Page 65 of See It Through

Remi carefully pulled out and flopped to his back, a possessive hand splayed on my stomach. He was quiet, catching his breath. I liked that. We never had to have some big analysis of what we’d done. We both knew how good it had been.

After a minute of staring dazedly at the ceiling, Remi’s soft laughter pulled me back to the present.

“What’s so funny?” I asked.

“I’m just thinking how pissed Caleb’s going to be when I show up with a massive hickey on my neck.”

“What? It can’t be that bad.” I pushed up on my elbow to examine his neck, and my mouth fell open. “Oh.”

He was already bruising, right in the center of his throat, and it wasn’t small by any means.

He laughed again. “Yeah, oh. You wrecked me, you little monster.”

I shoved at his shoulder. “You should’ve stopped me.”

He pulled me on top of him, circling his arms around me. “Did I say I didn’t like it? Nope. I’m just gonna catch shit from your brother.”

I gasped. “And come up with an explanation for Jesse when he sees you at the rodeo tomorrow.”

“I’ll tell him his aunt throat punched me.”

I snarled. “If you do, I’ll throat punch you for real.”

Snickering, he palmed the back of my head, pushing it down so I lay on him fully, my cheek on his chest. It was…nice. Sweet even.

Remington Town was leading me straight into the danger zone, and I liked it so much I closed my eyes and followed him.

I had my truck back, but Remi drove us to Cheyenne anyway, his hand resting on my bare leg the whole way. Well…at times, it roved under the hem of my sundress, but mostly, he seemed to want contact with my skin, his palm cupping my knee, his thumb rubbing small circles on the outer curve.

I spent a lot of time on long, empty Wyoming roads, and I didn’t mind it, but I had a feeling the next time I drove alone, I’d feel the ghost of Remi’s hand on my leg and miss it.

When we parked, Remi circled the truck and helped me out. I thought he’d try to hold my hand, but he hooked me around the waist instead. Still clinging to this being nothing more than sex, I wasn’t sure I’d wanted him to hold my hand, but I also wasn’t sure if this was any better.

I went with it anyway. There were so many people heading to the stands we might’ve gotten separated if we weren’t attached.

It was how I excused it in my head.

Though, I still hadn’t come up with an excuse for sleeping with him every single night. It just kept happening, and it hadn’t occurred to me to stop it. I’d always been a thrill seeker and I had yet to discover anything more thrilling than being taken roughly and thoroughly by this man.

Caleb and Jesse were in the stands waiting for us. Since my brother was a head taller than most people, we found them easily. They’d chosen prime seats behind the chutes where the riders mounted their broncos and bulls.

Caleb rose to greet us, took one look at Remi, shook his head, then shot me a death glare. “Dammit. Really, Hannah? You had to do that?”

I looked at the hickey peeking out of the collar of Remi’s button-down then swung my attention back to my brother. “He tripped. Ran into a doorknob.”

“A doorknob…with his neck?” Caleb grumbled.

“Yep.” I cuffed his shoulder as I passed him. “He’s really clumsy.”

I greeted Jesse, who was peering at Remi with a scrunched-up expression. “Did he really trip?” he asked dubiously.

I sat down next to my nephew and squeezed his shoulders. “Not really. I’m pretty sure it’s a bad reaction to an insect bite. City boys like Rem are sensitive to the great outdoors.”

Remi took the seat on my other side with a sigh. “Really, Hannah?” he groused, almost as grumpy as Caleb. “Really?”

I had to snicker at how annoyed he sounded. If he hadn’t wanted to walk around with a big hickey, he shouldn’t have let me suck the soul out of his neck. It wasn’t my fault he was so delicious and made me act out. He should’ve been more careful with his big dick.

I patted his leg. “It’s okay, Remington. Once you’ve been in Wyoming a while longer, you’ll toughen up.”

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