Chapter 47 Maeve
MAEVE
I was still shaken from the dance when we dropped Owen off at Remy’s parents’ house. We’d already dropped off Maddy, Owen’s date, and Remy and I had both made an effort not to watch as Owen walked her to the door.
We’d sat in the front seat in awkward silence instead, waiting for Owen to say goodnight before taking him home.
Now Remy and I were alone again in the front seat of the Hummer, the silence thick and heavy between us.
I couldn’t speak for him, but the slow dance had scared the shit out of me. Up until then, I’d been able to tell myself I was having fun with the Butchers, that we’d just been thrown together by a set of weird circumstances and were just making the best of it.
Even my fantasies about staying, about having a real relationship with the three men who’d hunted me in the tunnels, had felt like exactly that: fantasies.
But swaying in the high school gymnasium with Remy’s arms around me hadn’t felt like a fantasy. It had felt terrifyingly real, my emotions raw enough that tears had sprung to my eyes and my heart had raced with fear.
“Want to get ice cream?”
I turned to look at him and my heart skipped a beat. He was always beautiful, but tonight he looked elegant in black slacks and a deep green button-down shirt that set off his eyes, his blond hair still unruly enough to make him look rakish. “Ice cream?”
He smiled. “Yeah. Isn’t ice cream a thing people do on dates?”
“I guess so.” I nodded. “Sure, let’s get ice cream.”
It was cold outside, but the Hummer was nice and toasty. Ice cream sounded good.
We drove to a local stand that was open late just outside of town and ordered double scoops. Remy got double chocolate chunk and chocolate chip, I got chocolate peanut butter and butter pecan, which Remy called an old lady ice cream flavor.
Sucked to be him if he didn’t know how good butter pecan was.
“Overlook?” Remy asked when we got back in the Hummer.
“Sure.” The ice cream had been a good idea. It had broken the spell of our dance, and we talked about how weird it was to see our younger siblings grow up while we licked our ice cream and Remy drove us up the mountain to the overlook.
There were a couple other cars there, pointed at a view of the valley below, a few lights still twinkling under a crescent moon.
Remy parked the Hummer at the far end of the small lot and turned off the engine.
“I haven’t been up here in forever,” I said, finishing off my cone. “It’s so pretty.”
“It is. And quiet.” He turned to look at me. “Thanks for coming with me tonight.”
“Thanks for inviting me. It was really fun.”
“Everything’s fun with you.”
Embarrassed, I looked out the windshield. “Stop.”
He stretched out his arm and stroked the back of my neck. “It’s true. I can’t remember what life was like before you.”
I looked over at him. “Honestly, same.”
“Really?” He sounded surprised.
I nodded. “I remember what things were like way before, when June…” I took a deep breath. “When June was still alive. But then there’s kind of this… empty space until I came to live with you for the first time.”
I didn’t want to tell him the truth: that the year and a half before that had seemed colorless and two dimensional. That I’d been like Dorothy in Kansas, and the Butchers had been my Oz, bringing everything to life.
It sounded too trite, too sappy.
“I really like having you live with us.” His voice was soft, his eyes like amber in the moonlight.
“Me too.”
He leaned over to kiss me and I held my breath in the moment before his lips touched mine. They were impossibly soft and sensual and I sighed when he licked the seam of my lips and slipped his tongue into my mouth.
He slid one hand into my hair and cradled my face, angling his head to take the kiss deeper. I disappeared into it, into him, the stroke of his tongue erasing all of my earlier fear.
The emotional stuff was hard and scary, but this? This was easy, elemental.
There was no need to think. All I had to do was heed the call of my body, and I leaned in, hungry for more of him.
He pulled me over the Hummer’s console and onto his lap and I accidentally hit the horn. It blasted through the night like a siren, and we froze, then burst into laughter.
“Come here, you little wrecking ball,” he said, settling me on his lap.
My dress was hiked up around my hips as I straddled him. His cock was already hard, and a shot of lust ran through my body when my throbbing pussy nestled against it.
