Page 113 of No Fear
“I want you.”
“Almost home.”
“No. I want you here. Now. Pull the car over.”
His head whipped to face her and she grinned at the dark look in his eyes, “What?”
“Remember when you said you’d take me in the backseat of this car someday? I think it’s someday.”
Remy stared at her for a long moment and she was thankful they’d already pulled onto the abandoned gravel road that led to the trailer. If there was traffic around, she was certain they would’ve wrecked. A big grin worked its way up Remy’s face and the next thing she knew they were sliding off the road and into the ditch.
He had his seatbelt off as soon as he threw the car into park and was already reaching for her, “I love it when you can’t wait for me even more. You need me now, baby?”
“Yes.” She moaned as he slid his hand under her skirt.
“Can’t wait?”
“Don’t want to.” She opened her legs wider. “Remy, please.”
“Goddamn you’re beautiful when you need me this bad. Take the dress of and get in the backseat, Rach. Now. I’m about to make your fantasy come true.”
Remy had never seen anything more beautiful in his life than Rachel laid out across the backseat of his car. In all honesty, it didn’t matter when, where or how he took Rachel, it was always the most beautiful experience of his life. Every. Damn. Time. But this, having her here and now, because she wanted it, demanded it, was enough to make his heart swell just as his cock did.
The last few months hadn’t always been easy. Rachel had been hurt. She’d had to heal. She’d had to find ways to get over the knowledge of what had happened at her trailer that night. The truth of what had happened to Craig was a closely guarded family secret and in public they had to act as if he’d simply disappeared and could come back at any moment. But he wasn’t coming back and once Rachel had accepted that, she’d grown so much.
This woman, the woman spread out over the backseat of his car, smiling shyly up at him from under her dark lashes, biting her bottom lip in that way that drove him crazy, she was so much more than just the scared girl that had run to him for protection. She was strong now. Stronger than she’d ever been before.
She was the reason he’d been able to accept Lincoln and the others back into his life as more than just enemies. She’d forced him to accept Lincoln’s offer and helped get him out of the family business. She was the reason he was finally free of all the danger that came with his last name.
She believed in herself, in her own mind and her own body. She took pride in who she was, didn’t shy away from the things she wanted anymore and had no problem asking for them. Or demanding them as the case may be.
A part of him, a small, terrified part of him, had worried that once Craig was out of the picture and she knew she was safe that she would realize she didn’t need him anymore. She could take care of herself. She could do whatever she wanted. Be whoever she wanted. She could have whoever she wanted. She wasn’t stuck with some dirty Bomar boy and she would realize she could do so much better and leave him.
But she hadn’t… and she wouldn’t. He knew that now. Because what they had was so much bigger than what they’d started out as.
The attraction was there. It had always been there. But it was more than simple chemistry. They understood one another in ways nobody else could have. Their pasts, their histories, they weren’t the same but they were similar enough in their pain and hurts for them to recognize each other’s scars. And they wanted the same things for the future. A family to love and support and protect them just as they would protect each other. All of the love and friendship that they’d been denied in their younger years. They wanted a place to belong and they’d found it in one another.
They were perfect together.
Remy wasn’t a big believer in supreme power or fate or any of that bullshit but he did believe that he’d been in the exact right place at the exact right time that day on the street when he met Rachel. It wasn’t fate that had brought him back to Old Settlers. That had been Colt’s doing, and, in a way, Jemma’s. He’d come back for his brothers and he’d been on the street that day because Lincoln was just asshole enough to force Colt to give Remy a job even when he didn’t want to. They’d all had a hand in how he’d come to be there and he figured that was fitting, because it was his family he’d come back for and Rachel was his family now.
She was his everything.
He loved living with her. Making a life with her. Loved waking up with her in his arms. Loved that she cooked for him and teased him about not burning down their home. Loved that she said things like ours and home. They weren’t just surviving anymore. They were living. The both of them, together, and maybe separately they could have found a way to do that too but he didn’t think either of them would have been nearly as happy apart as they were together.
“Remy…” Rachel’s lips curled and she crooked a finger at him, “Are you just gonna stare at me?”
“Maybe.” He squeezed his big body between the seats to crawl into the backseat of the car with her. “Why? Did you want me to do something else?”
“Touch me.”
“Mmm…” He traced a finger over her full breasts and down her belly, leaving goosebumps in his wake, “Touch yourself first. Show me how you want me to touch you.”
Rachel’s big, gray eyes widened slightly and her breathing kicked into an unsteady rhythm. He tried and failed not to smirk. He still loved surprising her. They’d done so many things together since she gave him her virginity but she was still so young and innocent. They might never exhaust his list of things he wanted to do with her, places he wanted to take her, because inevitably, when he had her like this, open and wanting, he forgot all about his plans and ended up giving her what she wanted, usually quick and fast and hard.
She bit into her bottom lip again and traced one finger over her breasts and down, circling her belly button, “Like this?”
“Keep going.”
