Chapter 52 – Mindy
CHAPTER FIFTY-TWO
The bestie
Mindy
“I can’t believe how well everything went last night,” I say as we drive down a surface street toward my aunt’s house.
“I told you,” Remi says, resting one hand on my knee. “I hope everything goes as well with your aunt tonight.”
I stroke the back of his hand with my fingertips. “It will. She’ll be happy for us.” Squinting at a familiar sign a few blocks ahead, I say, “Oh, can we stop at Target for a second? I want to pick up a bag of Takis for Aunt Lorraine. They’re her favorite.”
He turns on his blinker, and a few minutes later, we enter the store. “Have you ever even been inside a Target?” I ask, amused.
“Yes,” he scoffs. “My roommate and I shopped at Target all the time when I was in college.”
“I’d have guessed you just had anything you needed delivered.”
Remi shrugs. “We liked to go to the store late at night when we needed a break from studying. Plus, they had a line of T-shirts that were really soft. I had one in each color.”
We find the snack aisle, and I grab two bags of the salty treats for my aunt. “Need anything else? We could check out the makeup department.”
He shoots me a flat look. “I don’t think so. Do you really buy makeup from here?”
“No,” I say with a smirk, “but I used to. Now I’m spoiled since all Hale employees get a product allowance every month.”
We begin walking back down the aisle, but Remi pulls me to a stop, his head tilted to the side. “I love this song,” he says, a smile playing on his luscious lips. I hear the sultry lyrics to “I’ll Make Love to You” over the store’s sound system.
“Boyz II Men?” I ask, and he nods, taking the chips from me and setting them on a nearby shelf.
“Dance with me.”
“In the middle of Target?” I ask with a giggle as he pulls me against his tall, hard body. He’s wearing a soft sweater in a beige color that would look plain on any other man, but Remi manages to look like a male supermodel.
“I’ll dance with you anywhere, Mindy.”
I rest my cheek against his chest as he bands one arm around my waist, and we sway in circles right there in the snack aisle of Target, his hand warm in mine. It’s one of the most romantic moments of my life.
I’m truly the luckiest woman in the world.
“Thank you for the leftovers, Aunt Lorraine. Best chicken and dumplings ever,” Remi says, giving the older woman a kiss on the cheek. She blushes and swats at his arm, utterly charmed.
“Oh, you. Go on with your sweet self. And drive carefully.”
I hug her, and she stands on her front porch as Remi secures the three containers of food in the back of the SUV and opens my door for me. He cranks the car, waits until Aunt Lorraine is safely inside her house, and then drives off.
“She’s such a nice lady,” he comments. “Phoenix was lucky to find her when he was searching for a nanny. Apparently the agency sent him a bunch of idiots before they finally got it right.”
“She is an excellent nanny.” I slide my hand up his thigh. “Thank you for coming with me to talk to her.”
He looks down at my hand, a wicked grin curling over his lips. “I know a better way you can thank me.”
Easing my hand upward until I’m cupping his crotch, I purr, “Would it have anything to do with this weapon of vaginal destruction you keep in your pants?”
Remi chuckles and groans at the same time his cock hardens instantly. “Why don’t you put that hot little mouth on it and see what happens?”
I undo my seatbelt and lean across the console to suck on his earlobe. “I already know what happens when you have your cock in my mouth. Remember when you fucked my face in the hotel room?”
“Yeah,” he breathes, and I rub a hand up and down his length over his soft jeans. I love that I can affect this powerful man this way.
“I liked when you tied me up, held my hair, and made me take all that big, beautiful dick down my throat. It makes me horny just thinking about it.”
“Goddamn, baby,” he says, gliding his hand down my back to knead my ass. Then he spanks me. “Stop fucking taunting me and suck my cock like a good girl.”
Shit. Are we really doing this? In the vehicle?
Deciding to embrace my wild side, I undo his jeans, and he lifts his hips enough for me to work them down a few inches.
I reach into his black boxer briefs and find him hard and ready.
A pearl of moisture beads on his tip as he takes the entrance ramp onto the freeway.
I lick it away, and Remi’s breath hitches.
He slides his hand into the back of my leggings and finds my pussy with ease.
“Mmm, you’re soaked, Mindy. Does the thought of someone seeing you suck my dick get you excited?”
I know the windows are tinted darkly, but it still gives me a thrill, so I take him into my mouth and hum my agreement.
“God, you’re such a fucking dirty girl.” He plunges two fingers inside me. “I bet if someone saw you getting finger fucked in the front seat of my car while my cock is in your mouth, you’d probably come all over my hand, wouldn’t you?”
