Page 56 of Wire

Wire

The sun peeking through the curtains that I never shut properly shines onto Remy’s beautiful face as she sleeps soundly. She’s bound to be exhausted after everything that happened yesterday. And last night. I didn’t want her to know the extent of my PTSD. Usually, I don’t have night terrors, but I think forgoing my usual routine to join her in the shower last night triggered something inside me. It’s hard to tell. It’s been years since I left that hell hole and yet every night before I go to bed I do the same routine. My nightly checks help me sleep better. Ofcourse, I told Retta all about my problems over the years, never thinking we would ever meet. Retta was the faceless person who supported me through the ups and downs, good and bad. She knows me better than I know myself, so I should have known that Remy would know exactly what to do. Instead of waking me with a start, she sat and spoke to me until her husky voice pulled me out of the hell in my mind until all I could hear, see, smell and touch was her.

After that, she worked her magic again. Not berating me for not doing my checks, instead making out like she would rest better if she could see everyone was safe. Any embarrassment that I had about my needs evaporated at that moment. She sees me, the real me, and that’s who she loves.

Looking at my watch, I note the early hour, and slide quietly out of bed, trying my best not to wake my girl. She had a fucking nightmare of a day yesterday and then had me sinking into her tight, wet pussy two more times after we got back into bed last night, so she needs her rest.

Pulling on my jeans and a clean tee, I sneak to the other side of the room divider and wake up my screens. Flicking through the cameras, I see Tav sitting on the back deck watching the sunrise. I can’t tell by his body language what his exact mood is, but he definitely looks more gloomy than usual.

I complete my checks and decide to head to the kitchen and get my morning cup of coffee out of the way early. Doctoring it just how I like it, with lots of creamer and a little sugar, I head out the back.

“Mind if I have a seat?”

Tav’s head swings around and he smiles up at me before tipping his head to the chair beside him.

“Busy night, brother?” Tav asks, a smile playing on his lips.

“A little. You?”

He looks out to the back shed thoughtfully before shaking his head. “No. Nice and quiet. Waiting to hear from a girl.”

“She special?”

Tav sighs, “I’d love her to be. But she keeps pushing me away.”

He turns to look at me, and I circle my hands, to encourage him to keep speaking.

“She’s a few years older than me, has kids. So we have to think of them, take things a little slow, which is cool. I’m good with that. But she does something funny to my chest. I want to be with her all the time, but she’s not as all in as I am. She was weird about me joining the MC.”

I frown at that. Tav is good people. So is everyone in this MC. “She got something against MC’s?”

He snorts, “Weirdly enough, she seemed happy I joined. She’s different from every other woman I’ve ever been with, but she’s skittish. Grew up in Louisiana, so I think she has some weird religious or voodoo hang ups.” He shrugs and looks toward the shed again. “Maybe I’m just moping because I haven’t watched Chewy torture someone lately.”

“Oh yeah, that’ll be it.” We share a smile as I drain the last of the dregs in my cup.

Standing, I drop a hand to his shoulder. “Look man, if this girl is special to you, and not weird or blind, she’ll know what she has in you. Sometimes this good shit takes time. Look at me and Remy. That was 15 years in the making.”

He nods at me and then grumbles about not waiting 15 years for his girl as I walk back through the kitchen to my room to snuggle with my woman. Now I know why Rhodie went soft. When you find your one you want to spend all your time with them.

I have even more of an urgency with my woman. Knowing full well that Hammer put things into Flack’s ear to groom herover the years, I know he isn’t going to just give up on her. That makes him even more fucking dangerous than usual.

Sliding under the covers, I wrap my arm over Remy’s waist and pull her into me, the little spoon to my big. Taking a deep breath of her hair, I close my eyes. Bliss is more than just being buried deep inside my woman. It’s also having her here, in my arms. I don’t have to message her anymore! We can talk to each other. I can see her reactions to my jokes and I can see her reactions to my teasing.

Although at the moment it’s Remy doing the teasing. Her luscious ass is gently moving against my hardness, her heat making me harder still.

Pressing my hand against her soft stomach, I try to hold her in place.

“Baby, you need more rest. I kept you up last night. Let’s just sleep,”

Instead of stopping, she moves even more, almost twerking on my cock, making me hard enough to pound nails with the fucking thing. I could tell her to stop again, but I’m clearly a weak-willed man. Even as the thought crosses my mind, my hand slides down her stomach into the front of her drenched panties, through the fine hairs on the top of her mound until I’m circling her swollen clit.

She opens her legs, lifting one up over my hip so my cock can access her heat. Tugging her panties to the side, I notch the head of my cock at her entrance and slide in deep in one thrust. We move together like that, lazy, gentle soft movements, not the frenzy from the night before where we needed to ground each other. This one is for us. Softly, gently, we reach our peak together, whispering to each other, promises, memories, plans for the future before dozing off again, only to be woken by banging on the door.

“Oh Remyetta!! We’re all out here waiting for you! We have a little girl to shop for!” Chewy’s voice calls out, only to be interrupted by what sounds like her sister Sunny.

“And we need to know what that dick do!”

Giggles drift through the door and Remy’s body shudders next to me as she tries to hold her giggles in.

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