Page 3 of Remy

“Please,” it comes out as a soft cry, but I know he heard me. I try to keep my eyes open, but they slowly close. And then the dreams come.

There’s a man. It’s not Brad, but Brad is here. He sits off to the side of the bed in the chair, watching this man touch me and kiss me. He moves down my body and kisses every inch of me. I can feel it, just like it was real. He parts my legs and leans down, licking my pussy. I reach down, thread my fingers through his hair, and hold his face there. I want him to lick me. I don’t know who this man is, and in my dream, I don’t really care.

I turn my head, and my eyes connect with Brad’s. He smiles at me as I ride this man’s face. It feels good. So fucking good.

“Is this okay?” I manage to ask Brad.

“It’s exactly what I want, baby. Let him eat you. Let him fuck you,” he tells me. I nod my head just as an orgasm washes over me. The man keeps his head buried between my thighs, licking at everything I have to give. Then he’s climbing up my body, and I can feel his cock hard and ready. He thrusts into me, and I cry out at the fullness I feel. But then he starts pumping into me. Harder. Faster. I reach up and grab the man around the back ofhis neck, pulling his face to mine. I kiss him hard. I taste myself on his lips.

And he fucks me. He fucks me hard and fast until my legs begin to tremble, and I come one more time. I let go. I release everything I have in me. I come for this man while Brad watches me. I see him out of the corner of my eye, and he’s smiling. He’s happy with me. That’s all I want is for him to be happy with me. And I see it. In his eyes, he is happy with what I’ve just done.

“Brad,” I whine his name until he comes to the bed and climbs in next to me. The other man is gone. Where, I don’t know. But Brad is here. He rolls me onto my side and pulls my ass against his cock before he slides into me. Then it’s him. He’s fucking me from the back, and just like that, everything else seems to fade.

I wake up and startle. I blink rapidly when I see the sun streaming in through the window. I stretch out and sit up, feeling a little dizzy. I know my sleep medicine does that to me, and it’ll take a little while for it to stop.

I sling my legs over the side of the bed and just sit here for a few minutes when the door opens, and Brad walks in.

“Morning,” he says, offering me a cup of coffee. “How did you sleep?”

“Good. Thank you,” I reply, taking the cup from him.

“You were making some strange noises last night. What did you dream about?” he asks as he sits on the bed next to me.

“I don’t remember. It must have been good, though, huh?” He smiles before leaning in and kissing me softly.

“It must have. Hopefully, it was about me,” he winks before pulling back.

“I’m sure it was.” I never tell Brad what my dreams are about. I don’t know why. Maybe I’m embarrassed by the fact I dream of other men. I don’t really know, but either way, I don’t tell him. I don’t think he would be angry with my dream, considering it was just that, a dream, but it makes me uncomfortable.

I shove to my feet and steady myself before walking to the bathroom and looking at myself in the mirror. I look … almost tired, but how can that be? I get enough sleep. I shake my head and set my coffee cup on the counter before splashing some water on my face. Today, I’m going to talk to some of the wedding planners to see what we can come up with. Just the thought of that makes me smile for my own reasons. Not that I’m marrying him so much, but what he promised me? That’s what makes this all worthwhile.

Chapter 3

Remy

“What is it?” I ask as Gunner shows us a video. You can barely make out what’s on the screen; it’s so dark.

“It’s a video. Women bein’ raped by multiple men.”

“And we need to see this, why?” Hodge asks. Gunner glances over at him before looking at the rest of us.

“A friend of a friend is askin’ us to get involved. He thinks his sister may be a victim.”

“How does he know that?” I ask.

“He doesn’t. He hasn’t heard from her in a while, and when he does, she isn’t herself. He’s worried, and if this is what’s happenin’, then I, for one, have no issue helpin’ him out.”

“I agree,” Locke adds.

“We votin’ on it?” Hodge asks. Gunner nods his head before looking at each of us. We all vote, and it comes out just like always. We aren’t going to sit back and watch something like that happen to anyone. Of course, we’re going to get involved.

“Then we look into it. I didn’t make any promises about anything,” Gunner tells us.

“Where do we even start?” I ask.

“With his sister. We get with her if we can and see what we can get. She has to have information that will be helpful to us. Then we dig,” he says. I nod my head as I bring my beer to my lips andtake a long pull. I listen as Gunner goes over a few other things before he dismisses us. I’m about to head out the door when he stops me.

“Stay back, Remy.” I nod and take a seat next to him, watching as the others leave the room.

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