RemyMost guys, no matter what their age, would kill to be where I am right now. In the middle of a strip club. But I have to admit, working at Wet Wanda's is one of my least favorite jobs for the club. I hate the way men with wedding rings come in and throw money their families probably need at scantily clad women. I wonder, what do their wives think about them being here? Do they have little kids at home waiting for Daddy to walk through the front door?At the same time, I realize a lot of that is my damage; how I sat at the door waiting for my dad to show up, and how he rarely did. When he did, it was never good."How's it going?"I glance over my shoulder, seeing Tatum's brother walking over to stand beside me. Drew's got a couple inches on me, but I've bulked up in the past year. There was a time when I would have been intimidated by him standing next to me. I'm not that guy anymore."Ready to get the fuck outta here," I admit, blowing out a breath. "It's been a long day

TatumI don't think I've ever been as excited in my life as I am right now. Remy letting me into any part of his life is a huge step in the right direction."This is it." He hits the lights.I'm amazed at what I see; he was right, it's very small. From where I stand in the doorway, I can see the kitchen, the living room, which looks like it doubles as a bedroom, and a door off to the side, that I'm assuming is a bathroom. There's a window air unit and a fireplace that I can't wait for him to light."Let's shut the door and get some heat going in this place. There's the fireplace and a wall heater. The wall heater can be turned on remotely from the clubhouse if it gets too cold," he explains as he ushers me inside. "I had busted pipes once, and I don't want to mess with that shit again.""Can we light the fireplace?" I have visions of romantically lying in that bed with his arms wrapped around me, the fire crackling as we discuss the issues there are for us to deal with. Do I

RemyI'd be lying if I said this didn't seem like a game changer. I never thought this woman would give me a shot again, would ever be able to look past how badly I hurt her, if I would be able to look past how badly she hurt me. But here we are, fixing to explore one another for the first time in over a year. I feel like a virgin again as I lead her to the bed and have a seat on the edge. I pull her between my legs, and for a few moments, we just are. She puts her arms around my neck, I put mine around her waist. Almost as if it's second nature to both of us, I lean so that my head rests on her chest, she leans so her cheek rests on top of my head. It's the most comfortable I've been, the most relaxed I've felt in a long time. I let the scent of her hair hanging around us take me to another place. I let the feel of her body blanket me, enclose me in a cloak where it's just the two of us.Our bodies have a mind of their own, though. Without a conscious thought of doing so, I lift m

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

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