Chapter 43 – Mindy
CHAPTER FORTY-THREE
Beelzebub and abrupt changes
Mindy
A FEW MINUTES EARLIER
I shuffle my fingers against my scalp, turning off the hair dryer and hanging it on the little hook on the wall. My hands tighten the sash of my robe, and I sigh. I’m going to need to change before Remi knocks on the door and lets me know he’s ready to get some work done.
I don’t want to though. This is the softest damn robe I’ve ever worn. It’s like being hugged by a cloud, the fabric caressing my already sensitive body. Sensitive because I dozed off in that phenomenal soaking tub and had an erotic dream about my damn boss.
Fuck.
I’m so turned on right now. That stupid backward hat had me thinking all kinds of things today. Dirty things… naughty things… inappropriate things.
Inappropriate because he’s your boss, I remind myself, but my vagina seems to have missed the memo. Maybe I should slap a Post-it Note on my crotch as a reminder. No Hales allowed.
Parting my robe, I reach between my legs, finding the spot damp, and not from the bath. I mime smacking a sticky note onto myself and groan. The sound of flesh on flesh only ramps up my desire.
Screw this. I need to get off before that backward-hat-wearing, devil-tongued man summons me.
Summons me… oh god. The thought of that long index finger beckoning me toward him makes the ache between my legs intensify. Not to mention the other things I remember that finger doing.
My head hits the pillow, and I bounce slightly on the bed. I don’t even remember walking into the bedroom space, but here I am, robe pulled wide and legs spread even wider.
I imagine my small fingers are his larger ones as I drag the tips over the lips of my sex. My natural lubrication aids in the slide as I circle my clit. Clamping my lips closed—because having Remington Hale hear me getting myself off is the last thing I need—I dip a finger into my pussy.
With my eyes closed, I push deep, bowing my neck back until my head smooshes into the pillow. His free hand glides smoothly up between my breasts until it finds its rightful place around my throat. I groan at the command in his deep voice as he calls me his good girl.
Adding another finger alongside the first, I revel in the stretch, arching my lower body upward to meet my own thrusts.
CHIRRUP.
I ignore the noise as my pussy grows wetter, rocking my hips against my hand.
CHIRRUP.
What the fuck was that? I slow my movements and turn my head toward the direction of the sound. On the pillow next to my head, beady black eyes separated by two creepy-ass antennae stare back at me, and I let out a scream that could shatter a diamond.
I launch myself off the bed like a pole vaulter, scrambling across the floor and up onto the dresser that sits against the far wall.
Risking a look at the bed, I see the offensive creature is still on my pillow, though it’s turned its crusty black body toward me.
The motherfucker is looking at me, and I scream again.
The door beside me bursts open, and Remi slides in on bare feet, his head whipping from side to side. “Mindy!” he yells before noticing me standing on top of the dresser like a psycho. “Mindy, what the fuck is going on?”
“Cricket,” I manage to squeak out. “On my bed.”
He looks. I don’t. Instead I clamp my eyes shut and press my palms against the wall behind me for balance. Then I feel hands on my waist.
“Come on, baby. I got you.” He lifts me effortlessly, and I wrap my arms and legs around him, koala style, and bury my face in his neck. “You’re okay.”
“Don’t put me down,” I order. “There could be more of them on the floor. There’s probably a whole-ass orchestra of them.”
My eyes are clamped firmly shut, but I feel movement, my body so tight against his I can feel his chuckle. “An orchestra?”
“That’s what a horde of crickets is called,” I tell him, hearing the door close. “Crunchy little bastards. I think he wanted to bite me.”
One of his strong arms is beneath my ass, the other hand stroking a soothing line up and down my back. “I’m not sure crickets bite, sweetheart.”
“I bet this one would. He was some kind of demon cricket, just sitting on my pillow and watching me…” I halt my words because, yeah, I’m not admitting what Beelzebub the cricket was watching me do.
Remi sets me gently on the couch in his room, and I crumple down against the back of it, wrapping my arms around my knees. His fingers sift through my hair, and I finally open my eyes, finding his slightly amused but mostly sympathetic.
“Just wait here. I’ll take care of it.”
I nod and hug my knees tighter. My teeth grind together as I prepare to hear the sounds of an epic battle, but the only thing I hear is the sound of a toilet flushing. And then he’s back with my purse and my suitcase, which he leaves beside the closed door.
“The beast is now resting in his watery grave,” he says with the hint of a smile as he sits beside me.
