Chapter 18 Greer
Chapter eighteen
Greer
Should I want an overly attractive man I had an intense nightmare with to watch whatever is about to happen between me and the insanely hot man he has an open relationship with? Probably not. But can I stop myself from wanting it? No.
But it’s not only about wanting it. It’s about needing it.
When I saw Kai peeping through the crack of the door just as I had looked upon him through a different door last night, all my thoughts about the nightmare I shared with him fell to the wayside.
Especially with Remi’s—sorry, Remiel’s—hands everywhere, his hard length pressing into me through my clothes.
I’d give anything to feel him without that damned barrier.
My insides squirm, and Remiel’s hands nearly burn my skin. Fuck, it sounds odd, but I want to eat him alive. I lick my lips as if he’s a rare steak waiting for me to take a bite, and I swear the wily glimmer in his eyes says he’s feeling the same way.
“Are you sure, love?”
I meet Kai’s gaze. He’s emerged from hiding, casual in a fitted long-sleeved shirt and jeans. And in the warm light of the room, he glows. His lightly tanned skin is luminescent, reminding me of those angel paintings where the sun is shining God-rays around him.
I half expect a choir to begin singing. In this town, it’s highly likely it could happen, too. It also reminds me of Dream Kai and what he said he was: a Nephilim.
“Greer?” Remiel’s voice pulls me from going down that rabbit hole. Because there’s no way Kai’s not completely human. The very large and very hard cock pushing against the front of his jeans shows how real he is, no matter how otherworldly attractive he may be.
That’s not to say that Nephilim can’t have a dick; it’s not like I know the lore. I make a mental note to research that when I have an internet connection again.
“What was the question?” My voice comes out sounding like I’ve smoked a few packs of cigarettes and drank a bottle of whiskey.
Remiel’s mouth curves in that slow, knowing way that has my pussy tingling and says I’m in for a fun time.
Not that I ever doubted it—he radiates pure sex god energy.
I thought so yesterday when I saw him at the restaurant, even more so after the morning we spent together.
The fact that he feels like a dream beneath me doesn’t hurt.
I have no doubt this man could toss me around like a rag doll—and what woman, big or small, doesn’t want that?
“I asked if you were sure about Kai watching.”
I let out a slow breath. I can think about my weird nightmares, work, and everything else later.
For now, I’m going to let loose and have fun, be spontaneous and live the scene I played out in my head while I got myself off last night—sans one member.
I ignore the pang in my stomach that comes with that thought and focus on Remi’s hungry eyes.
“I’m positive.”
His smile turns sinful, and I take a moment to revel in it.
I bring one of the hands that was gripping the back of his neck to slide across his stubbled cheek.
The coarse hair against my palm makes me wiggle on his lap, and I imagine him eating my pussy, chafing the skin of my inner thighs with that stubble.
“Later,” he says before nipping at my fingers.
I don’t have time to question if he just read my mind or if I’m simply that transparent, because he’s snapping his fingers. His gaze remains on mine as he speaks. “Malachi, sit next to me.”
The bark of his command climbs up my spine, and my clit pulses.
I nibble on my lip but can’t draw my gaze away from Remi as I hear Kai walk closer to us.
His presence is warm and welcoming like the weight of a good blanket, the couch dipping as he sits close enough that he’s almost touching my thigh.
Both men are tall and large, but Remi’s thighs are slightly wider, more muscular.
I undulate my hips a bit, seeking purchase to ease the throbbing in my core.
Remiel’s hands on my hips halt the movement. He tuts. “Wait.”
My lower lip juts out in a pout, and both men chuckle. The warm vibration of their laughter skitters across my skin like the ripples of water on a still pond after you’ve plunked a pebble into it.
“Rules first, Greer.”
I relax my features, but my heart hammers in my chest. “You have permission to do what you want,” I say easily.
Remi’s fingers flex against my skin. “You said you’d let Malachi watch; I want to be clear that he does not have permission to touch you. Unless you’ve changed your mind?”
I turn my focus to the man who I kissed in my nightmare. His normal boyish and playful grin has been replaced by a look of desire. He scans down my body, stopping for a moment at the space where my pussy is poised over Remi’s hard length.
When his gaze meets mine again, the question in them is pleading.
He looks like he needs to touch me as much as I need to touch him.