His kiss turned feverish, my face in his hands. I couldn’t get close enough, and I tugged at the hair at the back of his head and molded my body to his.
We were both gasping when he broke the kiss and he pulled down the top of my dress.
“How is your skin so soft?” he murmured against my tits, still inside the black bra I’d worn under the red dress. “And how do you smell so good?”
He pressed his lips against my chest and pulled down the top of my bra, and I kissed his head as he took one of my nipples in his mouth. My pussy was slick with desire and moved on his dick, desperate to feel the pressure against my cunt even through his pants.
He sucked my nipple, his tongue hot and urgent as he palmed the other one.
The promise of his cock inside me was the only thing that gave me the strength to pull his mouth off my nipple and I reached for his zipper and unfastened his pants, freeing his cock as he slid my dress up around my hips.
His hands smoothed a path over my thighs and he grabbed onto my ass, bare thanks to my thong underwear.
“Hang on, killer.” I gasped as he lifted his hips to fish in his pocket for his wallet. The friction against my clit was almost enough to send me over the edge. I’d stopped thinking about anything but feeling him push inside me.
He removed a condom and I took it from him and reached between our bodies to smooth it over his hard dick. He pulsed in my hand, moaning as my palm closed around him.
“Fuck…” he gasped. “Fuck.”
I positioned myself over his thick head and he guided it to my entrance. It was enough to make me draw in a sharp breath, my cunt sensitive and ready for him.
I bent my head to kiss him, our tongues tangling in a heated dance.
His fingers dug into my hips as he pushed me onto his dick, thrusting up into me at the same time.
I cried out in his mouth, the pleasure that washed over me so total I felt like I’d been shocked. My nipples tingled until they almost hurt and goosebumps rose on my back and arms.
His tongue dove deep into my mouth as he became fully seated inside me and I moved my hips, already seeking the friction on my clit and the orgasm that came with it.
He moved with me, his tongue stoking fires in my mouth that traveled to the far corners of my body, his dick filling every inch of my soaking pussy.
Straddling him brought us closer than ever before, our bodies molded tightly together, every point of contact a hot brand on my fevered skin.
We were both driving toward release, but this wasn’t the same fevered fucking we’d done with Poe. I moved my hips to grind slowly and thoroughly on his dick, savoring every inch of his slide inside me and the pressure on my clit.
He gasped as he thrust, his mouth molded to mine, neither of us wanting to break the kiss as he pushed into me again and again. I kept my mouth locked to his even as my orgasm built at my center like an unstoppable tide.
I wanted his mouth on me when I came, wanted his tongue filling me the way his dick filled my cunt.
He was close too. I felt it in the faster movements of his hips, heard it in the moan he let loose in my mouth.
I didn’t know where he ended and I began and there was no room for the fear that would have normally gripped me at the thought.
There was only Remy’s body molded to mine, his tongue sweeping my mouth as we both rode the wave of our impending release.
We came together. My body shuddered against his and shook with the force of his orgasm as he tunneled through my swollen channel.
The car was filled with our muffled moans, our sharp and shallow breaths, and I held onto his shoulders and used the leverage to grind on him, trying to eke out every ounce of pleasure.
When my orgasm finally ended, I pulled away from his mouth with a gasp and tipped my head against his shoulder, my chest heaving as I tried to catch my breath.
He smoothed his palms over my hips and ass, kissing my neck, my exposed shoulder, every patch of skin he could find.
I didn’t lift my head until my breathing had returned to normal.
I dropped a kiss on his lips and he held my face in his hands. Even in the faint light I could see the emotion on his face.
“Maeve, I— ”
I put my fingers over his lips before he could finish, panic rising inside me.
I wasn’t ready for this. There was too much undone. Too much of my old life that still stalked me like a ghost.
“Not yet.” I saw the flash of pain in his eyes and put my hands to his cheeks. “I feel it too, I promise. But just… not yet. Please.”
He nodded, slid his arms around my waist, and pulled me close. He buried his face in my chest and I held his head in my hands, wondering for the first time if I might really have a life after June.