Chapter 33
Thirty-Three
Gentry
“Want help?” Remington asks, stepping up to the counter beside me.
Turning my head, I meet his gaze. His blue eyes shimmer as he smiles. “I wash, you dry?” I suggest, handing him a dish towel.
“Think I can do that,” he muses. “Thanks for dinner. It was delicious.”
“You don’t have to thank me for that. Glad you enjoyed it, though.”
“Lukas did too.” He chuckles. “Don’t think I’ve ever seen that boy scarf down food as fast as he did at dinner.”
I breathe out a laugh. “Gainin’ a teenage boy’s approval is a lot harder than you’d think, so I’ll take it.” Handing Remington the plate I just washed, I ask, “He asleep?”
It’s been a few hours since we found Lukas hiding in the treehouse.
After we brought him back to the house, he and Remington spent the rest of the afternoon watching movies on my couch while I finished what I needed to get done for work.
Once I got back, I cooked the three of us dinner.
It was…nice eating together. Like a family.
Remington nods. “Yeah. He’s exhausted. I’ll let him sleep until we’re done, and then I’ll take him home.”
“Why don’t you stay here?” The invitation rolls off my tongue with ease.
Raising his eyebrows, he says, “Are you sure?”
“Why the hell wouldn’t I be sure?” I chuckle. “Of course, I’m sure.”
The corner of his mouth lifts in a boyish grin as he shrugs. “I don’t know. You’ve got an early mornin’. Wouldn’t want to throw nothin’ off.”
“Ain’t nothin’ gonna be thrown off,” I murmur. “I like havin’ you in my bed.”
“Oh, is that right, daddy?” He waggles his brows. “Well, I like bein’ in your bed.”
“Not how I meant it, but that works too.”
Remington watches me for a moment, a look that warms my chest passing through his eyes. “Okay, we’ll stay.”
Once we finish washing the dishes, I make up the bed in the guest room before Remington carries him in.
The boy is out cold; he wasn’t joking when he said Lukas was exhausted.
Standing in the doorway, I admire them. The way Remington pulls the covers up and tucks him in, the way he looks at him, like a father looks at his son.
That day in the diner when Remington told me about Lukas asking him to take him in pops into my mind.
How unsure he was. He couldn’t understand why this boy would want him to take care of him.
But I saw it. I understood. And just like I thought, he had it in him.
In such a short amount of time, Remington has grown so much.
Catching me watching him, Remington flashes me a smirk that makes my stomach dip as he saunters over to me. “See somethin’ you like, daddy?”
“Yeah. You.”
I dip my head, sealing my mouth to his. He inhales sharply, melting into my touch.
I’ll never get used to this. To him. Us.
Yet another thing that’s grown in such a short amount of time.
It’s crazy how I’ve known Remington almost his whole life, never looked at him any which way, and now I can’t imagine not having him like this.
I can’t imagine not kissing him.
Can’t imagine not holding him in my arms, smelling his scent, tasting the salt on his skin after a long day.
“Take a shower with me?” I murmur against his mouth.
His lips curl into a grin, and he nods. “Abso-fuckin’-lutely.”
Remington grabs the towels while I start the water.
Placing them on the counter, he pads over to me, fingers coming to the buttons on my flannel.
Slowly, he pops them open, his gaze never leaving mine.
My stomach flutters, and my pulse kicks up as he slides the material off my shoulders, letting it fall to the floor.
“Thanks for your help today,” he murmurs. “Finding Lukas.”
“You don’t have to thank me.”
“Yeah, but I’m goin’ to anyway.” Next, he moves on to my belt, flicking it open and tugging it off. “I don’t think you realize how much you’ve done for me this year.”
“Could say the same thing about you,” I say, stepping out of my jeans once he shoves them down.
His eyebrows pinch while he removes my boxers next, leaving me standing naked before him. “What do ya mean?”
