Page 110 of Give My Everything
When we get to my room, she crawls into the bed still fully clothed and I flick off the lights, following in her wake.
Lying there, I put my arms around her, and by some unspoken agreement, we just allow ourselves to fall asleep wrapped up in each other.
I wake in the night, my eyes glancing to the clock sitting on my nightstand. It’s after three in the morning and I feel oddly awake.
When I look at Remmy, I see she’s awake too, her eyes watching me.
“Do you think we’re going to work?” she whispers, inching closer to me so we’re pressed together. “That we can have a happy life together even though everything is a lie?”
In that moment, it feels like the world slows down and I start to notice everything.
I can feel the breeze from my open patio door leading out to the slight view of the ocean, the softness of the sheets beneath me. I can smell the salt in the sea mixing with the air fresheners Ivy made me get because she said boys are stinky.
And I see Remmy, lying on my bed, her long, sexy body stretched out next to me.
“Not everything is a lie,” I answer, my hand coming out to wrap around her and snuggle her up against me. Then I take her hand in mine and bring it down to where my dick is growing hard between my thighs.
She grips me and I moan.
“Not everything is a lie,” I repeat. “The way you make my body feel isn’t a lie.”
Remmy strokes along my shaft then slips her hand beneath my clothes, taking me in her hand, the feeling of her warm palm against me sending a jolt through my body.
“But that’s just physical,” she whispers, her lips pressing against my neck, and she begins to suck and bite at the skin. “IknowI can make your body feel good. I’m talking about your mind, your soul, your…”
She trails off.
Your heart.
That had to have been what she was going to say next.
“Give it time,” I say, then I sigh as she gives me a particularly delicious squeeze. “We’re going to make it work. I know it.”
Remmy pulls her hand out of my pants and tugs her shirt off, leaving her in the same bra she was wearing earlier today when we had sex on the kitchen floor.
But now it’s after three in the morning, and our late-afternoon romp downstairs feels like a million years ago. It feels like a different time, like we were different people—not only on our own, but to each other.
I don’t know why, but she’s not just the woman who is supposed to help me anymore. She’s Remmy, an absolute goddess I can’t seem to get enough of, a woman who has been so strong and has come out stronger on the other side of a life that continued to beat her up and throw her down to the mat.
Maybe that’s why. Maybe she’s different to me now because I’m getting a better picture of whoIam, too—or at least who I want to be.
And who I want to be is a man who could never be the reason she gets taken advantage of again.
We strip our clothes off slowly, enjoying this new closeness, this new intimacy that neither of us were expecting.
I hold her near me as I drink from her mouth and pleasure her with my fingers, loving the sounds of her soft cries and pleas for more.
“I want you inside me,” she says, a phrase I’ve heard from her before. “I want you so deep I don’t know where I end and you begin.”
We shift on the bed, and she flips over so she’s on her stomach, rising to her hands and knees.
My eyes fall to the tattoo running up and down the length of her spine, text in a swoopy cursive that I can’t read.
“Like this,” Remmy says, drawing my eyes back to her ass as she sticks it out toward me and bows her body.
I grin, moving up behind her and rubbing my dick along her center, groaning when I feel the slickness.
“Soft or hard?” I ask.
