Chapter 49 – Mindy
CHAPTER FORTY-NINE
His mouth should be studied by scientists
Mindy
“My tongue literally aches to be inside your sweet little cunt.”
I almost spit out my drink when Remi comes up behind me and whispers that in my ear. He has the nerve to look surprised when I spin around, coughing on my champagne.
“Oh my. Are you okay, Mindy?” he asks, the picture of innocence as he hands over a handkerchief from his pocket. “You should make sure you swallow before you try and talk.” His eyes sparkle with mischief on the word swallow.
Dabbing at my lips, I glare at him before turning back around to the man I’d been speaking with. He’s an old golf colleague of my dad’s, one of the men who’d come to Mom’s funeral.
“Sorry about that, Steven. Guess it went down the wrong way,” I apologize with a feigned laugh as Remi’s hand slides surreptitiously down my bare back. I do my best not to shiver at his every touch. The man has been driving me insane for the past two hours.
“That’s okay,” the older man assures me. “Like I was telling you, I remember the first time your dad brought you out to the golf course. You were only three. I was there when you made your very first putt.” Steven smiles fondly. “Of course, it was only about a foot, but you nailed it.”
Remi leans toward me and whispers, “Speaking of nailing, I’m gonna be nailing you to the mattress in about thirty minutes.”
My eyes widen, but thankfully Steven didn’t seem to hear. I slyly dig my elbow into Remi’s side, and he grins devilishly down at me.
“And now look at how well she’s putting,” he says. “Did you see that thirty-footer she hit today?”
Steven nods enthusiastically. “On the ninth hole? That was a good one.” He smiles at me. “Your driving was good too. You’ve got a nice, firm grip.”
“I agree,” Remi says with a straight face. “Mindy does grip the shaft quite nicely.”
Dear. God. I’m going to kill him.
“Well, I’ve bent your ear long enough with my rambling. It was just so good to see little Mindy again,” Steven says, shaking his head fondly. “You’ve grown up just as pretty as you were when you were a little girl.”
“I have to agree about the pretty part,” Remi says, placing his hand on the small of my back. The look he’s giving me could make a nun swoon.
“Well, thank you both for making me blush,” I say.
Steven clocks the position of Remi’s hand, and he grins. “Your dad would be awfully proud of you.”
“Thank you,” I say, giving the old guy a big hug. “Make sure to call me if you ever get down to Houston.”
His eyes brighten. “I was thinking of going to the PGA Championship down there this year.”
“I have tickets,” Remi pipes up. “Mindy and I will talk about it, and if we decide to go, she can let you know.”
My heart swells like an overinflated balloon.
He said if we decide to go. It may seem like a small thing, but that type of consideration was something I never got in my marriage.
Twatface would always inform me that he, his mother, and I were going out to dinner or away for the weekend.
I never got a say. Resentment built and built without me even realizing how bad it had gotten, until I finally woke up and noticed how small I’d made myself.
But Remington Hale doesn’t make me feel small. He makes me feel important and prioritized.
As soon as Steven excuses himself, I look up at Remi and blurt out, “I love you.” His eyes crinkle with his grin, and the brown of his irises goes light as caramel.
I glance down, a little embarrassed at that impromptu admission, but he grips my chin and lifts my face to his, like he knows exactly what I’m thinking.
“I’ll never get tired of hearing that, baby, so you tell me any time you get the urge. Understood?” I nod, and he kisses my lips softly.
That’s another thing I’ll have to get used to. Roger was completely against any kind of affectionate display, even in our own home. He said it would make other people uncomfortable… specifically his mother. But Remi doesn’t give two fucks what anyone else thinks. He loves me loud and proud.
“I love you,” I say again, this time with my head held high.
“I love you too. Now allow me to escort the love of my life to the dance floor so I can tell her what I’m going to do to her once we get back to the hotel.”
“You’ve been telling me all night,” I point out as he guides me to the wooden dance floor, removing his jacket and hanging it on the back of a chair on the way. “I don’t think you have enough stamina for all these things you’re promising.”
His eyes glitter as he pulls me hard against his body. “Sweetheart, don’t be fooled by last night’s activities. I was holding back.” I gasp, and his grin is the picture of wickedness. “I went easy on you because we needed sleep since we had to play golf today.”
“And tonight?”
He leans down and whispers into my ear. “Tonight I can have you as many times as you’re able to take me. Tonight I plan to fuck you until your body is limp and sated.”
I swallow hard, but apparently, he’s not done. “First of all, I’m going to tongue that pretty little pussy of yours. I love the way you taste, and I’m feeling a little deprived that I only got to taste two of your orgasms last night.”
My hand smooths against the shoulder of his black dress shirt. “That sounds terrible for you,” I say with mock concern.
He chuckles into my ear. “Oh, it was, baby. I’m addicted to your pussy, so I plan to spend a considerable amount of time between your legs until I’ve had my fill.
My cock is going to be rock hard because your sweetness makes me so goddamn feral, but I’ll fuck the sheets while I devour you until I come all over the place.
And then I’m going to continue feasting on you until my dick is hard again. ”
My damn uterus skips a beat, and I press my open mouth against his shoulder, biting down to keep myself from moaning loudly. I know I’m probably leaving makeup stains, but I can’t bring myself to care. This man’s filthy mouth should be studied by scientists.
Oh, but he’s not done yet. “Once my appetite is satisfied, I’ll tie you to the headboard, straddle you, and feed you my cock. Then you’re going to deep throat me, sweetheart, just the way you know I like it. I want to hold you by the hair and fuck your face until I blow.”
He groans into my ear at the thought, the sound rumbling through me and raising goosebumps up and down my spine. Remi soothes them with his warm hand.
“After I’m done with your mouth, I’ll slide up behind you and wrap my hand around your slender throat so I can feel you swallowing my cum.”
“Oh god,” I breathe.
“Mmm, my girl likes a hand necklace, doesn’t she?” His thigh slips between mine, and he pulls my lower body tighter against him so the pressure on my pussy is absolutely mind blowing. “My cock will be nice and wet from your mouth, so I’ll slam myself into you until my balls slap your clit.”
On and on, he goes, telling me in great detail about how he’s going to fuck me, eat me, and fuck me again.
“Remi,” I warn, “you’re about to make me come.”
He looks down at me for the first time in a while, and I guess he can read it on my face. A smile curls his lips as he spins us into a corner of the dance floor and behind a column.
“Let go, Mindy,” he commands. “You fucking come on my leg like you’re going to come on my face and my cock later.”
I should be ashamed of myself, but this man has my brain completely scrambled, so I grind down on his hard thigh. “Fuck,” I say before biting his shoulder again.
“That’s my good girl. Show me what an obedient little slut you’re going to be for me tonight.”
I come. Hard. And he talks me through it the entire time, holding me close and somehow still swaying our bodies like we’re actually dancing.
Once my shudders have subsided, Remi nuzzles his nose against mine. “You ready to go back to the hotel now?”
I’ve never left a party more quickly.