Chapter 76 – thiago
Seventy-Six
thiago
Amischievous smile curves her lips.
“I’m right here.” She steals another quick kiss. “What’s stopping you?”
“I have an ice cream date.”
She blinks before throwing her head back in laughter.
“Zara has you wrapped around that little finger of hers, doesn’t she?”
“Guilty.”
“That’s okay. I owe her.”
I pull back. “Owe her?”
She nods. “Zara is part of the reason you eventually won me over.”
“How’s that?” I ask, kissing along her jaw.
“Watching you with her. You were so good with her and so patient. She adores you, baby.”
“I love her too.”
“And you let her put ten ponytails in your hair. I still have those pictures, by the way.”
“For legal reasons, right?”
“For legal reasons,” she says with a smile.
Her fingers slide into the curls at the nape of my neck. “And you saved her, Thiago. I’ll never stop being grateful for that.”
I kiss the center of her palm. “I’d do it again.”
“I know.”
“I have something for you,” I say, reaching into my back pocket.
Her eyebrows lift when I pull out a watermelon lollipop. She takes it from me with a laugh, then unwraps it.
“I was just craving something sweet too.”
“Yeah?”
“Yeah,” she breathes, slipping the candy into her mouth, then slowly pulling it free and brushing it against my lips. She glides it back and forth before giving it another teasing lick.
“Your family is watching,” I whisper, tightening my grip on her.
Remi glances toward the bleachers.
Zara has both hands pressed to her mouth, blowing exaggerated kisses our way. The second Matteo realizes what she’s doing, he covers her eyes with one hand and turns her toward him.
Remi bursts out laughing.
“Then take me somewhere they’re not.”
“I love Zara, but I might have to take a rain check on that ice cream.”
“But you promised her.”
“She’ll forgive me.”
“Only if you buy her extra sprinkles.”
“I’ll buy the entire damn shop if it means getting you to myself.”
I set her down, keeping one arm around her waist until her feet are steady. She slips the lollipop back between her lips, takes my hand, and pulls me toward the parking lot before I can decide whether leaving our entire family behind is a terrible idea.
Looking back, I catch Matteo staring at me, shaking his head, and I grin before continuing after her.
“What?” Remi asks.
“Nothing.”
She leads me between the rows of parked cars, and my attention drops to the sway of her hips beneath her racing suit. She’s already unzipped it halfway, revealing the fitted black tank underneath. Every step makes it harder to remember that I promised a seven-year-old ice cream.
The moment we reach the truck, Remi turns and backs me against the driver’s door.
“You’re moving too slowly, Braga.”
I wince. “Ouch. Haven’t heard that one in a while.”
“You can earn the upgrade after you fuck me in your stock truck.”
“Don’t hate on the truck.”
Remi laughs, fists the front of my shirt, and pulls me down, brushing the watermelon candy against my lips before kissing me. The taste of sugar lingers on her tongue as I grip her waist and turn us, gently pinning her against the driver’s side door.
Her trophy falls to the ground beside our feet.
“Careful,” I murmur. “You worked hard for that.”
“I already have the prize I wanted.”
My hands go still, and my smile turns wistful before I can stop it. Her teasing expression fades.
“What is it?” she asks.
I shake my head and kiss her again.
It feels like another lifetime since I stood on a rooftop, watching everything between us break apart, believing I had destroyed the only thing in my life that had ever meant a damn.
Now she’s here with our family, only a few hundred feet away, and we have an entire future ahead of us, with no lies or a voice in my ear telling me who I’m supposed to be anymore. I finally get to be the man I choose to be, and I choose her.
“Hey,” I whisper, meeting her eyes. “I love you.”
“I know.”
I squint at her, and she laughs.
“I love you too.”
“That’s better.”
Sliding a hand over her ass, I scoop her up, then open the door and climb inside with my girl wrapped around me. The door barely shuts before she grabs my shirt and slams her mouth against mine.
“I see I’m not the only one who’s a little needy.”
“You complaining?” she asks as she drags my shirt up over my head.
“Not even a little.”
My seat is already pushed as far back as it’ll go, but with my height, there isn’t a fucking car on earth built for what she’s apparently decided we’re about to do.
“Good. Then shut up and put that monster dick inside my body.”
“You don’t need to ask me twice.”
She laughs, and I swallow the sound with another kiss, closing my hands around her hips as I grind her against me. Within seconds, we’re both breathing too hard for a couple who hasn’t even gotten past kissing.
Remi pulls away long enough to catch her breath before coming right back for me, just as fucking impatient.
“Your mom invited us over for dinner,” I say against her mouth as I tug her shirt over her head.
