Page 68 of Win You Over
“You’re shaking, baby,” he says, holding me tighter. “Come on, let’s go home.”
The ride back is quiet. I sit close to Remi’s side, looking out at the darkness through the window. Because of me, because I was too weak to tell Chad to fuck off, Remi has had to leave his sister’s wedding early.
I want to tell him I’m sorry, but my body is still shaking and my chest is tight, a panic attack floating on the edges of my vision. It wasn’t even that big of a deal, but my body disagrees, its freeze response on high alert.
When we arrive back at the villa, Remington leads me into the house and up the stairs. He doesn’t say anything as he undresses, lifts the covers and climbs into bed.
I watch him, my feet restless on the carpeted floor as I war between climbing in with him and hiding in the bathroom until I feel less embarrassed.
Remi makes the decision for me when he flips the blankets on my side and taps the mattress.
Wordlessly, I remove my shirt then slide in next to him, leaving a wide space between us.
His arm finds my waist, and he hauls me closer, my back to his chest and his lips against my neck. His other arm sneaks under my shoulder and my body relaxes, letting out a deep breath I hadn’t realised I was holding.
“I’m sorry about Chad. The guy’s a douche.”
I kiss the hand closest to my face.
“I couldn’t wait to get you home,” he says, nuzzling his nose against my skin. “Just to hold you like this.” His hand draws circles over my stomach, the act causing my muscles to contract.
He’s silent for ages, his breath deepening until I am sure he’s asleep. Glancing behind me, I see his eyes closed, his mouth parted in a gentle breath. He’s so gorgeous. When he’s awake, he’s pure sunshine and when he’s asleep he’s warm, beguiling moonlight. I turn back around and press my face to the pillow, closing my eyes and letting his hold on me calm every part of my fractious soul, until I’m drifting off to sleep.
The scent of the forest permeates the air – its cloying, rotting smell hitting my nostrils and making my stomach roll. I’m alone here, walking in what feels like circles. Light tries to forceits way through the trees, but they’re holding it back, blocking its path.
There’s laughter in the distance, and someone yells ‘run’. I don’t know if it’s an instruction or a warning, but my body tries to move faster. I can’t. My feet are tethered to the ground, long vines holding me down. A boy appears in front of me, and as he takes two steps closer, he warps into a man. I think I recognise him. There’s this feeling of familiarity inside of me that I try to grasp.
“Beg, loser,” he commands, his tone mocking. “Beg and I won’t hurt you.”
I turn, but like the trees blocking the sun, my path is blocked by a group of faceless people. I fall when I try to run; the vines creeping around my wrists. My mouth parts on a silent scream and I thrash my body on the unforgiving ground.
“Holden!”Someone calls my name. “Baby.”
My eyes shoot open, my heart racing so fast I fear I might pass out.
“Breathe for me, Holden.”
I blink, pushing away the nightmare, my eyes adjusting to the room, shrouded in moonlight.
Remington is in front of me. With one hand, he opens my palm and twines our fingers together. Then, his other hand grips tightly to my hip. Pulling me out of the past.
“You with me,leeutjie?” he asks, his voice soft and laced with concern.
I nod, propelling myself forward and clambering into his lap. I need this. I need him. Holding me, touching me, showing me I’m safe. I need everything Remington Langford has to offer.
My lips trace a line up his neck to his ear, making him shiver. I bite down on the soft skin of his earlobe and Remi groans, his hands moving to my sides, his fingers pressing painfully into me.
“Holden,” he moans when I manoeuvre myself so I have a leg on either side of him and my cock is flush with his naked stomach behind the thin fabric of my shorts.
“Want you,” I whisper, grinding myself against him, my fingernails scratching into the skin at his back.
He’s hard beneath me, his cock resting in the groove of my ass.
“What do you need, baby?”
Remington’s grip moves to the back of my neck, his hand lacing beneath the long strands, pulling until my head tips back and our eyes meet. His are dark, his pupils swallowed up by the lust burning within them.
“I want to know what you feel like.” I gulp then add, “Inside me.”
