Page 54 of No Fear
“N-No.” She shook her head, “They’re all dark haired, like you, right?”
He nodded seriously, his jaw tense.
“It’s Lincoln’s family that has the lighter hair. Well, and the twins.”
When Remy winced, she hated that she’d thoughtlessly mentioned his brothers’ resemblance to his cousins. She’d heard the rumors. She’d heard that the reason Decker Bomar hated his two youngest sons was because he thought they weren’t his. She’d heard that Colt and Cash might very well be Auto Bomars sons and the resemblance was certainly there. The twins looked more like Lincoln, Ford, Bentley and Royce, Auto’s sons, than they did Remy. Remy had his father’s dark coloring, the same coloring that Decker’s twin, Duke, and his sons, the Bible Bomars, all had. But it was clear that mentioning that his brothers might not be his brothers, hurt Remy and she regret the words.
“Yeah.” He choked out.
“So it was Royce.” She said quickly, getting them back on topic. “It had to be. He’s the only one I haven’t met now.”
“Royce is friends with Craig?”
She nodded.
“That’s good to know.”
“Is it?”
“Yeah. I’ll talk to him. See if I can’t get him to keep your brother away from you.”
“Th-thank you.” She managed even if she didn’t feel all that thankful.
She had a feeling giving Remy that bit of information was only going to make her brother angrier. She hadn’t seen Royce hanging out with her brother recently anyway. And if Craig had turned traitor they couldn’t be as close as they used to be. But maybe if they talked to Royce they’d figure out that Craig had turned on them, and why, and she wouldn’t have to explain what she knew, or how she knew it.
“Come on.” Remy jerked upright suddenly.
“What?”
“I don’t want to think about my family bullshit anymore. Let’s get out of here. Let’s go do something fun today, just you and me.”
“I… but…”
“There’s something I want to show you. Come on. Get up.”
“What?”
“There’s this place I used to go sometimes and I haven’t been since I got back to town. I want to take you there. It’s special and I want to share it with you.” He smirked, “My special girl.”
She smiled as he paced the room excitedly. He was gorgeous. All brawn and muscles and tattoos, he looked dangerous as hell. But then he grinned like that, the smile that flashed those Bomar dimples and made him look younger, almost boyish. And if she’d ever be able to tell him no, it wasn’t going to be when he was half naked and grinning at her like that.
“Stop staring at me and get your cute little ass out of bed before I change my mind and decide to handcuff you to the headboard.”
She laughed, “You don’t have to handcuff me to your bed, Remy. I’m not going to try and run away.”
His grin widened, “Oh, baby, there’s plenty of reasons to handcuff you to the bed that don’t have a thing to do with you not getting away.”
“Really?”
Remy choked out a laugh, “Yeah, really, now, since you’ve given me a hard-on I’m gonna go take a cold shower. Get up and get dressed or so help me, when I get back, I’ll spank your cute little ass.”
Rachel giggled as she watched him walk out of the room. A part of her wanted to call after him and tell him there was no need for the cold shower. She’d given him the erection and she could certainly help him with it after last night. But the shy, uncertain girl she’d always been kept her lips pressed closed.
She wasn’t sure what had come over her last night. She’d felt so bold, so free. Remy made her feel sexy and wanted and desired. It had gotten to her. It must have. Because the Rachel she’d always been never would have climbed on a Bomar boy’s lap and insisted he take his cock out so she could see it and touch it and… suck it.
Her body responded to the memory, growing warm and wet and she tossed the blankets aside. She’d never considered herself a sexual person. After what had happened to her, she was so scared all the time of inviting more pain, more hurt, that she’d never given a thought to the pleasure she was forfeiting.
But being with Remy was pure pleasure. He made her feel things she hadn’t known she could feel. He made her feel sexy and wanted. She wanted to be the woman he saw her as instead of the scared little girl she’d always been.
