I dashed away the tears that were rapidly falling now. “I love him. I can’t take it back. I can’t make my feelings stop. I love him, Dad, and I hope one day, you can see the type of man he really is, because what you paint him as now is completely wrong.” I sighed and gathered my courage. “If you fire Remy, then I quit.”
Roc just stared. I didn’t have anything more to say. Except for one thing.
“I’m taking the rest of the day off. And however long Remy has off, I won’t be here. You can’t punish either of us for loving each other.”
I walked out of his office, grabbed my purse from the desk drawer, and hitched it over my shoulder. Part of me wished Roc would chase me down, tell me he was wrong. But a larger part of me knew Roc admitting he was wrong was something that rarely happened.
I waited a few seconds, hoping he would say something, but I was once again disappointed by the man who was supposedly my father.
*
Chapter 31
Remy
“Got any leads on a new job?”
Frankie laughed. “Why? Are you looking now too?”
I sighed and closed the door to the house behind me. I beeped the locks on the Challenger and climbed inside. “Well, as if right now, I’m suspended, but I have a feeling I don’t have a place at Cummings Racing anymore.”
“What in the hell did you do?” Frankie demanded.
I put the key in the ignition and turned on the car. “Roc walked in on Harlyn and me going at it on her desk.”
“You were having sex on her desk?” she exclaimed.
“What? No, we weren’t having sex. We were just making out. A lot.”
She whistled low into the phone. “Lordy, Remy. I told you Roc was going to shit a brick when he found out about you two.”
I backed out of the driveway and headed to Harlyn’s. It was half past five, and she had just texted letting me know she was home and wanted me to come over. I had spent the day in my room, trying to not freak out over the fact I was suspended from my job. A job I needed to make my car payment and keep the lights on in the duplex. “I’m gonna talk to him. He has some crazy idea in his head I’m going to abandon Harlyn or something.”
“How are you going to convince him otherwise?” she asked.
“Not a fucking clue, Frankie, but I know I need to think of something.” I turned into Harlyn’s neighborhood and slowly made my way down her street. “So, you gonna tell me what the hell is going on with you?”
“Not much. I haven’t heard from Roc, so I’m assuming Saturday my suspension will be over, and I’ll be able to come back to work.”
“And what are you going to do if they don’t let you come back?” Roc would be an idiot to get rid of Frankie, but as my situation with Roc proved, the man made decisions irrationally.
“Then I find another team. Last year, Megan Proctor and her team were looking for a car chief. I’m sure they found someone, but I figured it wouldn’t hurt to give them a call.”
“Working for a female driver. That might be good for you.” I pulled into Harlyn’s driveway and killed the engine.
“It shouldn’t matter if the driver is a man or woman. All I care about is getting their car to run as fast as possible.”
“Well, I know you’re right, Frank, but as you can tell from the whole Brooks situation, sometimes that's not always the case.”
“Yeah,” she sighed. “I better get off the phone. With me being home, Luke has put me to work in the shop doing all of the shit jobs no one wants to do. I swear, it’s like he's trying to get me to hate working here so I’ll leave.”
“You’re probably right.”
She laughed and told me should would talk to me later.
I glanced up at Harlyn’s house and saw she was sitting on the front porch again. She was trying to hide behind the overgrown bush, but I could see her arm and the top of her head.
“Baby, are you hiding again?” I asked as I stepped out of the car.
She stood up and smiled brightly at me. “How did you know?”
“Uh, because I could see you.”
“Dammit,” she cussed. “I was trying to be all stealthy.”
I climbed the porch steps and stood in front of her. “And why were you trying to be stealthy?” These were times when Harlyn reminded me of my mom. Sometimes, I had no idea what was going to come out of her mouth.
“I wanted to watch you without you knowing I was looking at you.”
“Huh?” It was like I was talking to my mom. What Harlyn had just said made sense to only herself.
She waved her hand at me. “Never mind. It really doesn’t make sense when I say it out loud.”
Well, at least she could admit when her ideas were a bit too harebrained. “Did you miss me, baby?”
She shrugged. “It’s a pretty good possibility I did.”
She never was the one to give away her feelings too quickly. It was like I had to warm her up to me every time. “We sitting out here, or going inside.”
“Do you promise to take all my clothes off if we go inside?” Guess she was warmed up to me. That didn’t take as long as I thought it would.
I held out my hand. “I guess you’re just gonna have to find out.”
*
Harlyn
“Remy…”
“Wait for me, baby. Just wait for me.”
I reared back onto him, pushing back while he pounded into me. I was a tenth of a second away from exploding around his cock, and he was telling me to wait for him. “Hurry, please,” I gasped.
After Remy pulled me into the house and waited a full five seconds after the door shut, we were both naked. Not long after, he threw me over his shoulder and proceeded to show me just how much he had missed me in the bedroom.
His hands framed my waist as I was on all fours, my ass in the air, and my face smashed into the mattress. Remy groaned as he pulled out and slammed back into me. “You’re mine,” he grunted. “You’re mine.”
I was his for as ever long as he would want me. Ever since I had told Roc how I felt about Remy, it was like the words were on the tip of my tongue, waiting to explode out to tell Remy I loved him. “Yes, yes,” I moaned.
Remy’s hands snaked around my waist, honing in on my clit. He leaned down, his body covering my back, and his mouth next to my ear. “You ready to come, baby?”
Dear God, I was more than ready to come. I nodded, and he nipped my earlobe with his teeth.
“I love you.” He didn’t give me time to think. He pulled back, his thumb slid back and forth over my clit, and his cock slammed into me. It was more than I could take.
His words played over in my head as my orgasm crashed over me. His loud groan echoed against the walls, and I called his name as he pumped his cum inside me.
“Fuck, Harlyn. Fuck,” he panted.
That was a pretty accurate assessment. “Yeah,” I gasped. We both fell to the side, and Remy gathered me in his arms. I closed my eyes and tried to gather some kind of thought about what had just happened. “You love me.”
Remy’s body shook behind me. “Yeah, I do,” he said on a laugh.