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He silences me with a kiss, his tongue delving into my mouth. Our tongues tangle, our teeth nip, the two of us giving and taking in equal measure.
With one hand on my hip, Remington tips me forward, and when the blunt head of his cock pushes at my entrance, I suck in a breath. My head swims, white dots floating at the edges as he steals the air straight from my lungs and buries himself inside me.
“Remi,” I say again. “Remi.”
I pull back, wanting to see every expression that crosses his face. His mouth is parted on an O and his eyes are dark, his brows pulled together into a frown.
“Fuck,” he exclaims. “You feel…fuck. Give me a second.” He breathes in through his nose and then out through his mouth, holding my hips with both hands to keep me still.
“You feel so fucking good.Toofucking good.”
After a moment, where he seems to have gathered his composure, Remington guides my body along his shaft. He pullsme all the way up and then brings me back down, my ass stretching around the entirety of his length.
“Like this,” he says. “Ride me like this.”
I lift myself up and slam back down, watching as Remington’s eyes roll and he moans, biting his bottom lip. The harder I ride him, the louder he gets.
His hand finds my cock again, working me hard and fast, bringing me closer and closer to the edge.
A beautiful flush runs up Remington’s chest and neck, making his cheeks glow, pleasure written all over his body. He’s so fucking stunning, I want to take a photo of him like this, so I never forget how ethereal he looks. How perfect he is. How I could ever have thought any different is so far beyond me now.
I rotate my hips, riding him until the muscles in my legs burn and I’m so close to tipping over the edge. My cock is leaking, pre-cum sliding down my throbbing shaft.
“Hold? Baby.” Remi’s breathing is ragged as he says my name. “Please,” he begs, and I know exactly what he needs. Raking my hands down his back, I apply pressure, letting my nails dig into his skin, hard enough to leave marks. He flinches and growls, thrusting his hips and pounding relentlessly against my prostate. Electricity born of lust and want and desire runs through my blood as he gives me his all.
Sinking my nails deeper, and then using my teeth to deliver a sharp bite to his jaw, Remington shakes beneath me, a guttural sound coming from him as he comes.
“Remi!” I yell, his name tasting sweet and delectable on my tongue as I press myself down on his still-hard cock, my orgasm cresting and exploding, cum pulsing from my tip, completely untouched.
“Oh fuck,” Remington remarks, his arms coming up to wrap me in a hug, before he pulls out of me and rolls us onto our sides.Hair sticks to my sweat-drenched face, and he uses the pad of a finger to brush it away.
“You’re perfect, Holden. Every single thing about you is perfect.” Remington kisses my forehead. “I think you were made for me.”
Joy burns hotter than the sun inside me and his words work their way into my heart, taking up home there.
“You too, Remi,” I add. “You’re perfect too.”
“I know,” he replies jokingly, a smile taking over his whole face, reaching his eyes.
The only thing I can do is match the upturn of his lips with a smile of my own and hope that this connection we share never ends.
Chapter 26
Remington
“Are you sure you can’t stay longer?” Mom asks over breakfast two days after the wedding. We spent yesterday with my parents. Holden building a puzzle with Dad, while Mom and I cooked, and then the four of us ate on the patio and sat outside until the sun set.
“Holden has to work,” I reply, then pop a spoonful of cereal into my mouth. “And I want to go back with him.” My hand finds his on the table, and I twist our pinky fingers together.
“It’s been really lovely having you with us,” Mom says to Holden.
“Thank you for having me.” His voice is soft, tentative, but it’s clear in the past two weeks that he’s grown comfortable aroundmy parents. My heart warms at the thought. Holden is a part of this family now because he’s mine.
I am so fiercely sure of that fact. Holden Booker is mine. I need everyone to know that.
When breakfast is over, Holden returns to the room to pack and I pop outside, walking down the path towards the beach. Taking out my phone, I dial Finn’s number, listening as it rings once, twice, and then his voice carries over the line.
“Bro! How are you? You home yet?”
