Page 71 of Backstroke

Today I witnessed the resilience that Remy always says I have. I battled the waves over and over, his unwavering support behind me the whole time. I may not have ridden a wave today, but I’m riding the high of finally being back in the ocean.

His confidence in me was like a lifeline, pulling me through each attempt. The thrill of conquering my fear, step by step, was more than I could have hoped for. Remy’s presence made all the difference, turning what could have been a nightmare into a triumphant return. Today wasn’t just about facing the water; it was about realizing my own strength, and the incredible support I have in him.

“Come on, little fox. It’s getting late,” Remy murmurs, pulling me back to shore. The thrill of the ocean lingers as we walk hand in hand, the weight of today’s victory sinking in.

As we reach the truck, Remy grabs a blanket from the back and wraps it around my shoulders. The warmth is comforting, a gentle reminder of his unwavering support. We sit on the tailgate, watching the waves under the moonlight, a sense of calm settling over us.

“You did amazing today,” he says softly, his eyes filled with pride.

I smile, leaning into him. “I couldn’t have done it without you.” He kisses my forehead, a tender gesture that makes my heart swell.

Remy pulls me closer, his warmth enveloping me as we sit together, gazing at the moonlit waves. The night feels magical, the perfect ending to a day filled with triumph and connection.

“Fallon,” he says softly, his voice carrying a hint of nervousness. “I have one more surprise for you.”

I look up at him, my heart fluttering with curiosity. He stands, taking my hand and guiding me to my feet. Reaching into his pocket, he pulls out a small, velvet box. My breath catches in my throat as he opens it to reveal a beautiful ring, the diamonds glinting in the moonlight.

“Marry me, little fox,” he demands, his eyes locking onto mine, filled with love and an intense obsession. “I want you to be bound to me forever. I don’t care that we’re young and still in college. You’re mine, and I’m yours.”

Tears well up in my eyes, my heart swelling with emotion. “Are you asking me or telling me?” I laugh softly.

Remy’s grip tightens slightly, his eyes never leaving mine. “A bit of both,” he admits, a small smile playing on his lips. “I can’t imagine my life without you, Fallon. I need you to be mine, forever.”

I take a deep breath, feeling the weight of his words and the intensity of his gaze. “Yes, Remy,” I murmur, my voice trembling with emotion. “I’ll marry you.”

His face lights up with a mix of relief and joy. He slips the ring onto my finger, sealing our promise with a kiss that leaves me breathless.

“Would you have let me say no?” I ask, my voice a mix of curiosity and teasing.

"Absolutely not. You're stuck with me," he declares with a mischievous grin. "Forever."

I laugh, the sound mingling with the gentle rush of the waves. “Well, when you put it that way, I guess I don’t have a choice,” I tease.

He pulls me closer, his eyes gleaming with that familiar obsession. “And that’s exactly how I want it,” he murmurs, kissing me deeply.

“Come on, little fox. I still have one place I haven’t claimed yet.” My breath catches at the wicked sparkle in his eyes. He’s been hinting at this for a while and I hate to admit that the idea intrigues me, drenching my core.

The drive back to his place is electric as he speeds through the roads. You’d think we were heading to an emergency but Remy’s obsession has no bounds.

He carries me through the house and dumps me on his bed, already stripping out of his swimsuit. His eyes remind me of the night in the woods. His predatory gaze has me squirming on the bed, squeezing my thighs together to tamper the ache.

“Strip,” he demands, in his normal cocky dominance.

“You don’t want to do it yourself?” I tease.

“Fallon,” he warns, as he runs his hand down his face. “Not tonight.” Ah, so this is the Remy I get to play with tonight. The one that doesn’t take no for an answer and will always get what he wants. I can’t help the thrill that runs through me.Maybe I’mjust as fucked up as him? Maybe that’s why we work because I like his rough side.I welcome it.

I stand, slowly pulling the black strings of the bikini Remy bought me. The small triangles that were barely covering anything to begin with, fall to the floor. Remy sucks in a breath as I make a show of sweeping my hands down my curves to the other strings. I pull both sides and the material falls to the floor. He groans as he takes his already hard cock in his hand and begins pumping slowly.

My tongue darts out to lick my lips and he’s on me the next second.

“Fuck, what am I going to do with you?” he murmurs, as he licks and nips along my jaw and down my neck.

“Keep me?” I suggest.

“Oh, little fox, there’s no escaping me.” He grabs my left hand, pulling it up for me to see the huge diamond reflecting in the soft light of the room.

“I can always take it off—”

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