Wells growled and jerked me down on his length once more before I felt his hot seed jetting inside me, coating my insides.
He clutched me close to his chest and held me tight as we both came together.
It was a silent orgasm, one that took my breath and voice away until it was finished, and even then all I could do was whimper and gasp against Wells’ chest.
His big hands stroked my back and pulled my sweat-dampened hair out of my face. “Damn perfect.”
“Remy?” Boone’s voice was still thick with pleasure.
“Just give me a minute.” Remy, on the other hand, sounded tense and angry.
I lifted my head and looked back to see him standing against the wall, as far away from me as he could get.
His face was pinched and his body was tense.
I glanced back at Wells and he gently kissed me before lifting me off him and helping me stand.
My balance was shot, but I still managed to move across to Remy on shaky legs without stumbling.
He kept his eyes closed, but I knew he knew I was close by the way the muscles in his jaw ticked. “Go back to Wells or Boone, Memphis.”
How my feelings could still be hurt after the orgasms I’d just had, I didn’t know, but they were. Still, I reached out to gently touch him, my fingers barely brushing his hard stomach. “I-”
Remy grabbed my hand and yanked me into his chest, knocking the air out of my lungs as he looked down at me with fire in his eyes.
Breathing hard, he gripped a handful of my hair and tilted my head back so I was arching into him.
“Goddammit, Memphis. I’m trying to regain some semblance of control.
You need to walk away until I can be sure I’m not going to be too rough with you. ”
My hurt feelings turned into something else entirely, something powerful and sexy. I looked up at him through my lashes and smiled sweetly while arching my bare chest even farther into him. “I’m not made of glass, Remy.”
He growled and pulled my hair harder. “You don’t even know what you’re asking for right now, sweetheart.”
My arms were trapped by my sides, but I could still touch his hips. I dug my fingers into his hard body and lifted my chin in a defiant way. “If I’m not mistaken, I asked for this whole thing. Me. I’m a big girl. I can handle you.”
Before I could utter another sound, I found myself pressed against the wall, my chest and cheek squished against it. Remy ground out his words next to my ear while he slapped my inner thighs to make me spread them open. “You’re not ready for me, little girl.”
I opened my mouth to argue with him when he pushed three fingers deep inside me.
I went up on my tiptoes and scrambled to find my balance as Remy immediately began fucking me hard and fast with his fingers.
I cried out his name, unsure if I needed a break already or if I never wanted him to stop.
It was too much, too fast, but I could already feel another massive orgasm rushing forward.
“Put your feet flat on the fucking floor, M.” He nipped my shoulder and rubbed his thumb over my ass. “Now.”
I sucked in big gasping breaths and tried to do as he said. I felt a wild need to please him and show him I wasn’t some little girl. I could handle him. Every time I managed to get my feet flat on the floor, he curled his fingers or pressed into my ass and I went back on my tiptoes. “Please, Remy!”
He pulled his fingers completely free and let me sag against the wall. “Get in the shower.”
Confused and upset at him, I opened my mouth to argue, but one look from him sent me scrambling for my clothing. I’d go shower, I guessed.
“In my bathroom, sweetheart.” He caught my arm and nodded towards a closed door. “Hurry.”