Page 56 of No Broken Promises

When Remy goes still again, I know he’s hit the end of his rope as well. While he twitches and shifts, still holding my hands above my head, I reach up and press a kiss to his lips.

“Look at me.” I'm afraid that if he doesn't look at me, I won't be able to see the truth in his gaze. That when I say the words, when I tell him how I feel, he won't feel the same.

His eyes meet mine, and the aching longing that I see there is almost poetic. Almost.

“I love you, even if I hate you sometimes.” The words come out breathless. “There’s a fine line between love and hate, Jeremy. You manage to walk me up and down both sides of that line without even trying. But I love you.” He twists me up in ways I never knew were possible, and with a touch, he completely erases the fear and doubt.

“I have always loved you.” He kisses me, soft and pleading. “There wasn’t a day when I was overseas that I didn’t love you. That I didn’t regret the words I said. That I didn’t wish I could turn back the clock and tell you the truth and make you mine.”

He moves, pulling out of my body and leaving me with an emptiness that I do not like at all. When I look up, he is holding his hand out for me to take.

“Come on, Parker.” He winks. “Let’s take a shower and do it all over again.”

We do, and he even washes my hair for me, too. Then he pushes me against the tile and has his way with me over and over again, until the water runs cold and my body pulses with my heartbeat.

Afterward, I put on one of his dark-gray work shirts, BPD scrawled on the front in blue. With my hair wrapped up in a towel to dry for a few minutes, I am far from put together. Despite that, the way Remy stares at every move I make has me feeling like the most beautiful person in the world.

“Do you want to go to Casper’s wedding with me?” He pulls the towel from my hair and then grabs my hand before I can snatch it back from him.

“What?” I am too distracted by the missing towel and my wet hair hitting the back of my neck to pay attention to his request.

“Casper’s wedding. You know. Church bells, bad dancing, and an open bar. Do you want to go with me?” While he is talking, Remy runs a hand down my back, winding through my hair and splaying across my ass, bringing me closer to his body.

Distracted, I swat his hand away and try to move back. “I wasn’t invited to the wedding, Remy.” Instead, I planned on getting tacos and margaritas, then spending the night on my couch with a warm blanket and my favorite movies until I pass out from a food and booze coma.

“That’s not what I’m asking, Parker.” Remy ignores my swatting his hand away and grabs my ass even tighter, massaging the muscle as he talks. “I’m asking you to go with me. To be my date to my little sister's wedding.”

My cheeks flush at what he is asking. “That’s a big deal,” I murmur. “Your sister’s wedding. Uh, I don’t think that’s a good idea.”

Remy kisses me softly on the lips. “I think it’s a great idea.” He kisses my nose. “The best I’ve ever had, actually.” He kisses my forehead. “It’ll show everyone that you’re finally mine. That after all this time I managed to pull my head out of my ass and prove that I might not deserve you, but I'll do anything to make you happy.”

I still, my heart thudding painfully against my ribs as I think about the ridicule I’ll face, again, at the hands of our community if I show up with him.

“No,” I tell him while shaking my head. “I’m not going, Remy. There are some things you don’t know about when you were gone…” I trail off, not wanting to tell him what happened.

“I know.” He swallows deeply. “And I swear to you that I will do whatever I have to in order to make it right.” Remy’s answer speaks volumes, and the look in his eyes as I stare at him questioningly tells me that he means it too. Somehow, he knows more than he should, and his silent fury vibrates off him in waves. “You’ll come with me.” He isn’t asking any longer; he is telling me what I’ll be doing, and I’d be lying if I denied the thrill of anticipation that fills my veins at the thought of following his orders.

“It’s not a good idea.” My resolve is waning, though, because in my mind I can see myself dancing under the moonlit sky with Remy.

“It’s still gonna happen.”

We spend the night like that, arguing back and forth about whether or not I’ll be his date to Casper’s wedding. And when I curl into his arms later that night, Remy doesn’t let it go.

“Parker, I want you to go with me. I want you to stand at my side. I want to dance with you. I want to kiss you with all our friends and family watching, and I want to make sure that every single person there knows that you’re mine. Because you are. You always have been, even if I didn’t say it. Even if I didn’t show it.”

How can I say no to those words?

“Okay,” I whisper as he presses a rough kiss to my neck, his hands moving down to my hips. “I’ll do it.” He guides me underneath him and I feel his cock press against my body.

“You’re mine, Parker. You know that, right?”

When I nod, he slides into me, wrapping his hands around my neck and pulling me so that my lips meet his.

He makes love to me, and it is unlike anything I’ve ever experienced before. Every movement is slow, meaningful, powerful. Every thrust, he pushes deeper into my body, and my climax is slow to start. Like a roller coaster, we roll through the highs and lows as one, until I lose complete control. The orgasm that moves through my veins is more powerful than anything I could have imagined.

“You’re perfect.” Remy kisses me again as I tighten around him, coaxing the release from his body until we are both breathing heavily and struggling to catch our breath.

“You’re only saying that because I haven’t invaded your closet yet.” I brush my hair out of my face and wrap it in a bun so I can sleep without it wrapping around my neck.

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