Chapter Thirty
Remi
Alicia pulled my wallet out of my coat and handed it to me.
I unfolded it to pull the condom out of its spot in the deepest pocket behind my credit card.
The whole time she kissed my neck and ran her hands down my stomach until they slipped under my waistband causing my fingers to fumble.
I had to give up entirely when she gripped my shaft and pumped one stroke.
My balls drew taught, and precum dripped onto my boxers.
She turned her face to me. I bent to kiss her. The taste of her pussy mixed with the taste of her mouth, and the flavor made my head swim. She was familiar and new.
I tossed my wallet somewhere and took hold of her ass with one hand. Squeezing, I savored the way she spilled between my fingers.
With hurried movements, she pushed my pants and boxers down until she could slip her wet cunt up and down the side of my erection.
Her head fell back with a sigh, and I let my forehead drop to her shoulder watching where we met, her reddish-brown hair glistening at her mound’s deepest point. I licked my lips wanting to taste her again, if not for the insistent throb in my cock.
“Fuck,” I groaned, taking hold of her hip to keep her rocking.
The foil packet between my palm and the tabletop shifted, drawing my attention to her fingers tugging at it.
She tore it and rolled the latex down my shaft.
Her eyes met mine as she placed my head at her entrance.
I wanted to tell her how, what, I was feeling.
That she was everything to me. That my heart had been lost, and it’d found home as soon as I’d found myself face-to-face with her all those weeks ago.
But her amber gaze was molten.
And I couldn’t find the ability to speak.
Instead, I pushed into her inch-by-inch. Her head fell back, her mouth open in a silent moan. I slipped out almost completely pushing in again. Every muscle in my body tightened to keep my pace slow.
I knew nothing—not what this meant to her.
If this would be just once or . . . Kissing her, making love to her, might be the worst act I could do for the preservation of my heart, but I’d deal with the fall out later.
I would do anything for this. It didn’t matter what condition she left me in, I would do this again. And again. And again.
“I needed this,” she whined.
I could only nod.
“You have such a hold on me.” She hugged her arms around my neck. “Nothing feels this good.”
Cupping her jaw, I urged her head up to kiss her again. To fold our bodies, and souls into one. I never wanted to be separated from her again. I wanted to capture this. Us.
An old wound in my heart cracked open, and I begged silently, Let her love me too.
But I was willing to accept anything to feel her cunt tighten around my cock and hear the sounds she made as I plunged to her very limits over and over.
Our movements grew more urgent. Her fingernails dug into the flesh of my upper ass.
I snaked one of my hands up her shirt to pinch and circle her nipple.
Her gasps spurred me, and I heard the tear of her bra before I even realized what I was about to do.
I didn’t have time to offer to replace it before I lowered my head to pull her breast into my mouth.
She cried out, and I felt the ripples of her orgasm around my cock. Waves crashed over me. Her nipple fell from my mouth with a pop, and I fell atop her, gasping into her hair.
We were silent except for our panting breaths. She finally spoke, saying, “I cannot believe this table was able to take that.”
I chuckled. Pushing up to my elbow, I looked down at her. I’d have to pull out from inside her, and deal with the condom soon—just not yet. “Sorry about your bra. I didn’t mean to rip it.”
Her pleased smile grew slowly. “You did, though. You ripped the shit out of it.”
“I kinda lost my fucking mind.”
Her eyes darkened. “Me too.”
I opened my mouth, ready for those three words to fall out, but chickened out at the last moment. “Do you want to come to my place, or should I go grab my box of protection and come back here?”
My soul left my body in the breath of time before she spoke, and uncertainty flickered across her face.
But then, she ran a palm along the stubble of my jaw. “Your bed’s more comfortable than mine.”
“Good, I miss my pillows smelling like you.”
A naked Alicia lay draped across my chest, her hand rested in a gentle fist right above my heart.
We’d tossed my blankets and sheets, and we’d need them eventually, but for now our bodies were hot and slick with sweat.
My pulse slowly lowered to its normal rhythm.
For the first time in weeks, my brain was silent from the constant need for her. In its absence was peace.
Not even the aching desire for her to love me could whisper in my ear. Not when loving her was enough.
“Oh!” She shoved my chest.
I startled, opening my eyes that I hadn’t realized I’d closed.
“Shit, sorry, were you asleep?” she asked.
“Just somewhere in between.” I shook my head, a lopsided grin forming on my lips. “What’s up?”
“You can help me brush up on my euchre skills.”
“You’re thinking about euchre right now?”
“I was invited to play with the club next week.”
I winced. “There’s no ‘brushing up on your skills.’ Those women are going to annihilate you.”
