Page 62 of The Secret of Pain

I shift in his arms, turning to face him. He maneuvers so that he is under the sheets with me. I run my hands up his bare chest, feeling the muscles below tense at my touch, then resting my hands there between us. His eyes close at the contact, as he leans his head toward mine, so close I feel his breath on my cheek.

"What are we doing?" His words are so soft, almost a plea. I answer him with a kiss, and his lips devour mine. He moves us so that he is above me and kisses me with so much passion it steals my breath. His kisses trace to my neck as he grinds down into me, and I bite my lip to stifle the groan that escapes me. His hands move upward, lifting my tank, and I pull up slightly so he can remove it, throwing it to the floor before his hands and lips are back on me.

"Creek," I gasp. He marks a path down to my breast, kissing, licking, and sucking, and I know he's marking me. Laying his own claim, in a place few will ever see. His mouth moves to my nipple and I tangle my fingers in his long, wild hair.

His hand moves slowly, softly down to my wetness, and I gasp as his fingers stroke my clit as his mouth sucks on my nipple.

"Holy shit." I can’t help but grind against his hand at the sensations. His fingers work me into a frenzy, not relenting until I topple over the peak he led me to. He silences my release with his mouth on mine, swallowing my screams.

He pulls back and looks down at me with a panty-melting smile.

"Morning," he says softly.

"Morning." I blush. He rolls off of me and pulls me into him so my head rests on his chest. I lie there, not knowing what to say when we just obviously blew past the line I tried to draw in the sand to stop anyone getting hurt. To stop things getting even more complicated than they already were.

"Stop overthinking it, Remy." Creek laughs underneath me. The sound rumbles through his chest, and I smile at how well he knows me. Maybe it will be okay. Just maybe it will all work out, but for now, I'm going to enjoy this.

I reach down and cup him, hard as steel beneath my fingers, and his sharp intake of breath widens my smile.

"You don't have to, Remy. That’s not what this was."

"Hush," I say, kissing him gently again. I trace my fingertips back down his chest, and slip my hand beneath his sweatpants.

Commando. Interesting.

I tease the tip of his cock, so hard and so warm beneath my touch, loving the way he feels, how he reacts to me. I slip from his grasp and pull down his sweatpants, revealing him to me. And holy mother of all that is right with the world. He felt huge beneath the material, but to see it…

Just wow.

I move down the bed, sitting between his legs, and lean down, swiping my tongue around the head, stroking him as I do. His breath hitches and he groans as I take him in my mouth, his sounds encouraging me.

He holds my hair and he guides me further down onto him until he reaches the back of my throat, making me gag before letting me up for air. My eyes water, but the shudder that runs through him excites me enough to do it again. His hand guides my head down as his hips thrust up, and delight in how lost he seems. I look up at him because I want to see him as he comes undone. His hooded eyes are full of heat staring back at me like I’m his queen.

“Fuck, Remy.” He tries to lift my head, but I keep sucking his thick cock until he empties himself down my throat with a shout. I swallow and lick my lips, smiling up at him. He sits and pulls me up to him, so I’m straddling him and kisses me again so softly.

We sit in comfortable silence like that until I hear movement downstairs.

“I think we woke your brother,” Creek says, and I can feel his awkwardness already.

“If we did, so be it. I’m pretty sure my brother isn’t a saint.” I shrug but get up from his lap.

“I’m going to jump in the shower, want to come wash my back?” I ask with a cheeky wink.

He groans and rubs a hand down his face. “You little temptress.”

He looks conflicted, glancing to the door and then focusing back ono me. He seems to make up his mind as he leaps from the bed and scoops me up into his arms, making me squeal.

“I will never get enough of you.”

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This day has been exhausting. After my extremely nice wake up this morning, that I can’t find it in me to regret despite the complications it brings, my day spiraled. Not wanting to leave the house, Bauer had us all running drills and circuits on the land behind the house. I don’t remember the last time I sweat that hard without it being fun.

My body is now sore, and not in a good way. I slip down onto my couch with a sigh. Colt texted us all earlier to let us know he’d be back tomorrow, with no more information than that, and still no reason as to why he had to up and leave.

My mind whirrs as my body sinks into the cushions below me. I kick off my shoes and curl up. I know I need to move. There are still things I need to do, especially since only Nate and Maddie have been patrolling since my dad’s accident, but I can’t muster the energy to worry about it.

My phone vibrates on the table and I groan.

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