Chapter 5 – Remington
CHAPTER FIVE
The awfully big key
Remington
I have no idea what kind of entity has taken over my body, but my stamina is on point tonight.
We’ve been going at it for over thirty minutes, and I’ve been edging both of us since Minnie came around me the first time.
Each time one of us is about to reach orgasm, I pull back, make my thrusts shallower, even pause if need be.
I finally comprehend the word “edging.” I’ve heard of it, of course, and know what it means, but I’m not sure I was prepared for the intensity of actually doing it.
It’s truly like standing on the edge of a cliff and being pulled back at the last second.
The headrush is exhilarating, and I sense when we both fall over, that feeling is going to be amplified a hundredfold.
Minnie’s tight walls flutter around me, and I know she’s close. I am too. My cock is fuller than it’s ever been, throbbing and insistent to finally release, and words spill from my lips unbidden as our eyes hold.
“I’ve never felt this kind of connection with anyone before,” I tell her, a bit in awe of this bizarre and confusing emotion.
“I haven’t either. It doesn’t feel like we just met a few hours ago.” Her hands cup my face. “I…”
When she hesitates and tips her chin down, avoiding my eyes, I gently command, “Tell me, Minnie.”
She lifts her eyes to mine and sinks her teeth into her bottom lip. “It’s going to sound cheesy.”
“I don’t care. I want to know what you’re thinking.” Hell, I need to know what she’s thinking so maybe it will validate the crazy thoughts running through my own head.
“I was thinking this feels so right. I think I was meant to meet you tonight.” Minnie’s voice is a whisper, though the words sink into my bones as if she were screaming them. “It’s like we’re musicians in perfect harmony.” A shy grin crooks the corner of her lips. “That was the cheesy part.”
God. Yes. She’s in the same headspace as I am. I feel a sense of vulnerability with this woman, but oddly, it doesn’t scare me. It thrills me, and for the first time in my life, I want more.
“It’s not cheesy at all, baby. It’s beautiful.” I lower my head and kiss her lips with the utmost tenderness. “I don’t think I’ll be able to let you go after tonight.”
Minnie’s eyes are suspiciously wet. “I don’t think I want you to let me go.”
And that does it. The rawness in our admissions swirls around us, and I slide one arm beneath her torso and the other down to hold her round ass tightly against my pelvis, binding us together.
“Come with me, Minnie.”
Widening my knees, I surge deep inside her and grind my hips. Our bodies writhe, and we cling to each other, a mass of moans and utter elation enveloping us like a cloud as we fall.
Cries reverberate around the room as the bed squeaks beneath us, and I can’t stop looking at her, breathing in the syrupy sweetness of her breath and watching in amazement at how beautiful she looks when she comes.
The orgasm seems to last forever and yet not long enough. I’m in a fog, dizzy and delirious by the time it begins to ebb away. Minnie has pulled me into her orbit, and I don’t ever want to leave.
We breathe each other’s air as I press a kiss to Minnie’s lips. We’re both smiling like a couple of idiots. “Most incredible. Sex. Ever,” I tell her, meaning every word.
“Same for me. I’ve never come that hard before,” she says, smoothing her hands over the crisscrosses left by her fingernails up and down my back. “It was more than the sex though.”
I pull slowly out of her, and roll to the side, immediately missing the softness of her body. So I tug her to me and cradle her pretty face in my palm.
“It was way more than sex. I meant what I said. You’re the most captivating woman I’ve ever met.”
Her eyes are so soft, the happiness there reflecting my own. “So, you think you’d want to see me again?”
I almost laugh at the understatement. Instead, I say, “Sweetheart, just try and keep me away. I feel like…” Pausing, I try to find answers in the depths of her eyes because this is all so foreign to me. “I feel like we’re a lock and key who finally found each other.”
Jesus, now I’m the cheesy one, but I don’t even care. I think I could tell this woman anything, and she would meet me there without derision.
A smile widens Minnie’s lips, and she lifts one eyebrow, glancing down between us. “That’s an awfully big key you’ve got there, sir.”
I chuckle because, fuck… she is so damn cute. “Speaking of that, I probably need to take care of the condom.” Reluctantly, I rise and go into the bathroom on slightly shaky legs.
When I return, I retrieve Minnie’s purse and hand it to her. “I thought you might want to text your friend and let her know you’re safe. And that you’re staying the night with me.”
She smirks. “Oh, am I?”
“We still have five condoms left,” I reply. “Seems a shame to let them go to waste.” I deliver that with confident nonchalance, but inside, I’m a ball of nerves, hoping she agrees.
Minnie pulls out her phone and begins reciting what she’s typing. “Hey, I had some very mediocre sex with this guy, but I think I’m going to give him another shot. See you in the morning.”
“What?” I practically shout, propping my hands on my naked hips in indignation.
With a grin, she turns her phone so I can read what she actually typed.
Me: I’m still safe inside room 418. This guy is amazing, so I’m staying the night. Tomato soup for lunch tomorrow?
“Tomato soup?” I question, trying not to preen like a peacock at the amazing comment.
She shrugs one shoulder. “It’s like a codeword system we set up to let the other know our status, you know, in case someone is reading over our shoulder or forcing us to send a message. Tomato soup is comforting, so it means we’re safe.”
“And if you’re not?”
“We mention liver and onions,” she replies, and I laugh.
