Page 115 of No Fear
“That what you needed, baby?” He teasingly bit her ear.
“Yes! More. I’m gonna come.”
“Not yet, you’re not.” He let up on her clit and gripped her hips between his hands.
He set a brutally fast rhythm but it was exactly what they both needed. When he shoved deep, Rachel pushed back, meeting him. She bounced on his lap and he watched her breasts jiggle from over her shoulder. Her head tipped back, her eyes squeezed shut and her mouth open, his name pouring out of her. It was sexy as hell.
“Remy, please.” She begged when her body began to squeeze him tight again and he let off the pace to keep her from going over the edge.
“No begging. Just ask. You know the rules.”
“Let me come. I need to come. Please, Remy.”
Denying her was impossible and he was too close to stop it anyway. Someday he might be able to tease her to the edge and then let off again and again. Might be able to spend hours and hours in bed, playing and petting but not quite letting either them peak. But he thought that possibility was years, maybe decades away, because so far, whenever he got inside her, he barely lasted longer than a teenage boy with his first girl.
He just needed her too much. Needed to bind them together. Make her a part of him. Make him a part of her. The caveman inside of him wanted nothing more than to spill his seed deep inside her, mark her and claim her and fill her with her with his child.
Someday he would. He’d put a baby in her and watch her grow big and round and even more beautiful with the child their love had made. He would give her the family she’d always wanted, the one he’d always longed for, and they’d give their child all of the things they’d both been denied. Love and patience, understanding and acceptance.
But not today. Not yet. They had so much they still wanted to do. A baby was just going to have to wait because he wasn’t ready to share her attention with anyone else quite yet.
“You need to come?” He ground out as his hips thrust and her body squeezed him.
“Yes. Please.”
“Say it. Say it and I’ll let you come.”
“I love you. I love you. I love you, Remy Bomar.” She screamed his name as he put pressure on her clit again and the climax hit her hard, “I’m yours. All yours. Oh, God, I love you so much.”
He groaned as the words did what they always did and set him free. He grabbed her hard, probably too hard, and dragged her down on him again and again as the pressure inside of him built to fever pitch. His. All his. She was his. She’d always been made for him, been waiting for him. Nobody else had ever touched her like this, had her like this, made her feel like this. He gasped as his own orgasm slid down his spine and his hips bucked as he forced his seed deep inside of her.
“Fuck, Rach. Fuck.” He groaned as his hips pumped uncontrollably, “Love. You. Babe.”
He collapsed against her, pinning her to the back of the seat. They were both sweaty and spent. The windows of the car were fogged over from their breaths despite the fact he’d left it running. Their skin was hot and slid against one another as they sucked in the overheated air but neither of them made any move to pull away.
“Mmm…” Rachel moaned after a long minute and shivered beneath him, “I think I need a nap now.”
He chuckled as he pulled out and began the process of cleaning up and righting their clothes. He used her panties to wipe them off and then tossed them aside. They were almost home and she most certainly wouldn’t need them there. He tucked himself back inside his jeans and gently zipped up.
Rachel didn’t move so he pulled her back against his chest and pushed her sweaty hair aside. He kissed her neck, down along her shoulder and then sucked on the soft skin he found there. She moaned and arched against him, her arms coming up around his head to hold him close.
“I almost thought you’d forgotten about marking me up, caveman.” She murmured sleepily when he released the love bite.
“Until you agree to get that Property of Remington Bomar tattoo… you can get used to the hickies.” He chuckled.
He could practically hear her roll her eyes and smiled as he counted the number of small purple bruises he’d sucked into her skin. They faded. They always faded. But he couldn’t seem to help himself. He was as bad as a damn dog, marking his territory, but she didn’t honestly seem to mind and he’d caught her fingering the marks that had replaced those other horrible bruises weeks ago and smiling to herself so he figured he wasn’t the only one that got off on possessing her.
“I’m not getting a tattoo. Those things hurt.”
He chuckled at the same silly argument they’d had for weeks. He didn’t really want her to get a tattoo. He liked that her skin was as fresh and innocent as she was. Unmarked. They both might carry scars but she hadn’t marred her skin with any additional adornments it didn’t need. He just liked to tease her about it because she’d gone on and on about how sweet it was when Colt and Skylar got matching tattoos.
“How would you know if you’ve never had one?” He winked as he grabbed her dress from the floor and handed it back to her.
“Because I can hear Skylar screaming whenever she goes next door to get one.”
“Um, babe, I’m pretty sure those screams aren’t from the pain.” He wagged his eyebrows and then grunted when she smacked him in the stomach. “If they hurt her at all, Colt would never have put one on Skylar’s precious skin in the first place.”
“True.” She gave a dreamy little sigh and he fought the urge to curse his little brothers.