It’s my turn to undress him, and I’m going to enjoy every second of it. “Well, if it weren’t for your persistence and stubborn nature, I never would’ve gone through with pottery. You pushed me to do somethin’ I didn’t wanna do, and it actually helped me.”
Remington breathes out a small chuckle. “Yeah, well, my intentions weren’t always pure and out of the goodness of my own heart,” he admits, stepping out of his pants. “Really just wanted a reason to see you privately.”
My chest rumbles with a deep laugh. “Why am I not surprised?”
Once I rid him of the rest of his clothes, I pepper his neck and chest with soft, open-mouthed kisses. I revel in the way his body responds to me, how it always responds to me. He lets his head fall back onto his shoulders, and he groans with each gentle brush of my lips.
Stepping into the shower, the water is hot and relaxing as it washes over us.
Remington keeps his eyes on me as I wash his hair, taking extra care to massage his scalp.
Next, I move on to his body, my hands roaming over every inch of him.
He’s hard, so am I, but neither of us does anything about it.
At least not yet. After I rinse the suds away, Remington washes me next, taking his time and leaving no part of me untouched.
My body is on fire by the time we’re both clean, every inch of me lit up like live wire.
He makes the first move. With the water cascading down my back, he peers up at me from beneath his lashes, lust swimming in his gaze as he curls his fingers around my stiff length.
I hiss through my teeth as he pumps me slowly, the touch electric.
He brings his other hand up, roaming over the expanse of my chest. His fingers tweak and tug on my nipples, the sensation like a shot of arousal straight to my balls.
I keep my hands to myself for as long as I can, but it’s too much.
I need to touch him, make him feel this good too.
Remington’s lips part, my brows cinching together as he breathes out a soft moan when I stroke his hard, thick cock.
My hand wraps around the back of his neck, hauling his mouth to mine.
Our tongues tangle, tasting and stroking as I line my dick up to his.
They slip and slide, creating mind-numbing friction as we hold both of us in a tight fist. Our breathing mingles, steam from the shower billowing around us.
Remington’s hips rock into our grip, breathy moans falling from his lips. “More,” he whines. “I need more, daddy.”
Between the sight of him begging and the feeling of our cocks rubbing together, I’m a goner. I’ll give him anything he fucking wants if it feels this good. “Tell me what you need.”
His lip quirks, and his eyes darken. “To fuck you,” he husks. “I need to feel your big, strong, sexy body give over to me. Feel you stretch around me and take my cock.”
Fuck. Yes.
Fire erupts in my veins as I reach behind me and turn off the faucet. Not bothering with towels, we fumble our way into my room, mouths ravaging each other and our hands grappling anywhere we can reach. We collapse onto the bed, and I’m so turned on I could come already.
“Fuck, I need you, daddy.” Shoving me down on the bed, Remington runs his index finger along the underside of my cock, the touch featherlight.
He reaches into the drawer, grabbing the lube.
Climbing onto the bed beside me, he pours a glob of the slick gel on his fingers before handing the bottle to me.
He positions himself opposite of me, with his feet toward my head.
When I glance at him with confusion, he says, “Prep me while I prep you. I wanna fuck you first, but it’s my ass you’ll be comin’ in tonight. ”
“Jesus Christ,” I hiss, my fingers fumbling with the cap.
Remington lies on his side, facing me, and props my leg up. “Fuck, what a view this is,” he groans appreciatively before bringing slick digits up to my hole.
I suck in a sharp breath, a flash of heat zipping down my spine.
He strokes my cock while easing inside, slowly at first, and I do the same to him.
It’s hard to concentrate when one finger turns into two, curling inside of me and dragging across my prostate.
My body lights up, thrumming with need and arousal.
He plays me like a fucking fiddle, and I’m nothing but putty in his hands.
“Tell me, daddy,” he rasps, pulling his fingers out before getting up and positioning himself between my legs. “You like feelin’ my cock stretch you open, don’t you?”
