Page 83 of Scrooged for the Holidays
“It’s fine.” I stop him. “This was…”
“Amazing, beyond words?” he suggests.
My heart cracks at his sweetness, and I can’t stop myself from stepping forward and kissing him on the mouth. I pull back before he can deepen it.
“You did good, Angel Boy.”
His warm laughter attempts to thaw my heart more than it already has today. Remi appears next to him, and I look up at the massive shirtless man who just fucked me six ways to Sunday. He looks nearly too perfect for what just happened, not a hair out of place on his head and his cock already tucked back in his pants.
“You don’t have to run off,” he says.
“I’m tired; you two wore me out.”
I pick up my bra and lift onto my toes to kiss Remiel’s cheek. “Thanks for the fuck of a lifetime, Daddy.”
He opens his mouth to speak, but I’m already on my way out the door, bra in one hand and shoes in the other, leaving my thong behind. It was probably ruined, anyway.
The last pair of eyes I see before I close the door are Sam’s along with what I swear is a pulse of dark shadows behind him that oddly reminds me of tentacles. That would be absolutely wacky, though. I guess I’m more tired than I thought.
Which means sleep. Sleep is what I need. Or maybe I’ll curl up in bed and read a bit of the new monster romance I brought, unwind a bit from the interesting and totally out-of-the-ordinary day I’ve had, one that has me questioning more about myself than I have in years.
I exhale as I close the door and lean against it.Remember, Greer. Emotions are a liability. Control is power.
PART iii:
The Rekindling
Chapter twenty-six
Greer
“Wakeup,love.”
My nose prickles at the scent of pine and sandalwood. I groggily open my eyes to find the only person who’s ever called me love standing above me. His handsome face is blurry through my sleep-filled eyes.
Sleep. I was sleeping.
I bolt up in bed, clutching the comforter to my chest. I look around. The room is dark save the fire that glows on the other side of the room and the Christmas tree lights that add their own colorful luminescence. Confusion addles my brain. Neither the fire nor the Christmas lights had been on when I went to sleep. The room had been completely dark.
I blink, but nothing changes. Remi is still standing in front of me. My gaze rakes down his body, and I note he’s dressed as if he’s ready to go outside: jeans, turtleneck, jacket, scarf, boots. Déjà vu strikes me, and I abruptly climb out of bed, jabbing a finger into Remi’s firm chest that I’m pretty sure I was dreaming about after what happened earlier.
“What are you doing in my room?” My gaze flicks over him again. “And why are you dressed like that?”
Images of his naked chest flash in my mind, and a dull ache between my legs reminds me of what we were doing earlier. What he and Kai werebothdoing to me.
His cheek twitches, and I blink, refocusing on the fact that a fully dressed Remi is standing in my room—no time to think about how his dick ruined me. I swallow and blink again, but he’s still here.
“Let’s get going,” his low voice hums. “I have much to show you and little time to do it.”
My eyes narrow. “What are you talking about?”
Remi snaps his fingers, and the slippers I wore last night are in his hand.
He holds them out to me, but I shake my head. “I’m not taking those.”
“Take the slippers or not. But either way, you’ll end up seeing what you need to see tonight.”
A disbelieving laugh bubbles out of my throat as I glare at Remi, who looks just as real as he did today and as real as Kai did in my nightmare last night.
