Page 62 of Havoc
Lena laughed at the exchange while Remy shook his head but pushed his plate closer to his boyfriend. He was sure he’d be getting up to get him more when he finished the ones on his plate. He turned his attention back to Lena and continued the conversation.
“Ithink we should hit the stores in that order,” Chayse said later that night when it was just the nine of them.
“I agree. That way, we can work our way from most wanted out,” Alijah stated.
“Are they planning a shopping route for tomorrow?” Nik asked.
“Yep,” Remy responded, raising as the bet came around. “The most efficient way for them to navigate overly crowded stores with deals far from worth it.”
“They do realize they can shop at any time, right?” Cruz asked.
“You do realize we can hear you, right?” Erin countered.
“I didn’t say you couldn’t, Maly,” Cruz responded.
“Is there a reason you want to fight crowds for things you can buy on any given day?” Paetyn asked.
“Because they’ll be on sale,” Alijah replied.
“You know we’re rich, don’t you, baby?” Kieran asked with a raised brow, folding.
“That’s not the point,” she countered. “It’s just what people do. They go Black Friday shopping.”
“Not all people because I’ve never done that,” Kieran stated. “And you didn’t the past two years either.”
Remy looked over to see Alijah shrug. “Yes, well, I didn’t want to then, but there are art supplies I want on sale this year. So, I’m going to get them, and you are more than welcome to come and experience it for the first time.”
“Same,” Chayse cosigned. “A camera I’ve been looking at will be on sale.”
“I’m going for the shoe sales,” Erin stated.
That Remy could get behind. He had an extensive collection of them and intended to continue growing them. Realistically, he knew he’d only worn some of the shoes in his collection once, but at least he’d worn them.
“You’re obsessed with shoes, babe,” Lawrence stated as if reading his mind. “You might enjoy going.”
“If you’re trying to convince me to go with you, all you have to do is ask, baby.”
“Do you want to go with me?” Lawrence asked.
“If you want me to.”
“That isn’t what I asked.”
“But that’s my answer.”
Lawrence glared playfully at him. “I guess you’re going then.”
“See, that wasn’t so hard,” Remy teased, returning to the game and realizing he’d won the round. He threw his cards in, took the chips, and prepared for the next hand.
“Fuck,” Lawrence moaned, his back arching as Remy swallowed around his dick and scissored the fingers he had inside him.
He was overwhelmed with pleasure, and he knew he was close to cumming; he could feel it steadily building as his boyfriend’s fingers brushed against his prostate, and he gave him head like he was attempting to suck his soul from his body.
“Baby, I’m going to cum,” Lawrence stated, gripping the sheets.
Remy slowly came off his dick. “No, you’re not.”
Lawrence should have kept his mouth shut, but he typically couldn’t help it in the moment. He would have to train his mouth to remain closed, but he knew it would be hard. Remy was the firstman he’d dated who took pleasure in dictating his orgasm, regardless of him wanting multiple from him whenever they had sex. He gasped as Remy curled his fingers, brushing his prostate before pulling them out.
