Even then, he didn’t stop.
Quivering around him, she was primed to come, and each masterful thrust, each aggressive entry, pushed her closer to the edge.
This solved nothing. This only served to further complicate things. But even knowing that, even knowing she was reinforcing Brick’s fear, Remi couldn’t stop herself from crying his name as they fought like two storm systems clashing for dominance.
He powered into her, setting a wild pace that was nothing like the measured man he was outside the bedroom. He was lost in her, and she had two choices—to either fight it or to give in and lose herself, too.
“My beautiful girl.” He punctuated each word with a thrust. “My Remi. I love you.”
A sob broke free from her chest. There was something so beautiful, so final about the way he touched her.
His eyes went glassy as he drove into her core. Again and again. A man on a mission, punishing them both for their need.
Even angry with her, even wanting to end things, he still couldn’t help himself. There was a delicious thrill in that. It made her feel powerful, desired, craved. With impatience, he yanked her legs higher on his hips, changing the angle of his entry.
He was still fully dressed. Together they writhed on the floor in a race to find the promised fulfillment.
He shoved her shirt up, baring her breasts, and groaned as he dipped his head to suck one nipple into his mouth. She saw stars and fireworks and explosions behind her eyes as he worked her body toward the finish line.
“You will come. Now,” he said through gritted teeth. Beads of sweat dotted his forehead. “Give it up to me, Remi. Give me what I need. One last time.”
One breath she was suspended somewhere between pleasure and pain, the next she was hurtling into the darkness as she erupted around him in the disorienting annihilation of her orgasm. He was her center, her anchor, tethering her to the pleasure that threatened to wreck her.
He grunted his pleasure, burying his face in her neck. “Good girl. I love you so fucking much.”
She couldn’t answer, couldn’t respond. So she did the only thing she could, closed around his shaft. He tensed against her, breath frozen in his lungs, energy stalling in his muscles. She felt his release in her very depths. The hot shock as he let it loose inside her, spurting in agonized ecstasy. It was a miracle. An art form. A joining that could never be undone no matter how far she ran away. No matter how much he denied it. They were forever linked by this act.
“Remington!” he shouted.
Every muscle in her body participated in the detonation even as he continued to plunder, to curse her, to both treasure and torture her.
As he poured himself into her, he continued to fuck her through her own never-ending release. He whispered the words over and over again. “I love you. I love you.”
She held on to him tight, wrapping her arms around him and holding on. He’d gone and done it again. Broken her fucking heart, but this time it was different. This time she had the truth. She just didn’t know what to do with it.
He thought she’d used him. Thought she’d drift out of his life like his mother had. It devastated her. And pissed her off. Long minutes later, she was still in a puddle of confusion and physical satisfaction on the floor when Brick got to his feet. He was still half-hard, a feat that defied biology.
“Lock the door behind me,” he said as he tucked himself back into his pants.
“Are you serious? You’re leaving?”
“I told you. This was the last time. Lock the fucking door, Remington.”
She managed to maneuver herself into a sitting position just in time to watch him walk out her door without a backward glance.
41
Two nights later, after much soul searching and a near nervous breakdown, Remi juggled bags and her pride as she climbed the porch steps to Brick’s house. The porch light cast a welcoming glow she was certain wouldn’t be reflected by the owner.
Heart heavy, belly nervous, she pressed the doorbell and waited.
She heard his heavy tread as he approached the door and blew out a breath. Had they broken up? Had they ever been together?
The door swung open, and she found herself staring up at an unhappy man mountain.
He looked miserable, exhausted like he hadn’t slept since their fight Saturday.
She had that effect on people, she supposed.
His hair stood up like he’d been running his hands through it. He was wearing gray sweatpants and a black hoodie. For some reason, that made her nipples harden. But she wasn’t here for her nipples. She was here for her heart.
“Are you here to get fucked, Remi?” he rasped.
The way he said it, the heated look delivered with those words, told her it wouldn’t take any convincing on her part to make him reconsider his stance.
There was a razor’s edge to his voice, and she could smell the bourbon on him. He was stone-cold sober because he never drank too much. Never let himself get too out of control, except in bed with her. And now he was suffering because of it.
“No. I’m here to make you dinner,” she announced, pushing past him and ignoring the way her blood zinged through her veins when her arm brushed against his. He didn’t stand back to give her room, merely towered over her as she dropped her bags and shed her boots and coat.
“What...” He cleared his throat and tried again. “What are you wearing?”
“Pajamas,” she said, picking up her haul and heading toward the kitchen. “I marinated a couple of the chicken breasts you gave me. I hope you like the recipe.”
He followed her into the kitchen and watched as she began to unload the bags. “What are you doing, Remi?” he asked.
She turned and looked him in the eyes. “I’m dating you.”
“Dating me?”
She nodded. “I’m making you dinner, and we’re gonna watch a movie.”
He stood there and watched as she slid the casserole dish into the oven and turned it on. Magnus appeared and wound his way between her feet.
Remi picked him up and gave the cat a loud kiss on the head. “Hey, buddy. I brought you something, too,” she said, producing a toy from one of the bags.
Magnus’s yellow eyes went wild and he pounced on the patchwork mouse.
She couldn’t look directly at Brick or she’d break into a million pieces, lose her nerve, and run screaming for the door. “I’ll be a couple of minutes,” she said, flashing a smile in his direction. “Why don’t you get Netflix ready to go? We can eat on the couch as long as your grandma doesn’t find out.”
He ran a hand over his beard, considering.
She pretended to ignore him while she cued up the Date Night Playlist she’d made for tonight. She was committed to whole-assing this relationship thing no matter what. If it failed, it sure as hell wouldn’t be because she didn’t try.
He came up behind her, stopping short of touching her, but she felt him all the same.
“Remi,” he said quietly.
Crap. It sounded like a “You need to leave” Remi. Or maybe an “I don’t want to be around you anymore” Remi.
She turned around and smiled brightly, hoping to confuse him. “Yes?”
“What do you mean you’re ‘dating me’?”