Sitting on the edge of the bed, my face falls serious, and I brush a strand of her hair from her neck. “I’m sorry women have to set up codes just to feel safe. It makes me want to punch all the asshole guys in the world.”
Minnie captures my hand and kisses my knuckles. “I think your arm would fall off if you had to punch all of them. But thank you.”
I flip my hand over and cup her jaw, softly, like it’s made of delicate glass. “You’ll always be safe with me.”
Her eyes are warm, a little browner now. “I know. I can feel that.” She leans forward and presses her lips to mine, and I slide my hand around to the back of her head, deepening the kiss. When we finally part, Minnie is breathless. “I need to use the bathroom.”
I stand and offer her my hand, helping her up. “If you want to leave me your phone, I’ll grab the charger from the pharmacy bag.”
She hands it over, and I notice she didn’t lock her screen, so after taking in an eyeful of Minnie’s ass swaying to the bathroom, I pull up her contacts and add my number under the name Remi. Then I retrieve the charger, plug it in, and hook up our phones on the small nightstand.
Something flips over in my chest, seeing them side by side. The sight is so simple, but there’s something very domestic and intimate about it.
My mind fast forwards to the future, to sharing a phone charger and so much more with Minnie. Every damn night. I drag my hand down my face and mutter, “Good lord, what has gotten into me?”
This is not me. I’ve always been a no-strings-attached guy, but I find myself wanting strings with Minnie. Hell, I want ropes and Velcro and zip ties.
Hmm, zip ties. There’s a possibility…
Before that dirty thought can bloom, she’s back. We climb beneath the covers, and I rest on my back, tucking Minnie beneath my left arm. She loops a leg over one of mine so she’s plastered to my side. I sigh in utter contentment.
Why the hell can’t I have this? Why can’t I have both a career and someone to come home to? Someone to share meals with. Someone to hold hands with beneath a blanket on the couch. Someone to talk to about everything and nothing at all.
Pushing thoughts of my parents’ failed marriage from my mind, I decide I can.
I’m not completely delusional. I’m fully aware I just met Minnie and this might be some kind of sex-fueled infatuation, but I honestly don’t think it is.
And I know I have to give this thing a shot with her.
Regrets would plague me forever if I didn’t.
Tomorrow morning, I’ll talk to her… see if she wants to try a real relationship with me.
Decision made, I flick off the lamp and plunge the room into darkness, though I can feel her face turned up toward mine. Leaning in, I find her mouth easily for a slow brush of lips.
“Have breakfast with me in the morning.”
She traces her fingers over my ribs. “You don’t have to get to the wedding?”
“Not till late morning, so I have time. I have some things I need to tell you.” Like the fact that I’m Billionaire Remington and not Hardware Joe.
I feel her nod before I hear her say, “Okay.” We’re silent, Minnie still caressing my rib cage and me drawing lazy circles on her shoulder with my thumb. I love the way we touch so easily, like it’s second nature. Her voice breaks the quiet. “Joe?”
Once again, I wince inwardly at the stupid name. “Yeah, baby?”
It surprises me when her voice is tentative. “Is sex always like that for you?”
I shake my head in the dark. “That was a completely new experience for me.” My fingers sift through her long, thick hair. “I never felt so invested, like I might die if I wasn’t inside another person.”
Her smile curls against my chest. “I felt the same, like a hundred people could have busted through the door, and there’s no way I would have wanted to stop. It was so…” She pauses for a few seconds. “It almost seemed tantric.”
Nodding, I twine a lock of hair around my index finger, the silkiness sliding along my flesh. “I’ve never practiced tantric sex, but I had the same vibe.”
Minnie’s fingernails notch between my ribs, and she scratches lightly. I never knew that was an erogenous zone, but I feel a stirring between my legs with every touch.
“Can I ask you something else?” she asks.
“Anything, but if it’s more about sex, my cock is definitely going to notice.”
She giggles, and the sound is sweet and addictive. “I’ll change the subject in deference to your eavesdropping dick.” I await her question, and once again, she surprises me. “If you could be any kind of bird, what would you be?”
A laugh bursts from my lips, and I kiss her forehead.
“I absolutely love your conversation starters.” I pull her a little closer as my mind rolls over.
Hell, all I can think of is Tweety, and I’m not fucking saying that.
Then I picture a large black bird, soaring through the air with all the freedom in the world. “Maybe a falcon?”
I feel her nod against my chest. “I could see that. They represent power and determination. You’ll need that to run your hardware empire.”
I chuckle. Just one more misconception I’ll have to explain tomorrow.
“And what kind of bird would you be?”
“Hmmm.” She nuzzles her cheek against my nipple, and my dick decides to wake up and fully salute her. “I would be a white owl. They symbolize courage and change, and you need the first to accomplish the second. I think it’s my spirit animal.”
That hangs in the air over the bed, a deep conversation blooming from a simple little question.
My eyes have adjusted to the darkness, and I can see her eyes glimmering up at me. “I think I could talk to you for hours and never get tired,” I admit.
Minnie’s palm slides from my ribs down to my cock, which is now hot and fully erect in her small hand.
“Is talking the only thing you want to do for hours?” she asks in a catlike purr, and I let out a low groan before grasping her hips and hauling her to sit astride me.
“I can think of several activities I could spend hours on with you.” I smack her ass lightly. “Now grab one of those condoms, and then I want you to ride my cock like you own it.”
Because baby, you do. In fact…
I think you own every part of me.