But while my body is screaming at me to say yes, a petty part of me wants to punish him for what the nightmare version of him showed me last night.
My cheek twitches as an idea strikes me.
“No, he can only watch.” Kai’s Adam’s apple bobs in his throat, his jaw clenching as he swallows his disappointment. “But he can touch you.”
Kai’s frown lifts, and the amusement now on his face reminds me why I was so attracted to him in the first place.
He’s magnetic and fun. He draws me in, regardless of what happened in my sleep.
I want to kiss him for real, to taste him and see if reality is better than my dreams. But he gets to watch for now.
“Did you hear that, Malachi?” Remi asks.
“Yes, Daddy. I heard.”
Oh, fuck. I forgot about that. If my underwear weren’t wet already, they are now.
A rumbling growl echoes from Remiel’s chest, and I reach for his shirt. I caress my hands down his strong pecs, aiming for the hem of his sweater. I want to see his bare chest, to feel his strong muscles directly on my skin, but he stops me before I can.
I meet his gaze. “What, do you want me to call you Daddy now, too?”
He runs his tongue over his teeth, hands gripping the tops of mine. “Not yet.”
“Then when?”
He leans forward and takes the lobe of my ear between his teeth. He bites it before his breath skitters across my skin. “Not until I’m inside you.”
I shiver visibly, grinding myself over his hard dick until he hisses in my ear. “Then get to it,” I challenge.
Kai sucks in a sharp breath, and I pull back so I can see both men. The corner of Kai’s mouth is turned up, and his hand is resting over the erection in his jeans. He’s not stroking himself, but given how his jaw is ticking, I know he wants to.
“I know you like control, love,” Remi says, stroking my cheek so I give my full attention to him. “I can spot someone like me from a mile away. But right now, I’m in charge. Do you understand?”
I should balk, tell him I’d prefer if he was on his knees and doing what I ask of him, but Remi—I find I want him to take control. I want to be unburdened from thoughts like I was when we were skating earlier. It was nice.
And I’m not going to lie and say it doesn’t feel as if a bit of weight has been lifted off my shoulders. It would be enjoyable to continue with that feeling, especially during sex. And even though I just met him, I think I can trust him. “I understand.”
He tucks a piece of hair behind my ear and strokes my cheek. “If you don’t like something, you tell me to stop, and I will. Is that understood?”
I nearly say “Yes, Daddy” but keep it locked down. I find it funny I even want to call him that given I’ve never been into Daddy kink, but it feels natural. He really does give off Daddy energy.
I answer “Yes” instead.
“Malachi,” he says, a command in his voice, “will watch. He won’t touch either of us, nor will he touch himself. Is that understood?” He looks at his lover, and Kai doesn’t protest or pout, he simply agrees with another “Yes, Daddy.”
“Good boy.”
Oh, wow. Alright. That I liked. I’ve called a sexual partner a good boy before, but hearing Remi say it to Kai while I’m sitting on Remiel’s lap? Well, well. New kink unlocked.
Remi’s hands return to my waist, sliding them up under my sweater. They glide over the hills and valleys of my back and stop at the clasp of my bra. His eyes seek permission, and I duck my chin. I want him to strip me bare, show Kai what he’s missing.
He deftly undoes the clasp, the cups of my bra shifting so the bottom of my heavy breasts fall free. The straps on my shoulders sag, but since I’m still wearing my sweater, it doesn’t come off. I expect him to move his hands to the hem, but instead, he moves them forward.
The tips of his fingers trace the underside of my boobs, and I visibly shiver. His fingers are warm but slightly rough. He sweeps them in a torturous motion, back and forth, back and forth. I groan and nearly yell at him to get on with it already, but I told him he could have control.
Remi’s lip twitches at my visible annoyance, but the bastard continues to torturously stroke the sensitive flesh. Every other brush of his fingers creeps higher toward my nipples but then comes back down again before he reaches them.
A low whimper escapes my throat when he just touches the outer edge of my areola but pulls back again. “Remi.” His name comes out like a plea.
Fingers gently pinch the skin of my left breast. The pain is jarring but sends another wave of arousal through my already overheated core. “What did I say you must call me when you’re on my lap, love?”
“Remiel.”
“Yes, make sure you remember it. Call me Remi again, and I’ll put you over Malachi’s knees and spank your delicious ass red.”