Something Gained, page 13
"Hmm." I hear the audible groan as the body slumps over as he finally begins to move. Sitting up, he braces both hands on the edge of the wooden bar taking a moment to let his bloodshot eyes adjust. "What the hell? Where's my beer?"
"You drank it. It's time to go, come on." I say, gripping his upper arm in my fist, hoping to pull him away.
"I just got here. Boy, you better let go of my arm." His words are slurred with the effects of the alcohol.
"Here. Maybe this will help." Al says, placing a cup of steaming coffee in front of him. "Unless that has a shot of whiskey, I don't want it."
I roll my eyes. I'm getting tired of this shit. Every single week I've been dragging his ass to AA in the hopes that one time it will stick. Every damn week for two years, I've been getting phone calls to come and pick his ass up off a bar stool.
Grabbing hold of the collar on his shirt, I give it a rough tug to get him to his feet. "Let's go. I have a business to run and shit to do. I can't be waiting on your ass my whole life."
Eyes of half-mast meet mine. "Who the fuck asked ya to come here?"
Anger begins to bubble up inside of me—this miserable piece of shit. "If I don't take you home, you know Sargent Wes is going to take you to sleep it off in jail again. Would you rather do that instead?"
"Ah, fuck it. I'm done anyways. Let's go, hotshot." He says, stumbling as he tries to gain his footing. Reaching out, I grab onto his arm, helping him stand as straight as he could. Yanking his arm from my hold, he heads toward the door.
I walk past the bar and knock my knuckles against the wood, and wave at Al as we leave the bar. Stepping out into the bright light of day, the old man starts to head the wrong way forcing me to correct him.
"This way, dad. My trucks parked over here."
I drop the old man off at his shitty apartment and head back to the shop. As I'm pulling into the parking lot, I notice the familiar Porsche parked in a spot near the office door. What the hell is that asshole doing here? I'm in no fucking mood for Jared right now. Jumping from the truck. I head into the office. Dressed in his usual suit and tie, the cocky bastard tucks his hands into his pants pockets like he's afraid to touch anything. He's standing at the counter with TJ, and they seem to be in deep conversation. They both look at me as I walk in.
"Trouble with the car again?" I ask, knowing full well there's nothing wrong with his car and everything to do with him wanting to see Remy. Too fucking bad.
"Hey, Gray. I was stopping in to see Remy. I was hoping she was here. I wanted to see if she had time for me." Fucking cocky bastard.
"She took the day off to get some things taken care of. I'll let her know you stopped by." I said as I round the counter cutting the lawyer off.
"Great." He said, pausing. "Oh, and also, could you tell her I'm glad I was able to help her out with that little plumbing problem she had. Let her know if she needs anything else; all she needs to do is call me. Oh, and tell her I can't wait for our next lunch date together. The other day having her for lunch was…great." Jared said, smiling because he knew all too well how his words sounded. My hands clench into fists at my sides, and I want to smack that smug smile off his face. More so, I wanted to ask a hundred burning questions. Had he helped her? They had lunch together? When? Where did they go? Was it a romantic candlelit for two or sharing a sub sandwich with a friend?
Remy told me she had found the plumber. Is that what she's been doing? She refuses to let me help her and my son so she can go behind my back and run to this dipshit for help?
"I don't think she will need anything else from you, Jared. If she needs anything, I'll be the one to give it to her." My anger is near boiling. I want to punch this clown in his clean-shaven face.
"You do that, Gray. If not, she has my number." Turning back to TJ, Jared gives a wave and leaves the shop. TJ and I watch him go before TJ turns my way.
"Dude, what the hell did I miss? What was that all about? Are you and Remy like…together? I know you two have a past and all, and you and Remy have Jamie, but I thought it was like co-parenting. Wait a minute, have you been hitting that…." TJ's words came to a dead stop as I swung back around and pinned him with my eyes. "Don't talk about her like that. Whatever is going on between Remy and me is just that. Between us. Got it?"
TJ brought his hands palms out into the air to defend himself. "Hey, man. You know I don't mean any disrespect. You know I adore Remy and Jamie. Hell, I'd be happy if you all got together."