“Yeah?” Her teeth come down on my bottom lip.
I hiss and grip her throat.
She grins, admiring the mark she left before looking at me again.
“Yeah. Told me to bring my aunt.”
“She’ll like her.”
“That’s what I’m afraid of.”
Remi laughs. “All of us giving you a little hell for the weekend. Sounds perfect.”
I drag her closer and kiss the grin off her face, my free hand sliding beneath her breast and pushing her bra up until those pretty little piercings come into view. I flick my thumb over them, then dip for a taste. She rewards me with a soft moan, her hips pressing against my painfully hard dick.
For all the time we’ve spent in her car, in mine, on her car or mine, this is the first time we’re going to fuck inside one. It’s never been a practical option considering my size and the things I like to do with my girl, but right now, I couldn’t give less of a fuck about practicality.
“Take this off before I rip it,” I say, hooking my fingers into the racing suit bunched around her hips.
“Don’t you dare.”
“Don’t test me, fera. I’ve been thinking about fucking you since we left this morning.”
Remi drags her tongue slowly over my lips, a wicked little grin pulling at hers. “I’m supposed to be the bossy one.”
“Then start acting like it.”
She slides over the center console and does exactly as she’s told, only she doesn’t come back to me. Instead, she leans against the passenger door with a look that tells me she has something else in mind.
“So you’ve been thinking about fucking me all day? And what exactly were you imagining, Braga?” she asks, hiking one leg onto the seat, her pussy on display for me.
I take in the view and curse under my breath. “Mmm, my mind suddenly went blank, baby. Maybe I need a reminder.”
She bites the corner of her lip, sliding two fingers down her slit, already glistening for me. “Yeah? And maybe I need a little motivation.”
I follow her gaze to the obvious strain against my pants and waste no time giving her what she wants to see.
“There he is.”
I laugh. “That enough motivation for you?”
“I don’t know.” She looks entirely too pleased with herself. “I was expecting a little more enthusiasm.”
“Keep talking shit, fera.”
“What are you going to do about it from all the way over there?”
Two of her fingers slowly pump in and out of her as her eyes lock on mine.
I draw a heavy breath. “You really want to find out?”
“I’m counting on it.”
I lean over, keeping one hand on my cock as the other closes around her throat again. Tugging her across the center console, I claim her mouth.
She comes willingly, melting into the kiss as it deepens.
“Sit. Time is ticking.”
“This is a bad idea,” she whispers, doing just that.
Her eyes close as she takes me inch by inch, gasping when my piercing hits at just the right angle.
“Nothing wrong from where I’m sitting,” I say as my girl finds her rhythm.
I catch her wrist and bring the two fingers she had inside herself to my mouth, sucking them clean.
“Fuck, that’s hot.”
“Can’t be wasteful," I say, giving them one last lick and making her grin.
“These windows are blacked out, Braga.”
Remi throws her head back when my hands find her hips, and I catch one of her barbells between my teeth.
“Again, not seeing the negative.”
“Because your suspension is shit, and it won’t matter when the whole fucking truck starts rocking.”
I pause and laugh before slamming her down on my cock. “Getting shy on me now?”
“Please. I’m only worried about traumatizing my family.”
As she rises and falls over me, I run my tongue along her neck. “Too late. We’re in too deep.”
“Literally,” she breathes.
I laugh, guiding her faster and harder until even that isn’t enough.
My fingers tangle in her hair as I meet her thrust for thrust. She cries out, her nails digging into my shoulders.
“Should I slow down?”
“Only if you want to die.”
The humor between us fades as I kiss her hard, replaced by something more desperate. She meets me with the same intensity, gripping my shoulders as the truck begins to rock beneath us.
I guess she was right about the fucking suspension.
Her forehead falls against mine as we struggle to catch our breath, and I barely get her name out before she kisses me again.
“Thiago…”
Hearing my name fall from her lips like that, breathless and broken, nearly undoes me.
I’ll never get tired of the sounds she makes only for me or the way she stops holding herself back when we’re like this, giving me access to the parts of her she protects from everyone else.
I know what that trust costs her and exactly what it means that she gave it back to me.
“Look at me, chama.”
She does. Her fingers dig into my shoulders as I hold her gaze.
“God, I love you.”
“I love you too.”
I kiss her slowly, letting myself feel her instead of rushing toward the end. She holds me just as tightly while the engines rumble in the distance, muffled through the closed windows.
There’s nowhere I’d rather be than right here, buried inside my girl where I belong.
“You’re mine,” I tell her.
Her fingers tighten in my hair. “Always.”