Page 35 of No Broken Promises

Remy, who is still in my personal bubble, smelling too delicious for me to ignore, brushes the back of my arm as he not-so-innocently leans behind me to continue his conversation with Rose. “I think she’s rushing into the decision, personally, but what do I know?” He lowers his voice, looking directly into my eyes. “I want to see that dress in a ball on the floor as I take you again, Parker.”

That is it. He happens to say the wrong thing at exactly the right time. I turn, ever so slowly, so that our noses practically touch, and we have the attention of both of the mothers and Emma. Even as an image of him thrusting into me fills my mind, I have to put distance between us. If not physically, then emotionally.

“You don’t know anything, Remington.” I ignore his growl, although it vibrates through my body straight to my core. I lower my voice so that he is the only one who can hear me. “You weren’t here. You cut me out. You lied to me. For years. And now, you’re only questioning my choices because of what happened the other night.”

He doesn’t blink as my onslaught hits him head-on, and I am feeling pretty proud of myself. At least, until he produces a lopsided smile and smacks his lips together.

“Now who’s lying, Parker Jane?” His voice is a drug I’ll never get enough of. It doesn’t even matter that he is calling me out on my lie. “I distinctly remember being buried between your legs as you screamed my name. And all of that happened before you told me you were leaving.” He keeps his voice low so that no one can hear us over the singing of the students, but I know it is only a matter of time before the concert finishes and our conversation will be overheard by too many ridiculously nosy members of our families.

I stand up, abruptly putting an end to whatever else he is about to say, and look down at Rose with a grimace. “I’m not feeling great. Would you mind bringing Nox home tonight after the concert so that I can get something for my head?”

She nods yes, and I walk straight out of the cafeteria, heading toward my car so I can go home. At least there I will be able to catch my breath and have a few moments of peace.

The cold air hitting my face does absolutely nothing to ease the heat caused from being around Remy. Every night since that night I’ve thought about him and what he did to my body. I’ve imagined doing it again, even doing more.

“Come on, Parker.” I slap my cheeks. “Get yourself under control.”

Approaching footsteps have me looking back over my shoulder to see Remy standing there with a wry grin on his face. Ignoring him as best I can, I get in my car and go home. But I see his headlights behind me the entire way home. He doesn’t ride my ass, like I think he might. Instead, he stays at a safe distance while I cruise at the speed limit the entire way.

Unfortunately, when I pull into my driveway, he pulls alongside my car and gets out of his truck with the same cocksure grin on his face.

“You’re not supposed to be here,” I whisper-yell. “Leave.” Waving a hand at him to shoo him off, I half expect him to listen to me.

He looks over his shoulder, and that’s when I see that he is wearing an identical copy of the shirt he’d been wearing when we had sex that night. Even the bracelet on his wrist is exactly the same. The dim orange-yellow light that glows on the two of us does nothing to make him less attractive. When he turns back to me with a dismissive shrug after seeing that nobody is watching us, I just about lose it.

Stomping as much as I can in a pair of soft leather flats, I march up to my front steps, but Remy beats me to it. He steps in the way and stares down at me without saying a word. I try to push by him, and he laughs into the night air around us. Unfortunately, if he refuses to move, there isn’t any way for me to forcibly make him. But I do eye his shins as I think it over.

My frustration must have finally broken through whatever confidence he has. In the next moment, Remy lifts his hand and places it under my chin, nudging me until my eyes meet his. “We weren’t done talking.”

I blush when his eyes stray down to the hint of cleavage in my dress, then lower to my skirt before returning to my eyes.

“I have nothing left to say to you.” I try to push by, but Remy keeps me from taking a single step when he moves his hand from my chin to wrap around my neck, the exact same way he had the night he fucked me against the wall.

“If you don’t want to talk, that’s fine.” With one hand still around my neck, Remy wraps the other around my ass and lifts me into his arms. “You want to use me for what I can give you? That's fine too. I'll give you everything you need, Parker.”

I screech as I lose contact with the sidewalk, and my dress flips up. “What the fuck, Remy?” Only after I practically shout the question do I remember that we are still standing in front of my house and I have nosy neighbors. Plus, half of them are Danny’s relatives, which makes it so much worse.

He slaps me on the ass. “Shush, Parker. You’re going to make too much noise.” Then he proceeds to carry me up the steps and onto my porch, where he shuts off the outside light by unscrewing the bulb, all without letting go of my ass.

My outraged gasp only goes so far in stopping him, which is nowhere, to be exact. Instead of letting me go, Remy laughs quietly and runs his hand over my ass where he just slapped. “Don’t worry, I’ll kiss it and make it better.”

He lets me down, making sure to hold my body against his as he does so, and my dress rides up around my hips while I touch every single hard plane of his body. Including the erection I feel pressing out of his jeans.

Wide-eyed, I glance up at him, and he has the audacity to wink. “I’ve been hard for you since I saw you in that dress, Parker. What do you expect from me?”

“Let me go, Remy.” The order falls flat, however, when he drops a soft kiss to my lips and then gets down on his knees.

“Shush, Parker.” Before I can protest, Remy has my black lace panties down around my ankles and his face pressed against my clit.

“Fuck,” I groan and then slap one hand over my mouth to silence my moans. The other I use to grab a chunk of Remy’s hair and pull. His muffled moan of pleasure only makes my body respond even more to his actions.

Within a minute, his fingers and tongue have me up against the biggest orgasm I’ve seen in a month. Pushed against the wall next to my front door, with the orgasm waiting right there for me to grab, I arch my back so that he’ll hit exactly where I need. So close, so fucking close. And then he stops suddenly, and I hear the sound of footsteps on the street, along with the jangling of a dog’s collar. Remy stands up abruptly, grabs me, and carries me around the side of the house on the wraparound porch, into the darkness where no one will see us. Logically, I know why he had stopped and moved us, but my body doesn’t want that. I want him to finish what he started before we run out of time.

I growl low in my throat, and Remy chuckles against my thigh. But he gets back to it, sucking on the most sensitive part of my body until I shatter right there in his arms. When my knees buckle, he catches me in his arms and holds me tight against his body. By the time I come back to myself, Remy has fixed my clothing and is staring longingly at my breasts.

“Next time,” he promises them as he stands up. “I have to go let Daisy out, or she’ll eat my couch again.”

I shake my head, clearing the haze of pleasure that has filtered in, obstructing any logic. “There won’t be a next time.”

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