I ran my shaking hands through my hair, pulling on the ends. "Shit, I'm sorry, man. I'm worked up from the old man, and then I get here and see that dip-shit…I need to cool off, is all."
The phone rang, breaking the tension in the shop. TJ heads back into the office to answer it, and I start to pull my coveralls up over my jeans. I need to get my hands dirty and get some work done. That will make me feel better and put me in a better mood.
"Gray, Remy's on the line."
Fuck.
I don't want to talk to her until I've cooled off from hearing she accepted Jared's help over mine.
I head into Remy's office and pick up the phone, waiting to hear the click to let me know TJ hung up on his end.
"Hey, what's up, babe?" I ask, hoping she can't hear the irritation in my voice.
"Hi. I wanted to call and see if you have plans after work? If you have dinner plans, that is?" I could hear the happiness in her voice, and it took a little of the steam off my anger.
"No, I don't. Do you have something in mind?"
"Jamie and I thought you would like to come over and have pizza with us. Dad comes home tomorrow, so I'm trying to get the place ready for him. I thought after Jamie goes down for the night, we could…talk."
My heartbeat speeds up. No man likes to hear the phrase 'we need to talk. "Is there something wrong?" I ask, not knowing how much more shit I can take today.
I hear a soft giggle from the other end, and then she whispers into the phone like she's hiding her words. "Talk is code for sex, Gray."
Holy fuck. She wants me again? Wait, does this mean that she's not interested in Jared? I mean, if she wants me in her bed, then that means she's not inviting anyone else in. Right?
Remy's inviting me over to spend time with my son and giving me access to fuck her. I'm not going to complain. "You want to order delivery, or do you want me to pick it up on my way over?"
***
Before I headed to Remy's for dinner, I stopped by my place to shower. By the time I was backing my bike into the parking spot in front of her dad's house, my temper was back in check. I decided it didn't matter if Jared was poking his nose around Remy like a horny bloodhound. From this moment on, she's going to be mine. I'm going to make sure she knows it, and if I have anything to say about it, the whole damn town will know it soon enough. I'm also going to talk to her about the two of them moving into my house where I can take care of them for good. Of course, she's going to want to wait until her dad is in better health and back on his feet, but that's cool. As long as no one minds me staying the night a few times a week at Bill's, I can wait until her old man is settled.
The front door opens before I can kill the engine, and Jamie runs down the stairs and over to me.
"Hey, kiddo." I greet him, and my heart melts when I receive a subtle hand wave. I swing my leg from the bike and join my son on the sidewalk.
"Jamie Allen, you get back in this house. I said it was dinnertime, buddy. You can look at Grayson's bike after we eat, okay?" Remy says as she stops to stand at the top of the front steps.
"Okay, momma." Jamie agrees before he bounces back up the stairs and into the house.
I wait until Jamie is inside the house before I turn my full attention to Remy. "I can't wait to hear him call me dad."
Remy smiles, but it's not as sunny and bright or in her eyes as I'd like to see. "He will. He needs to get to know you more and spend more time with you. We'll get there, Gray."
I nod. As much as I can't wait for my boy to know and understand that I'm his dad, now isn't the time to push the matter. Remy has enough on her plate with her dad being sick. I want to make sure that Remy and my relationship can hold water before worrying over other issues.
The three of us decide to eat our pizza in the living room while watching a documentary on motorcycles made in America. Jamie picked the show. Remy said he had seen it a handful of times, but every time he watches it, it's like he's seeing it for the first time. After the show is over, I volunteer to help get Jamie in his bath. Ten minutes into it, I realize I need Remy to tell me what to do. She explained that Jamie is old enough to wash his body, but we still have to wash his hair. She stands in the doorway of the bathroom, watching me and laughing at how clueless I am. At bedtime, Remy invites me to stay for Jamie's bedtime story. Unshed tears sting my eyes, and I have to push them back as the three of us get cozy on the queen-size mattress. With Remy and I both on the outside and Jamie tucked in the middle.