Her jaw dropped and her eyes widened. “I can hold my own with a deck of cards.”
“No. Leese, you don’t know these women. It is the town’s hub for information, you should go, but they’re gonna wipe the floor with you.”
She shook her head, a blazing fire in her eyes.
“Okay, listen to me.” I ran a hand down her hip. “I know you’re good. You’re a top-notch strategist and a solid euchre player, but these women are . . . brutal. They’re gonna wreck your shit. It’s not your fault. You don’t stand a chance, Leese.”
“I do not accept defeat.”
“I know you don’t.”
She ran her tongue across her front teeth. “Have you ever been?”
“Women’s only club, but I’ve heard tale.”
“Been the subject of conversation there?”
“I’ve gotten that impression.” It wasn’t a big deal, everyone in town had been the focus of the club from time to time.
“What’s the big rumor about Remi these days?” The tilt of her lips was doing things to my brain—and the rest of me too. It was an invitation to play with fire.
“Right now?” My voice dropped a bit lower in a way I knew she liked. I took hold of her hip easing her onto her back—hypnotized by the bounce of her tits. “That my neighbor is my ex-wife.”
Fuck. I loved her laugh.
Her eyes were alight and mischievous. “Wouldn’t they love to hear about this development?”
“I know I’m fucking in love with it,” I said. Kneeling between her thighs, I ran my hands up her sides.
She trailed her touch along the front of my thigh to my pelvis, then to the strip of light brown hair trailing down to my already hard cock. “Jesus Christ, look at you.”
“Look at you,” I groaned, taking her breasts in both of my hands. Her hair was a mess splayed across my bed. The pale freckles on the bridge of her nose matched the few on her shoulders. She was all slopes and valleys. So soft, and strong.
Lowering, I trailed kisses down her shoulder. I had placed my mouth on every inch of her. It’d only made me hungry for more.
“Remi?”
Something in her tone made me freeze. I turned to face her; her lip caught between her teeth. “Yeah?”
“Can I see the photos you have of me?”
I snorted, completely caught off guard.
“I’m pretty curious,” she admitted.
A twinge of vulnerability twisted in my gut, but I agreed, “Show me yours, and I’ll show you mine.”
“Deal.” She rolled onto her stomach to army crawl to the edge of the bed, and I took the opportunity to give the full curve of her ass a playful slap.
First she gave a surprised gasp and then sighed as I kneaded her sensitive skin.
I placed a few more kisses on her spine.
Every movement was a distraction, but eventually we lay side-by-side on the bed holding each other’s phones.
“These are pretty tame,” she observed. “I’m not even naked in some of these.”
I placed a kiss on her temple, and muttered, “You make me into such a pervert, I can objectify you no matter what you’re wearing.”
I could hear the smile in her voice as she said, “Oh yeah?”
“Bring that puffy coat of yours next time, and we’ll act out one of my fantasies.”
Laughing, she rested her head on my shoulder and continued scrolling through my album of her.
She had fewer photos of me than I did of her, in them I was younger and skinnier.
Less wrinkles on my face. Less meat on my bones.
I envied that version of me, but not because of his youthful looks, but because he still had her.
But that version of me could never have ended up back here sharing a bed with her.
He was frankly too dumb to figure his shit out.
I would never return to him even if somehow I was offered the opportunity.
In one of the pictures, my old robe hung open, with a mug of coffee in my hand tipped so far it was about to spill.
A surprised intensity in my eyes made it clear that I was watching her just past the camera, and whatever she was doing to herself had me completely hard.
Another, she had taken as I leapt off a rock naked, a deep blue sea extended behind me.
It was a good picture, and my thighs and ass were flexed.
My thighs had always been her favorite feature of mine.
The last was a video, in it I was jacking off telling her how badly I wanted her with me.
My grip on my cock was white-knuckled, and the muscles of my arms and shoulders were bunched.
A vein strained against my neck, as I fucked into my hand.
“I need you,” I had groaned. “I love you.”
She went unnaturally still. I could feel the tug of her growing distant, like a wire around my heart tightening. All I wanted was to suspend this moment between us, to keep us here—clearly feelings weren’t the way to do that.
Not yet.
“Do me a favor,” I said, handing her the phone.
She lifted her eyebrows, and her nipples grew taught as I knelt between her thighs again, this time lowering to my elbows. “Watch me lose my fucking mind over you, while I get you off.”
“Oh, fuck, Remi.” Pink grew in her cheeks, and she licked her lips. Her knees fell open wider.
I grinned up at her devilishly. “Hit play.”
She did. I lowered my mouth to her sweet cunt, teasing her closer and closer to her orgasm while the younger version of myself said, “I love you,” over and over.