I scrunched it in response. “I need a shower.”
“Are you sure you can stand upright long enough to shower?” He laughed even as he pulled me to my feet.
“Ha ha,” I deadpanned, walking away from him. I was dead on my feet, but I was craving more than sleep as I pulled my shirt over my head and tossed it into the corner. I glanced back over my bare shoulder, hiding a smile when I saw his gaze narrow.
“You’re probably right. Maybe you should join me. You know. For safety reasons.”
The glint in his eye was undeniable. “I probably should. Wouldn’t want you to slip or something.”
I reached behind my back and unhooked my bra. “Absolutely not. Apparently, I’m royalty.”
His head fell back with a groan, his throat working as he laughed. “Yeah. Apparently you are.”
“Call Michael,” I said, “then come join me.” It took me longer to shower anyways with as long as my hair was.
“Deal,” he agreed, moving to plug in his cell phone so he could call his dad’s beta.
I finished stripping, not bothering to shut the door. I heard Remy’s voice as I turned on the shower and stepped into the warm spray, letting the water rain down and wash the day away. I glanced down, watching the water swirl through the drain. It was clear, but I could feel the past shedding and washing away.
I’d finished with my hair when Remy joined me, his hands sliding around my hips and pulling me back.
I grinned, grinding my ass back into his erection as his mouth kissed the side of my neck up to my jaw.
“Was it good news?” I asked, my breath catching on the sharp spike of pleasure that rocketed through me when his thumb brushed across my nipple.
“Yeah,” he answered, moving to the other side of my throat. His hips thrust lightly against me making his intent clear.
“And?”
“Word’s gotten out about the bonding wave,” he said, the hand not teasing my breast slipping between my thighs. He slowly pumped a finger into me.
I squeezed my eyes shut against the onslaught of sensations as I clenched around his finger. It wasn’t enough.
Reading my mind, he eased a second finger into me, taking the time to grind the heel of his hand against my clit.
I groaned and slapped a hand against the wall in an attempt to keep my balance.
“More packs want to join us.” He nibbled around the claiming mark, as he tucked a third finger into my body, stretching me until I whimpered. My hips rocked against his, silently begging for more.
“That’s—” I gasped sharply, arching as he pinched my nipple. “That’s great.”
“It is,” he agreed, his low voice practically purring as he played my body to perfection.
The orgasm crashed over me slowly, like a rising tide that dragged me out to sea. I moaned, the sound echoing off the tile of the shower.
Remy spun me around, lifting me so my back was pressed against the tiles as he drove into me in a single thrust. My soft moans turned into a guttural cry as he pressed me against the wall, finding a steady pace that lit up all the right places.
A second later his mouth crashed against mine, his tongue thrusting in rhythm with his dick as he worked me up again. The next wave was higher and the crash harder as I fell apart again, clenching around him until he came with a satisfied grunt.
He slowly slipped from my body, the slide of him against me sending ripples of aftershocks through my system. I was barely aware of my feet touching the floor, and Remy only let me go when he knew I was steady-ish.
Quietly, he finished washing my body, being infinitely gentle. Even through my exhaustion, I felt my body react to his touch as he cleaned me up. It took him less than two minutes to wash his hair and body and then pull us out of the shower in a cloud of steam.
Wrapped in a fluffy towel, he perched me on the edge of the counter and dried himself off. I leaned back against the mirror, enjoying the show. He had a body that would make a sculptor drool. His muscles flexed and moved as he ran the towel over his body, finally knotting it low on his hips.
To hell with the sculptor; I was the one drooling.
He grabbed another towel and started working it through my hair. By the time he started running a comb through my tangled strands, I was well on my way to the land of dreams.
I loved showering with him.
“Me, too,” he said with a grin, pecking my lips quickly.
I laughed. “I don’t think I meant to say that out loud.”
He braced his hands on either side of my legs on the counter so we were eye level. “So, you didn’t mean to tell me that a sculptor would love to use me as a model?”
I groaned and covered my eyes. “Clearly my brain and mouth have communication issues when I’m tired.”
He grabbed the shirt next to me and worked it over my head. “Then I guess we better get you to bed.”
I watched him for a moment. “Have I mentioned how much I love you?”
“Not in the last hour,” he admitted, pressing his lips together. He pushed off the counter and grabbed a pair of shorts.
“I’m slacking.”
“You’ve had a long day,” he answered with a chuckle, but his expression sobered quickly after. “How are you dealing with all of this?”
“I’m good,” I said slowly, meaning it. “It was a rough day, but we got through it. And I guess I can finally stop looking over my shoulder.”
“Good. I’m glad. All I want is for you to be safe.” He tossed our dirty towels into the hamper.
“All I want is for us to be safe,” I corrected. “You, me, and our pack. I think when this is all over, we should do what Katy suggested. Let’s plan on building our own house and more space for the pack. I want our family around us.”
“Yeah?” He helped me slide off the counter, but kept me trapped between it and his body.
I sniffed, inhaling his scent like a junkie looking for a fix. “Yeah. Seeing Bria today … I felt her baby kick. And I want that.”
His brows shot up.
I snorted and rolled my eyes. “Not now. But one day. I like planning for a future with you in it. I want … kids and for our kids to be surrounded by people they love. I want all of that. But I only want that with you.”
Remy rested his forehead against mine and exhaled. “We’ll have that future, babe.”
“I know,” I answered. “But today feels like the first day I can actually believe that, you know?”
He nodded. “Yeah. I get that.”
I sighed dramatically, waving my hand with a flourish. “Now take me to bed.”
He chuckled and shook his head. “Whatever my queen wants.”
47
Remy
Rolling over, I automatically reached for Skye, missing the warmth of her pressed against me. I frowned when all I met were cool sheets. I glanced at the clock on the nightstand and realized it was almost noon.
I had definitely overslept, and my mate was nowhere to be found.
I pushed myself up into a sitting position, scrubbing a hand over my face as I blinked away the last traces of sleep.
“Babe?” I glanced around, half-expecting her to be in the bathroom.
“Aw, missed you, too, honey,” Rhodes drawled from the open doorway.