Page 43 of One Night Bride
He just stared at me, a little vein on the side of his forehead counting out the seconds. He finally blew out a frustrated breath and ran his hands through his hair before reaching out and pulling on my hand. He tugged me over to the bench and we both sat.
“I’m sorry. Really. I’m sorry for jumping down your throat. I just got off the phone with my dad and he’s laying on the guilt for not being there at the ranch. He just can’t get it through his head that I have my own dreams to chase. He was there for all the stuff with Killam, and he still doesn’t understand why I want this nonprofit so badly. I don’t think anything will make him understand.”
I put my hand on his. Poor guy was getting shit from his parents for wanting to make a difference in this world. It wasn’t fair. They should have been encouraging him instead.
“I’m sorry too. I didn’t realize you’d had a tough phone call. But I promise I’m only asking questions because I care, not because I want to tell you what to do.”
He cringed and squeezed my hand. “I know that. I guess I was just a little too sensitive about the whole thing. I just—” He swung his leg over the bench and leaned in, his energy palpable. “I just want to help more kids like Killam, and I want my family to be supportive too. Is that really too much to ask? I can make such a difference, I know I can.”
I cupped his face and kissed him quick. “I believe in you. It might not hold the same weight as your parents, but I’m with you. You’re going to make such a difference in some kids’ lives.”
His eyes heated right before he pulled me into him, crushing his lips to mine and taking the kiss into a mad frenzy of lips and tongues and teeth. He flipped up the band on my sports bra, letting my breasts pop out and then quit kissing me long enough to tug it over my head and toss it to the ground. I pushed down my shorts and climbed back on the bench, pulling out his cock and straddling him. He was already hard for me. He ripped off his T-shirt and pulled me in tight.
“Esme,” he said against my breasts, where he was kissing and sucking like a starving man. “I don’t have a condom.”
“It’s okay. I’m on the pill and we are married.” I rubbed myself against his length and looked down to see him slick with my desire.
He hummed against my skin as I held him to my breasts. “Fuck yes, we are.” Then he reached down to notch himself at my opening. I slid down on him, both of us panting by the time I was fully seated on his lap.
His hands gripped my hips, holding me still. “Oh fuck, Esme. You feel so fucking good.”
I smiled, loving how much he cursed the second he was inside me. It was like a flip switched and he wasn’t that cowboy gentleman any longer. He was a man on the edge of losing control.
He surged up into me and I used my feet on the ground to lift back up, teasing him for a few moments before I slammed back down. The bench beneath us groaned. Pretty soon we were both groaning, the hard and fast coupling perfect for making up after our first argument.
“Come on, ’Me. I can’t hold off much longer.” Remington reached between us and strummed between my legs, instantly bringing that orgasm front and center that had previously lingered on the edges.
I slammed back down on him, feeling him hit so high up in my body my brain short-circuited and stars shot straight out of my skull. I moaned out my orgasm and Remy followed right behind, pulsing into me before finally stilling. His forehead was on mine, our panting breaths mingling as we tried to recover while on a tiny bench in the middle of the garage.
“Did you just call me ’Me?” I asked with a grin trying to make its way to my face. I hadn’t even opened my eyes yet.
He barked out a laugh and pulled his forehead away. “I think I did. It is short for Esme. And I kind of like it.” I opened my eyes to see his dancing with humor. Then he lost the smile, and he just stared at me, the air turning heavy the longer he stared. “I’m starting to love you just as much as me, so I might as well call you ’Me.”
It was a simple statement. So sweet and honest I knew in my heart I felt the same way. I ran my fingers through his hair and pulled him back to me for a kiss.
“I love you too, Remy,” I said against his lips. If he could be honest with me, I’d be honest with him.
His face lit up, and he took the kiss deeper. We made out there on the bench until we heard a car pull up the driveway, just outside the garage.
I broke off the kiss, my heart hammering. “Izzy,” I whispered.
It was a mad scramble to find clothes and get back up the stairs and to my bedroom before Izzy came in the house. We laughed like teenagers caught by their parents, trying to keep quiet and probably failing miserably. We’d just reached my room when Izzy hollered.
“I’m home! Hope you’re all decent!”
I burst into giggles again and nearly tripped over my own shoes getting to the shower. Remington held me steady and playfully smacked me on the ass, following me into the shower.
I loved him, but in all that conversation and great sex, I’d forgotten to tell him what I needed in a relationship. And that was what scared me. I was already pushing my own needs to the back burner.
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Esme
“What is all this?”
Remington steered me toward my bedroom, a mischievous smile on his face and a black button-up shirt that should be illegal. The sleeves were tugging hard on his biceps, and I couldn’t help but think about the body underneath.
“You’ve been working all day, so I figured I’d get our date ready.” Remington pulled me into the bedroom and I saw a sundress laid out on the bed. The same one I wore in Tahoe when we met.
