TatumMy body is on fire. Everything I've ever imagined Remy doing to me is happening right here, and right now. Since that night in the garage, I've wanted repeat after repeat. I imagined the things I would do to him, but what I didn't count on are the things he's doing to me."Rem." I sigh as I pull my lips back from his, throwing my head back on my shoulders. His fingers dent the flesh on my thighs as I rock against him. My fingers dig into his shoulders then travel up to the hair on his head when he levers off the headboard, capturing my hard nubs one by one in between his lips. Doing what we've both learned I love. Sucking and tugging, then soothing. Something about the way he does it in succession gets me. I'm dying to get closer to him. Each time he makes a lap of my body, I spread my legs wider, move farther down."Shit," he breathes out when I finally dip down far enough so that my panties rub against his hard length. Pulling his lips back from my tits, he rests his head
RemyI jolt awake, not by an alarm like I usually do, but by the smell of food and the feel of soft kisses on my neck. Memories of how Tatum and I've spent the last few hours tangled up in each other are at the forefront of my mind. This is the best way I can remember ever waking up.Reaching behind me, I grab hold of the back of her head, pulling her mouth closer to mine. She leans over, her hair tickling my arm. "How long have I been out?" Judging by the fact I smell either food cooking or already done, it's been a while."I'm not sure," she admits. "All I know was I woke up starving, so I made us dinner. You slept the entire way through it, even when I made noises of frustration about not knowing where everything is. You must have been tired." She rests her head on my chest as I turn over onto my back.Lazily, I put my fingers through her hair, lightly scratching her scalp. I lick my dry lips and argue with what I want to say in my head. How do I tell her I haven't slept wel
Tatum"Bout time you brought your lazy ass home."I smile to myself as I hear Addie start in on me. We'd seen each other for a quick wave before we'd both left for our respective jobs."I knew this would happen as soon as you saw me today." The grin doesn't leave my face as I continue taking my laundry out of the dryer."Why are you doing laundry on a Wednesday? You're typically a weekend washer." The arch of her brow is suspicious."I'm not going to be here this weekend," I carefully speak the words, preparing for the onslaught of questions I know will come."And where in the hell will you be, Tatum Walker?"Continuing to fold the laundry, I turn to face her fully, almost cracking up at the pose she's struck. Her hand is on her hip, eyes drawn in question, and she's pointing her free hand at me. "Need I remind you, that you aren't my mother, Addie? Even when sometimes you're worse than my mother. For your information, I'm going to spend the weekend with Remy."She rela
Remy"Why are you looking like something the cat dragged in?" Harper asks me, eyeing me up and down when I meet her in the morning for our daily breakfast."Out late with Tate," I admit, a huge smile on my face. I didn't have time to shave, barely had time to shower, but it was totally worth it."What?" she squeals as she brings our normal sausage biscuits and OJ out to the table."Yeah, took her out to the house last night."Her eyes bug. "Rem, you've never taken anyone out there before, like we hardly go out there.""I took a chance." I shrug, hoping to force a nonchalance I don't really feel."How did that chance go?"On the way over here I wondered what I wanted to tell her. Most of my life I've shared everything with both Harper and Cash because I trust them in ways I've never trusted any other two people in my life. But in the same way, I want to keep what Tate and I have away from everyone else. It almost feels as if I let other people in, I'm opening us up for j
Tatum"You hungry?" Dad asks as he puts his arm around me and we make our way up the porch steps of my childhood home.Hungry? I feel as if I'm about to puke. I've felt that way since I started the drive across town. There's a part of me that wishes I still lived here, that my parents were just down the hallway. If I ever needed to talk to them, all I had to do was open my bedroom door, yell for either one of them, and they would come running. Now, it's a bit more calculated. I have to call and make sure they're home, then make the drive across town. The drive today about did me in. I don't feel like I could eat two bites, but instead, I smile up at my dad."Sure am."He's talking as we walk into the house. "Your mom's helping Meredith today at CRISIS so we won't be bothered. I have to say, I was surprised when I got your text asking to talk to me. It sounded serious.""It is, Dad." I look up at my dad, but instead see the President of the Heaven Hill MC. "It's about Remy."
RemyI'm seeing things for the first time through new eyes. Instead of being jaded by the experiences I had as a kid, I'm opening my heart to new feelings. As we walk through Target, I let Tatum's enthusiasm rub off onto me. "What about this one, Rem?" She holds up a plate, showing it to me. It's white in the middle with a ring of gray around the outside. "Not too girly, but not totally masculine either.""Whatever you want, Tate. It's never mattered to me. You know that. If it were up to me we'd just grab a ton of disposable stuff, but I know you don't like them."She eyes the plate, turning it around on her palms, and gifts me with the most gorgeous smile I've ever seen. "This is it. I know you value your privacy, and I won't intrude on what you've built for yourself. All I want to do is be a part of it."I appreciate the way she's thinking about us having a future. "So what else do we need?" I grab the plate she's holding, putting it in our cart."Stuff to cook with, and t
TatumRemy's got me wrapped tightly in his arms as we lie on the couch, watching the same show we've been watching for the last few hours. My body is more aware of his than it's ever been as we lay tangled together. Sometime during this last episode, we shifted. I'm splayed over top of him, my head on his shoulder, his thigh between my legs, his arm around my neck, fingers lightly playing in the hair that rests there. Something about the way he's stroking my neck as he plays with my hair is turning me on. I find myself slightly pushing the edges of his shirt up against his abs, running my fingers up and down the small sliver of skin I've uncovered. He shifts. I'm not sure if it's because he's feeling the same way as I am or if he's trying to get more comfortable, but he lodges his thigh further up in between mine, resting it fully against my core. It sends a shockwave of desire through my body that forces me to turn my head into his shoulder, silently moaning as I open my mouth again
TatumI'm warm, which is unusual in itself, because normally I freeze at night. I sleep with a shirt, pants, socks, and two blankets. Everyone I know makes fun of me for wrapping up like a burrito, but this morning as I wake up, I'm toasty warm."Mornin'."I'd know that voice anywhere, and I fully can't believe I slept next to him last night. When we'd settled next to each other, I'd been so nervous, but all it took was his arm around me, tucking me in next to his body, and I was comfortable. It speaks volumes about the man that Remy is, that I know I can trust him so easily.Back to that voice though – it put goose bumps on my arms, it sent tingles down my spine, and made my core ache with rampant desire. I want Remy; I want him again, even after the way he played my body like a drum last night. His voice is scratchy, like sandpaper. Deep, like he's had a cold and hasn't cleared his throat yet. Sexy, like he's standing in front of me wearing nothing but the sweatpants he put o