Chapter 29 Remington
Remington
“Pack a bag, Lainey,” I announce as I walk in the door after my final shift of the week.
I am about to have four days off, and I plan on spending every second with my woman.
More importantly, we are getting the hell out of here and away from the stress and the constant looking over our shoulders wondering if Cora is going to pop up and wreak more havoc.
Lainey comes out of our bedroom, yes, I am calling it our bedroom, and that feels so fucking good to say.
She is here all the time, and I don’t plan on letting her go back to her apartment.
It feels so right coming home to her, sharing space with her, knowing she is here even when I can’t be.
Jesus, she has me wound so tight, if I don’t focus I am going to toss her right back on the bed and fuck her, and then we are never going to get on the road.
“What? Are you kicking me out?” she teases, coming to a halt in front of me and running her freshly painted, summery pink nails up my chest.
“Never, baby. You are totally stuck with me.” I dip down and take her perfect, soft pout in a kiss. Being away from her, even when I’m just at work kills me, and this moment, kissing her when I walk in the door, lights me up in a way she will never begin to understand.
Lainey’s breathing is ragged from our kiss and lust is deepening her sultry blue eyes.
She bites her lip and I groan.
She rolls her hips into me, feeling my growing erection, and she grins.
I let off an animalistic rumble and greedily ravage her mouth, forgetting whatever plan I had in mind when I tossed my keys down and came looking for her in such a hurry.
“Remington,” she moans as I kiss along her jaw and lightly suck on her throbbing pulse point. “Oh, God, I miss you so much when you’re gone.” Her confession is like a drug. I grip her ass and haul her up, spinning around as I walk to the kitchen and place her down on the counter.
She looks like a goddamn snack, ready for me to devour, in a soft lavender sundress with cap sleeves.
The cotton material under my rough fingertips feels like it’s begging to be torn off of her.
But I know Lainey will kill me if I do that, having just bought this dress on a shopping trip with Jess and a couple of the other fire station significant others when they had a girls’ day.
Instead I slip the cap sleeves down her shoulders, the top scoop of her dress dropping slowly below her perfect round tits. I suck in a sharp breath when I see her bare chest.
“No bra?” I quirk an eyebrow at her.
“This dress doesn’t need one.”
“And did this dress require any panties?” My eyes trail down her body. Her chest is heaving, and it is taking everything in me not to suck her tight nipples into my mouth. But I am not ready to be done teasing her yet. I want her writhing and begging for my touch.
“Maybe you should see for yourself.” Lainey drags her own eyes over my body, lingering on the very noticeable bulge behind my navy-blue work pants.
She makes my dick throb when she takes one of her perfect, silky-smooth legs and props it up on the counter, giving me a partially obstructed view of her pussy.
I can see that it’s bare.
It is also dripping, waiting to be taken care of.
I will do anything to get my hands, tongue, dick anywhere near it. Right, and I was going to be making her beg?
With a knowing smirk, like she was able to read all my dirty thoughts, she slides the dress up more, showing me the rest of the most beautiful sight.
“Did my pussy miss me?” I demand.
Gasping, realizing that she can tease me all she wants, but I’m the one in control, Lainey nods her head. “Yes, sir.”
“That’s right. Missed me so much, it’s dripping all over the counter, and I haven’t even touched you yet.” I trail my finger from her throat, down her breast, her stomach, and over her exposed thigh with the lightest graze possible. Her whole body shudders.
“Yes.”
“Beg me, Lainey. Tell me what you want. Tell me what my perfect pussy needs.” I slide one finger up her calf slowly.
Moaning and trying to scoot closer to me, Lainey says, “Please, Remington, please. Your pussy needs to be touched, to be fucked,” she whispers. “She needs you.”
Her words are my undoing, and I am absolutely feral. Fisting the hair at the nape of her neck, I kiss her deeply while simultaneously sliding two fingers into her tight, soaking wet channel. The grip around my fingers is so tight, drawing me in deeper and pulsing.
Lainey’s cries of pleasure fill the kitchen, and I bend to finally suck a nipple into my mouth. Her back arches, and I press the palm of my hand against her clit, working my fingers in a continuous rhythm that makes her legs shake.
“Oh . . . oh, I’m so close. I’m going to . . .” I immediately pull back, stopping all my motions. Withdrawing my fingers, a look of shock that morphs into sassy rage plays across my beautiful woman’s face, and I can’t help the smug grin I give her back.