“Thank you,” I gush gratefully. “I don’t think I can go back in there. I know I’m being stupid, but those things really freak me out.”
“You’re not being stupid, and I have an extra room you can sleep in.” He picks up my right hand and lays a kiss along the back of my knuckles. And then he freezes.
Oh. Shit. That’s the hand I was using between my legs a couple minutes ago.
Remi’s eyes turn the color of dark chocolate as he runs my fingers beneath his nose. “What were you doing in there, Mindy?” His voice… mother of god, the man’s deep voice is the exact one I was fantasizing about.
I attempt to pull my hand away, but his tightens around my wrist. “N-nothing,” I stutter before swallowing hard. “My room, my business.”
His lips quirk up knowingly on one side, and holy shit, he’s still sniffing my motherfucking fingers. “Unless you were thinking about a certain someone. Then that would make it his business too, correct?”
“I-I don’t…” The words catch in my throat when Remi circles the tip of his tongue around the end of my middle finger.
“Hmmm,” he growls. “This tastes familiar.” Then my entire finger is inside his mouth. He sucks. He laps. He doesn’t leave a molecule of… me… on my skin. I watch with my mouth gaped open when he pulls off with a pop and gives my index finger a test lick. “This one too? Naughty girl.”
Dear sweet baby Jesus. Now he’s sucking that finger as well and just as thoroughly, his tongue rough and wet and incredibly provocative. When he’s finished, he drags his tongue up the length of my ring finger and frowns, not finding my taste there.
“You only used two?”
I squinch my eyes shut in humiliation because it’s obvious he knows exactly what I was up to on that bed. My head bobs in a nod of admission, and he’s silent until I open my eyes again.
His face is an inch from mine, a smirk curling up the corners of his mouth.
“Sweetheart, I think we both know if you were thinking of my cock fucking you, you would need at least three fingers.” He brushes his thumb over my bottom lip, his hot gaze following the movement.
“And you were thinking of my cock, weren’t you? ”
Maintaining some sense of defiance, I raise my chin. “Of course not.”
He chuckles and grips the back of my head, pulling me forward until his lips rest just below my ear.
My face is pressed against his shirt, and I can smell the scent of his sweat there.
It’s not unpleasant at all. No, it’s enticing as hell, reminding me how he smelled after he ravaged my body seven years ago when we lay on that bed panting in each other’s arms.
“My mouth then? While you were playing with that pretty little pussy, were you thinking of the way I would devour you?” His teeth scrape against my flesh. “Don’t fucking lie to me, Mindy.”
I’m an inferno of need as his tongue loops a circle in just the right spot to have my sex clenching on itself. This man is seduction on legs, my greatest weakness, and I can’t refuse his command.
“I was thinking of your hand around my neck,” I breathe out, and I feel his smile against my skin as his hand slides around to grant my wish. Fuck, the real thing is better than any fantasy.
“Good girl.” He rewards me with a soft suck. “What else?”
“This fucking backward hat,” I grumble, pulling it off and tossing it to the side as he chuckles. I drag my fingers through his messy hair. “And I was thinking of you calling me your good girl.”
Remi groans against my neck before lifting his head to face me. His pupils are dilated, the brown irises pulsing in his heavy-lidded gaze. “My good girl? You want to be mine, sweetheart?”
Christ on a cracker. My head bobs up and down without me giving it permission to do so. His eyes close for a long moment, and I’m trying to decipher what he’s thinking before his lids lift and I’m met with his molten gaze, some kind of determined decision flitting through the depths.
“Fuck it,” he mutters, using his hold on my neck to slam me down onto the seat of the couch. Then his mouth is covering mine as he stretches out on top of me, his erection bulging against my hip.
He tastes like heaven, a mixture of bourbon and me on his tongue. We eat at each other, nipping and sucking as our bodies writhe together on the luxurious black upholstery.
I try to reposition myself so his cock is directly against my core to give me the friction I’m craving, but he stops me with a hand on my hip. “Not yet, baby. I plan to worship this body before I’ll allow you to come.”
“I can’t argue with that plan,” I murmur against his lips, feeling them crook up into a smile.
Remi pulls back and looks down into my face, his fingers drifting across my cheek. “You make it hard for me to breathe, Mindy.”
With a slight nod, I whisper, “Same.”
He kneels between my legs, fingers trembling slightly as he unties my sash and slowly parts my robe. His eyes rove up and down my body, from my tits to my pussy. Then his hand traces the same path, pulling goosebumps to the surface.