Page 57 of No Fear
“Yes.”
Rachel scrambled to help him, pulling the shirt up and knocking her elbow against the window in the process. She winced and he frowned. He pulled her elbow up and kissed the spot that would probably bruise on her soft skin. She sighed and then wrapped her arms around his neck and leaned down to kiss him again.
He took control this time, stroking his tongue into her mouth and earning another moan. Her tongue met his with eagerness and passion, twining and then chasing him back into his mouth. He sucked and she bucked against him, those needy little moans falling from her again and reminding him of his intention to suck on another part of her.
He pulled her shirt up, had it over her belly button and would’ve had her full, lush breasts uncovered in another second if a loud and resounding horn hadn’t chosen that exact moment to blare. Remy froze and Rachel squeaked and jerked back. Her head collided with the roof of the car and she winced. His head spun around, instantly looking at the driver’s seat and the wheel before reason told him that it wasn’t their car honking.
The noise continued to blare and he groaned as reality sank back in. They were in the middle of nowhere. They’d been alone out here all day. Nobody would have just randomly wandered upon them which meant that whoever was out there, whoever was honking, had come looking for them.
“Damn it.” He cursed as he threw his head back against the headrest.
“Oh my God! Someone’s here?” Rachel’s pink cheeks flamed red and she scrambled, trying to crawl off his lap. When he caught her by the waist, holding her in place, she frowned at him, “Let go.”
“No.”
“Remy…”
“You’re not going anywhere until you put that bra back on, baby.” He smirked when the flush spread down her neck and under the hem of his shirt. “Whichever one of my bastard cousins is out there, they saw enough of you at the barn the other night.”
Rachel bit into her bottom lip again, “How do you know it’s one of your cousins?”
“They’re the only ones that know about this track other than me.”
“But your brothers…”
“Have never been out here as far as I know.” He sighed as the dark reasons for that crawled out of the box he tried to keep them in, “I was long gone by the time they were old enough to drive. I never brought them out here and I seriously doubt anyone else would’ve bothered.”
Rachel’s eyes softened, “You can’t blame yourself for every single thing you missed in their lives, Remy.”
“Who else can I blame? I’m the one that left.”
“You had to leave to save yourself.” She cupped his face and forced him to look at her, “If you hadn’t, you wouldn’t be here now to save me.”
His heart thumped hard and he felt something warm and suffocating clog his throat. He couldn’t speak to that. He couldn’t find the words. So instead of saying anything, he leaned up and kissed her. He poured his heart and soul into the kiss because they were both hers, always had been, always would be.
The horn blared again and he broke the kiss with a curse, “Stay here. I’ll go see what they want.”
“But…”
“No buts. Stay.” He deposited her back into the driver’s seat and did his best to rearrange his erection so it wasn’t pressed painfully against the zipper of his jeans.
“Don’t order me around like a dog.” Rachel frowned.
He frowned right back, “That’s not what I…”
“Sit. Stay. Be a good girl? That’s the kind of crap Craig says to me, Remy.”
Shit.” He leaned close to her again and gripped her chin, “I didn’t mean it like that, Rach. I promise. I just meant that I want you safe and right now, until I figure out who is out there and what they want, it’s safer if you stay in the car. Okay?”
Her eyes were soft again when she nodded, “Okay. Just say that next time.”
“Anything I do, it’s to keep you safe. Always.” He pressed a quick kiss to her lips and then another to her forehead before pulling back to the sound of short bursts of clearly agitated honking, “I’ll be right back.”
“Be careful.”
“Always.” He winked and ignored her eye roll as he pushed up and out of the car.
He straightened his clothes again once he was vertical and when he saw the classic, cherry red, Chevelle SS sitting just on the other side of the track, he scowled. He slammed the door of the Challenger shut and glared at his cousin who was leaning against the side of his car, one heavily tattooed arm still stuck through the open window to lay on the horn again. Even across the distance and with the beard shielding his lips, he could see Ford grin before he honked long and loud.