“What the hell!” Lainey yelps at me, obviously frustrated.
I undo my belt and unzip my pants, shoving them and my black boxers down.
Lainey’s hungry, molten eyes track every single move.
I step between her legs and yank her to the edge of the counter, placing my mouth right next to her ear.
I rasp, “The only place I want you to come right now, baby, is on your cock.”
Lainey sucks in a surprised gasp and says, “Holy shit, that’s so hot.”
“What, you think I am going to claim your pussy, call it mine and not expect you to be just as possessive of my dick? It’s a two-way street, baby.
I want to own every part of you, just like I want you to know you already own every fucking part of me.
” There is a shimmer of something deeper in her eyes as she takes in my words.
Something neither of us are ready to voice yet, but I would bet my life we both feel.
I slide the head of my cock up and down her needy, wet center, making her eyes roll back in her head.
“Watch,” I demand. And we both do, and I slip home, fast and hard, to the hilt.
I fuck her harder, deeper. My strokes feel like tides crashing over both of us, consuming pleasure rippling down my spine.
“Right there, oh, please don’t stop,” my woman begs.
“I’m never going to stop.” I kiss her in a promise that belongs to this moment and far beyond.
“I need to come, please, please let me come, Remington.” Deep pulsing from inside of her tells me how close she is, and I am right there with her, unable to hold back.
“Yes, baby, come on your cock. Let me fill up my sweet pussy,” I growl.
“Yes, yes . . .” she screams out breathlessly, and we both come together in a perfect moment.
Heat, passion, and possession.
Mine. Every fucking part of her is mine.
“Sorry we got a late start,” Lainey says to me as we get close to our surprise destination.
“No you aren’t,” I laugh out, “and neither am I. I would take our morning a thousand times over and risk being stuck in some traffic.”
She hums happily and reaches over for my hand. “Me, too.”
I am taking her away for the weekend to my buddy Walker’s cabin. He doesn’t use it all the time, so when he’s not there he rents it out for extra income. This weekend he happened to have a cancellation.
We are in the foothills of the Blue Ridge Mountains, almost four hours from home.
The drive here was breathtaking, and I can’t wait to be tucked away in our private cabin.
Walker has done a lot of work to make this a special destination spot and has had a lot of people even book it for honeymoons.
There is supposed to be an easy hiking trail that leads from the cabin to a small, but stunning, waterfall.
I know that this is the perfect, romantic, special weekend Lainey and I need.
Following the GPS, I turn my truck onto the long winding drive that leads up to a picture perfect, A-frame log cabin. It has a large front porch with four deck chairs in deep red, a mixture of colorful flowers in planters, and an abundance of windows to showcase the thick forest view all around us.
“Remington!” Lainey bounces in her seat excitedly. “Look at this place. It’s like a postcard. This is the most beautiful thing I have seen.”
The most beautiful thing I have seen is sitting right next to me.
“Come on, let’s go check it out.” I grab our bags out of the truck, and we head up the wide steps.
I punch in the door code that Walker gave me, and the door unlocks and swings open.
Stepping inside, my eyes are instantly drawn to the tall ceilings and the massive widows at the back of the open cabin.
From the wooden exterior, you’d think the inside would be dark, but it isn’t.
There’s a cozy airiness with mountain touches, smooth dove-grey walls, thick accent beams, and a wood ceiling.
There is a single bedroom off to the right side of the cabin which houses a massive king-sized bed, cream and olive-green bedding that blend effortlessly with the forest and give a relaxed feel to the room.
The bathroom has a deep claw-foot tub that Lainey drools all over the second she sees it, which makes me laugh.
The kitchen is a mix of open shelves and closed navy-colored cabinets, dark granite counters, and a small island.
The best feature, however, is the deep, dark grey sectional that faces the back windows and a wall that has a handcrafted stone fireplace. Lainey snuggles up on the couch, pulling me down next to her. I wrap my arms around her and feel all the stress melt away.
“It’s so peaceful up here. Thank you for bringing us, Remington. I don’t think I even realized how much I needed this until I stepped out of the truck and took in a lungful of mountain air.”
“We both deserve this break, baby. The quiet, the calm. Nobody knows we are up here. We get to just enjoy each other.” Kissing her temple, we sink deeper into the couch and watch the sunlight dance through the forest. “This is our first adventure like this of many,” I promise her.