Page 99 of His Surrender
With my reputation, would Remi trust me?
Remi’s brow pulled together, and I could see his mind at work, mulling over my words. And their meaning. Then, his face softened. “Is that your way of asking me to be your boyfriend, Jay Foley?”
I returned his smile. “I guess it is. I want you to have exclusive rights to my cock, darlin’.”
My cock… and my heart.
“That’s the most romantic thing you’ve ever said to me.”
I breathed out a laugh and kissed him before sinking into his tight heat. He sighed against my lips and hooked an arm behind my head, as if keeping me from going anywhere. But there was nowhere else I wanted to be.
Chapter 22
Remi
“Dale’s getting married.” I turned the wedding invitation around, seeing a picture of my dad with his bride-to-be. A veryyoungbride-to-be. She had long blonde hair, big boobs, obvious lip injections, and a fake tan. Everything about her seemed fake. Which made her perfect for my dad.
“Let me see,” Jay said, grabbing the invitation. “You don’t look like your dad.”
“Funny you say that. People used to say I looked just like him.”
“Nah, it’s in your eyes,” he said, pointing to the photo. “Yours are warm and kind, and his are cold and distant. An expression can change a person’s whole face. Are you goin’ to attend?”
“It’s in California.” I tossed the invitation on the table in my kitchen. “But even if it was five minutes away, I still wouldn’t go. Our relationship is toxic. I don’t know why he even invited me to his wedding.”
“Because you’re his son. Maybe it’s his way of trying to make amends.”
“Not everyone has a close family like you, Jay. Dale is putting on a show. It’s what he does. Did you notice the invitation didn’t include a plus-one? Because he knows I’d bring you, and his son being out and proud is a hit he doesn’t want to take to his bullshit reputation.”
I had told my dad about Jay a week ago when he called asking for my mailing address. It had just kind of rushed out. After getting my address, he’d started grilling me again aboutdoing something important with my life, and I had blurted out that I was the happiest I’d ever been with a career I enjoyed and a boyfriend I loved.
“Do you want to burn it?” Jay asked with a silly grin. “We can light the sucker up and send the ashes blowin’ into the wind.”
“Are you a pyromaniac? Is this some new thing I’m about to learn about you?”
“The only thing I plan to set on fire is your heart.”
“Sounds painful.”
Jay chuckled and stood from the table to go check the lasagna in the oven. He’d come over to my apartment that Thursday with an armful of groceries. Jay Foley never did anything the easy way. He’d bought the ingredients to make lasagna from scratch.
“I don’t do that frozen shit,”he had said before helping himself to my kitchen.
I liked how comfortable he was in my space.
“I got my results back today.” He used an oven mitt to take the pan from the oven and set it on top of the stove to cool. Blond bangs fell into his eyes as he glanced over at me, and the smirk he sent my way made my heart skip a beat. “I’m good to go.”
We had gone down to the clinic the day after he suggested it and gotten tested. I’d gotten my results the day before and was in the clear too.
“Ah. I see.” I stood up and closed the distance between us, wrapping my arms around his neck. “So this is celebration lasagna.”
“You caught me.” His green eyes twinkled. “I’ve never fucked bareback. It’ll be like losing my virginity all over again.”
I snorted. “Not quite. But I get your meaning. I’ve never done it without a condom either.”
“Even in past relationships?” he asked with a tilt of his brow.
“I never trusted them enough.”
