Page 37 of Wilder Love
I groaned when she snuck her hand inside my sweatpants. Her warm hand wrapped around my cock and she squeezed.
“Remy.” My voice sounded strained and desperate. Begging for release but knowing I should stop this.
“Tonight, it’s my turn. This is allowed.”
We were making up the rules as we went. My turn. Her turn. This was allowed. No penetration. My hands made swift work of removing her flannel shirt and tank top, exposing her white lace bra. That was allowed. My T-shirt was tossed on the floor. That was allowed.
She returned her attention to my starving cock, and gripped the shaft, running her thumb over the wet head. I cursed when she squeezed, then began pumping, her hand so warm so perfect. My hands explored her curves and silky skin and it was all I could do not to come within the first few minutes. With each torturous tug, she rolled her hips, grinding her body against mine. Our breaths came out in little pants and my head fell back against the cushion, my vision blurring as my semen came out in hot spurts, covering my abs.
Since when did a hand job nearly have me blacking out? Remy cleaned me off with my T-shirt from the floor and wrapped her arms around my neck, kissing me hard on the lips. I flipped her onto her back and pulled down her leggings, my finger trailing over the wet spot on her white panties. Her body trembled under my touch, and a moan escaped her lips. Just my mouth and fingers. We weren’t crossing a line.
14
Shane
“Just think…” Travis said, his voice raised to be heard over the thumping bass as we weaved through the people crowding Cody Shaw’s living room. It smelled like sweat and beer. We stepped outside onto the deck and I took a fortifying breath of cold night air. “In three years and five months, Remy will be of legal drinking age. In five months, every guy at this party including me can legally—”
I punched his arm to stop him from finishing the sentence. Thinking about Remy with anyone who wasn’t me was… well, unthinkable. “Shut up,” I growled, taking a pull of my beer.
Travis shook his head. “When it comes to her, you have zero chill.”
“Hey guys.” Two blondes greeted us, drinks in hand, big smiles on their faces. Once upon a time, they might have been my type. Now they looked too plastic fantastic, too perfect. Bland, like all their edges had been smoothed.
Cody hobbled up behind them and slung an arm around each of their shoulders. He was drunk off his ass, his leg still in a cast from when he fractured his left femur in a free surf in Oahu. “These are the guys I was telling you about. They’re legends. Fucking legends. My boy Shane is the eleventh best surfer in the whole fucking world, ladies. And Travis is trailing close behind at lucky number fourteen. Show ‘em some love, ladies.” Cody winked at us before he stumbled away, stripped naked and joined his girlfriend in the hot tub, hanging his leg over the side as she straddled him. It looked awkward as fuck, but they made it work.
“Trailing close behind,” Travis grumbled.
I wasn’t too thrilled about number eleven either. Eleven was not number one, not even close, but next year would be my year. “Told you you’d be chasing me.”
He punched my arm, payback for having done the same to him, and turned his attention to the girls.
They were talking about God knows what, their laughter telling me they were enjoying themselves or doing a good job of pretending. I checked my phone and read the text from Remy. It was only eleven o’clock. I wasn’t drunk. I was okay to drive. Decision made, I texted her back and pocketed my cell.
“Happy New Year. I’m out of here,” I told Travis, not waiting for his reply. He muttered something under his breath that sounded like ‘jailbait’ and ‘pussy whipped.’
I got in my Jeep and drove from Huntington Beach to Costa del Rey. At quarter to twelve, I was parked outside her friend Sienna’s enormous Tudor-style house, waiting.
She climbed into the passenger’s seat and smiled at me. “Hello lover.”
I winked. “Hello trouble. It’s you again.”
“Trouble follows you. Or maybe you seek it out.”
I was starting to think that was the case.
I drove to the beach and parked, grabbing towels, a blanket, an extra hoodie, and a flashlight from the back of my Jeep as if this had all been planned in advance rather than an impromptu New Year’s Eve visit. Remy didn’t seem surprised we’d ended up here. It felt right, somehow, like this was where we needed to be to ring in a new year. I tossed her the hoodie and she pulled it on over her black sweater. I draped my canvas jacket over her shoulders and she shrugged it off, handing it back to me. “You’ll need it. You’re only wearing a shirt.”
“I’m warm-blooded.”
“Whyareyou always so warm?”
“I have a big heart.”
She laughed.
I put the jacket back over her shoulders and we walked to the beach, the light of the flashlight guiding our way. When we stopped at the top of the staircase, she tucked her arm in mine, bracing against the wind coming off the ocean. The sky reeled with stars, the night cold and crystal-clear.
“Happy New Year, Remy.”