A growl sounds in my throat. “You know I do.”
He smirks as he covers his length in lube.
After he rubs some on my hole, he lines himself up.
“I sure do,” he says as he sinks inside.
He doesn’t take his time, doesn’t ease in slowly, and I fucking love it.
His head drops back, and he lets out a long, low groan.
“Fuck, you feel so goddamn good, daddy.”
My muscles tense, and I grit my teeth, breathing through my nose while my body adjusts to his size.
“Relax for me,” he coos. Pouring a little more lube into his palm, he strokes my dick, giving me a moment to do just that. “There you go…”
Pleasure soars inside me, and by the time his hips begin moving again, I’m about ready to beg. Remington pulls out to the tip before sliding back in to the hilt, my eyes rolling back. He feels so fucking good. Too good. He feels like something I never want to let go of.
“Harder,” I pant, needing more. I want to feel him tomorrow when I’m on the ranch.
A growl rips from his chest as he shoves my legs back, grabbing the backs of my thighs in a bruising hold. My hole clenches around him as he flies in and out, his hips slapping violently against my ass, the sound reverberating through the room.
Thank god, the guest room is on the other side of the house.
“Yesss… Oh, fuck,” Remington chants between incoherent noises and ragged groans. “You feel so fuckin’ good, daddy. Got me close already. Fuckkkk.”
I reach down and jerk myself as he fucks me. The sight of him drilling into me only adds to the pleasure ricocheting through my body. His wet hair hangs messily over his forehead, eyes dark and hungry as they bore into me.
“Grab the lube,” he breathes. “Get ready for me, daddy.”
I’ve never moved as fast, drizzling the cool gel all over my cock, smearing it around with anticipation unfurling in my chest.
Remington slams into me once…twice…three more times before pulling out. Wasting zero time, he mounts me, lining the tip of my cock up to his slick hole. As he sinks down, we share a groan, my eyes rolling back at his tight heat surrounding me.
“Oh my god,” he cries out, not giving himself a single second to adjust before lifting onto his knees and impaling himself all over again.
A dark chuckle rumbles in my chest. “Look at you,” I rasp. “So fuckin’ needy for me.”
“I love it,” he breathes. “I love the way your fat cock stretches me.”
“And you take it so well,” I growl. “Like such a good fuckin’ boy.”
Remington whimpers as I grab his waist and hold him in place while fucking him from the bottom.
“Is this what you wanted?” I ask through gritted teeth.
Nodding, he sucks in air, words seeming to escape him.
“You want what only I can give you, isn’t that right?”
“Yes, fuck,” he gasps, his cock straining, the tip glistening with pre-cum. “Only you— Fuck!”
“That’s right, baby,” I rasp. “I’m all yours.”
Even though I’m holding him in place, Remington’s hips still try to rock of their own accord. He clenches his teeth, eyes slamming shut. “Oh god, daddy… Please!”
“Does my good boy need to come?” I wrap my fist around him, and his hole clenches as soon as I make contact.
“Yes…yes, fuck,” he moans.
“Give it to me,” I growl, pumping up into him harder, faster. “Show me how good only I can make you feel.”
As if on cue, his body tenses while his cock erupts.
Remington slaps a hand over his mouth as he cries out, the barely muffled sound setting off my own release.
Thick ropes of cum rip from my body, coating his insides as I throw my head back, stars dancing behind my eyelids.
Remington collapses on top of me, his chest heaving as he buries his face in my neck.
I pump myself into him through the aftershocks, my arms tight around his middle.
“Wow,” he says breathily after a minute.
“Yeah…wow.”
Chuckling, he rolls onto the bed beside me. “That was intense. Bein’ with you is always intense, though.”
“Hopefully, in a good way,” I tease, turning on my side as I prop my head in my hand.
“The best way.”
Leaning in, I press a kiss onto his lips. It’s slow, tender. The opposite of what we just did.
But it’s perfect.
Like Remington is for me.