I moan around him again as he flicks at my clit with his ring finger. Saliva fills my mouth at the rich, musky taste of him, and I take him deeper.
“That’s it. You’re such a good little cocksucker for your man.” The your man part has me arching my back and pushing my pussy against his hand. I bob my head up and down, letting his girth stretch my lips as I roll my tongue around his crown on every upstroke.
The sounds of my slurping and his fingers fucking me fill the cab of the vehicle in a cacophony of lust and pleasure. We both increase our pace, and I can feel the intensity heating up between us.
“The guy in the car next to us is looking over here. I think he can see what we’re doing,” Remi says. I start to lift my head, but he takes his hand off the wheel long enough to push me back down on his erection. “Fucking suck it. Let him see what he’s missing.”
I’m about ten percent freaked out and ninety percent turned on by the thought, so I keep going, and so does Remi’s filthy mouth.
“I bet he’s going to cream his pants when he realizes I’m coming in your pretty little mouth.” A thrill runs down my spine as his fingertips drag across my G-spot, coaxing an orgasm to the surface. “Fuck yeah, baby. Clench that tight cunt around my fingers while I fill your throat with my cum.”
His dick swells in my mouth, and I reach down to cup his balls.
“The dude’s hand just disappeared from the steering wheel,” Remi updates. “I think he’s jerking himself off while watching us.”
I’m apparently some kind of pervert because that gets me off, and I come hard around his fingers, moaning on his cock as I somehow manage to keep my mouth pumping up and down.
“Fuck,” Remi grits out. His hips lift from the leather seat as simultaneous orgasms find us, and I feel the first spurt of his release against the back of my tongue.
I’m not sure how Remi manages to keep fingering me while also coming in my mouth and keeping the SUV on the road, but he does. Once we’re both spent, I pull off his softening dick and look up at him.
“Is the guy still watching?” I whisper, like someone can actually hear us.
He smirks and removes his hand from my pants, sticking his fingers in his mouth and lewdly cleaning them off with a whole lot of tongue. “There was no guy. I just thought it would get you hot.”
I gasp, but it quickly turns into a giggle as I sit up and tuck his penis back in his pants. “Who knew I had an exhibitionist streak?”
Remi winks. “Trust me. I know exactly what kind of little freak you are.”
Rolling my eyes, I refasten my seat belt just as Remi’s dashboard lights up with an incoming call from Antonio. He frowns and presses a button on his steering wheel to activate the speakerphone.
“Hey, Antonio.”
“Why do you sound out of breath? Were you working out?” the Irishman asks, and Remi bites his bottom lip, unable to hide his smile.
“No, just driving. Traffic is a bitch tonight.”
There’s a pause as Antonio attempts to work out why that would make his boss sound breathless. “Okay, whatever. I have a question for you.”
“Shoot.”
“Were you, by chance, dancing with a certain lovely redhead in the snack aisle of Target tonight?”
Grooves form on Remi’s brow. “Uh, yeah. Were you following me?”
“No, but someone caught you on video, and it just hit TMZ. They don’t know Mindy’s name yet, but it’s just a matter of time.”
I chew on my thumbnail as Remi sighs in resignation. “We knew that would be coming. Fucking vultures.” He drums his fingers on the steering wheel before saying, “The plan we talked about this week… go ahead and set that in motion immediately. I want you on Mindy. The other guy… what’s his name?”
“Noah.”
“Yeah, Noah can stick with me whenever I’m not with Mindy.”
“There’s already paparazzi outside your building, so make sure to use the garage. I’ll drive Mindy to the bakery in the morning and wait there for her. Then—”
I cut off their little discussion about me. “Hi, Antonio. Do I get a say in any of this?”
“No,” they chorus.
“Alrighty then,” I drawl, crossing my arms over my chest.
“It’s for your safety,” Remi says gently, glancing over while he drags the backs of his fingers down my cheeks.
I melt a little for him. “Some of them can get pretty aggressive. I thought since you knew Antonio, you’d feel more comfortable with him.
Plus, I trust him more than anyone since he’s the best of the best, so I want him to stay close to you.
I don’t mean to be bossy, but this is nonnegotiable, baby. ”
“Ah yes, Remington Hale, the least bossy man in the world,” I snark.
Antonio’s rumbly chuckle comes through the sound system. “I’ll pick you up in the morning, dear.”
“She’ll be at my apartment,” Remi announces, glaring at me and daring me to contradict him.
He’s impossible to argue with when he gives me that look, so I sigh and lean my head back against the headrest. I haven’t been staying overnight at his penthouse since we got back from Florida on Sunday, despite Remi’s pouting over the issue.