Closing the bedroom door on a sleeping Jamie, I follow Remy out into the living room. Before she can put too much distance between us, I reach out and grab her, pulling her back into my chest.
"You said on the phone that you wanted to…talk," I say, dipping my head to kiss the side of her neck.
"You remember that did you? We have to wait a little longer to make sure Jamie is asleep."
I want to protest, but I know she's right. I can't have my boy walking in on me, bending his mom over the kitchen table.
"Why don't you go shower, and I'll get the food put away and clean this up," I tell her, brushing my mouth against hers. She groans and leans into me. I kiss the side of her lips, cheek, and neck before pulling away and shooing her down the hall toward the bathroom.
She's been in there fifteen minutes, and I know she's getting ready for me. And I love the thought of her trying to please me. Knowing she's taking extra care has my dick twitching to life in my jeans. Not that she needs to do anything different, I'll take Remy anyway I can get her.
After getting the pizza put away, I pop my head into the room to check on Jamie. He's asleep, and I smile at my little boy. I'm so in love with him already. Some people may look at him and see that he's different, but I see my son when I look at him, and pride fills me.
Stepping back out into the hall, I close the door with a soft click and head back toward the living room. I make sure to lock the front door and close the blinds. I close up the house for the night and take a seat on the couch as I wait for Remy to join me.
As much as I want her body right now, tonight, while we are alone, is the perfect time for me to tell her the truth about our past. She's going to be upset, and I'm sure she may even kick me out of the house, but it's a subject that is long overdue. Her mom has always been a touchy subject. I know Remy misses her so much. In all the years I've known my Remy, she's only talked about her mom once to me. It was after a night of lovemaking, and we were cuddled up next to each other on my tiny twin bed at my mother's house. My mom was away with her parents for the weekend with my little sister, and Remy and I had the place to ourselves for two days. We spent those days fucking and loving each other. The last night we were together, she was emotional after reaching her peak and cried on my shoulder for an hour. When I finally got her to tell me what was wrong, she said she missed her mom.
I didn't know the truth about it then. If I had, I would have told her back then. But I was nothing but a stupid young kid.
The sound of the bathroom door opening pulls me away from the memory, and my gaze snaps up as Remy emerges. Steam rolls out from behind her, and it's as if she's walking straight out of my wet dream. With nothing but a towel wrapped around her, her wet hair brushed back away from her face. As she stands in front of me, open and bare, my heart leaps to the center of my throat. She was the most beautiful sight I had ever seen. This woman was everything.
All the reasons I had seven years ago that caused me to push her away all seem so small and unimportant now. I wasted so much time with her and with Jamie, for what?
My eyes follow her as she walks closer to me. Her gaze locks on mine, and I couldn't tear my eyes off hers if I want to.
"Jamie's in our bed, and I'm not going into my dad's room. So that leaves the couch." I hear her words, but it takes me a full minute to understand what they mean. Reaching for her, I grab her hand and pull her toward me until she's standing between my bent legs.
"Baby, I don't care where we go or what we do. I want to be with you."
I watch as her heat flutters in her eyes and her soft pink lips curl. "Such a charmer." She says with a voice dripping in sexual pride. Holding onto my gaze, Remy flicks her wrist, and the towel around her body falls to the floor. My gaze makes a descend over her body. I take in the sight of her firm breasts with their dusty pink tight nipples that make my mouth water. I move down her body to her stomach, admiring all the small faint white scars. I know are stretch marks from carrying our son. Her motherhood badges.
I want to kiss and worship every one of those thin, jagged lines. My gaze drops lower, and I take in the beautiful apex of her thighs covered in a light trim of hair on display. Moisture is present, and I know she's already wet for me. My mouth waters and I want to consume her completely.
Gripping her wrist, I pull her into me. Instead of falling into my lap where I want her, she surprises me by dropping to her knees between my spread legs.
"Ah damn, baby," I whisper as I watch her hands move up to the zipper of my jeans. "You want my dick, baby?"
Her eyes dart to mine, and a sexy smile spreads over her lips. "Yes," she says, making quick work of my clothes. I help her drop my pants and boxers to my thighs, and as she reaches for me, I stop her. "I want to hear you tell me how much you want me."
Her gaze snaps back to mine. "I want you."
"Not good enough, baby. I want to hear you say the words."
My sexy little temptress makes my blood boil, and my dick turns to stone. I watch in amazement as her tongue pokes out, and she leans forward to run it along the ridge of the tip. Lightning bolts tingle through me at the contact.
"Hum. I've always loved the taste of you. The smell of you." She says, running the side of her nose up the length of me. Her eyes close, and she takes a deep breath in memorizing my scent.
Fuck. She's going to kill me. Per-cum beads at the top of my slit and my hips are begging me to fuck her mouth. My heart is racing inside my chest, and my breathing is labored. I can't take over or allow her to continue until she says the words.
"Tell me." My words are sharper and more demanding.
She chuckles but brings her gaze up to lock on mine. "I want you to fuck my mouth. I want to feel you at the back of my throat. I want you to drip down my throat." Another flick follows her words at my tip with her tongue.
"Yes, baby. I need that too." I say, cupping the right side of her face with my palm. My fingers move up to thread into her hair, and I hold her. She begins to take my cock further into her mouth. My eyes roll to the back of my head as the warm wet heat of her mouth engulfs me. I hiss as I suck in a breath.
Fuck she feels good.
She slides me in, bringing me to the back of her throat, and it's all I can do to keep my eyes on her as she swallows. I groan as her throat muscles constrict around me. I almost lose the thin thread of control I'm desperately hanging onto. I want this to last longer than thirty seconds, but the truth is, it feels too damn good to wait. I slide my fingers further back behind her head and close my fist around a chunk of her hair. I need to take control, or I'll be blowing in seconds like a thirteen-year-old boy.
"I hope you enjoyed that little tease because now the real fun is about to start," I tell her as I tighten the grip I have on her hair and pull her closer to me. Her nose smashes against my pelvis, and she struggles to adjust with my length in her throat. I know she can breathe because I can feel her warm breaths against my skin. Plus, she gives me no struggle as I hold her there.
Had this been any other woman, I would never try to push my limits on her but with Remy…I know she can handle this. She can take me. I know what she likes and what she craves in the bedroom. She and I have always been equals when it came to our sexual needs and kinks. Remy always liked it when I took the upper hand. Oh, she wants to be the top dog too, but there are times when she needs me to take over so she can just feel.
Pushing her backward on her knees, I ease from the couch and get to my feet without pulling out of her. Standing, I keep my fist in her hair as I grab her left hand and slide it over my hip. "Put your hands on my hips. I'm going to fuck this wet mouth. If you need me to stop, all you have to do is tap out. Do you understand?" I ask. I won't go on until she replies. I can be an asshole but doing anything against her wishes is a hard no for me.
A mumbled yes greets my ears, and I smile down at her. "Eyes on mine, beautiful. Always on mine, Remy. You know I love to see your gaze on me while I slide into your throat." I watch her eyes roll back as they fill with even more lust. She's primed and ready.
I've never had another woman like Remy. Never, like my Remy. It's as if she's made for me to love her. We were kids when we took each other's virginities, but we sure as hell didn't fuck like kids now. We may have been young, but there was always a passion and hot desire between us. Always.
"Are you ready, baby? I can't wait much longer."
Without straying her gaze from mine, Remy nods her head. "Mmm, good girl."
I slide my cock out of her mouth until only the tip is still engulfed between her lips. I give her a second to anticipate the emptiness before I slam back inside her. My eyes roll back as my cock meets the back of her throat. Her mouth wraps around my tip as if she's preparing to swallow me whole.
Fuck. My sweet girl is perfect at even this.
I rock my pelvis in and out, watching drops of drool mixed with my pre-cum drip over her bottom lip and down her chin. Gripping the other side of her head, I hold her still as I fuck her mouth. She's so warm and wet that I know I'm not going to last. With my head rolled back and my eyes squeezed shut, I holler a cry as my balls release every drop of cum inside her mouth. Remy hungrily swallows it down before moving to lick my cock clean.
