Page 125 of Forever Never
Jesus. She wouldn’t have told him,he realized.
“Would you have told me this if we hadn’t slept together?” he demanded, stopping in front of her and putting his hands on the arms of her chair.
She looked way up at him, amused. “No.”
Just the possibility of that what-if had his blood pressure spiking.
“Are you okay?” she asked again. “You’re breathing kind of heavy.”
He closed his eyes. “I’m fine,” he lied.
“You really don’t sound fine. How about I get you that water? Or maybe some cookies?”
He plucked her out of the chair and carried her over to the couch, where he sat with her in his lap and tried not to crush her against his chest.
“Do you believe me?” she asked, her fingers toying with the hair at the back of his neck.
“Of course I believe you.”
She relaxed against him, seemingly oblivious to the fact that he was a ticking time bomb about to go off.
“What was your plan?” he asked, trying to keep his voice neutral. If he knew one thing about Remi, she would never allow the man to walk the earth consequence-free.
“My plan is to go back to Chicago and confront—”
“No.” The word came out ice-cold, casting a chill over the room.
“No?” she repeated.
“That’s never going to happen,” he said firmly, consciously loosening his grip on her. “You aren’t going near this man,” he told her. “Not ever again.”
“But—”
“No.”
“Brick,” she sighed.
He gave her a squeeze. “Remington. You shared your secret with me. Now we’ll work on a solution that doesn’t put you in harm’s way.”
“We?” she asked, looking at him with hope in her eyes.
“We,” he sighed.
“You’re not going to tell my mom are you?”
It was such a 16-year-old Remi thing to say that he lowered his forehead to hers. “I’m not making that promise.”
She started to squirm in his lap. Intending to challenge him. To argue. It had the unintended consequence of making him go stone-hard.
She moved to stand, but he stopped her, pulling her over his thighs so she straddled him. He slammed her down against his erection and held her hips still.
“Stop it,” he enunciated.
He saw the light of rebellion and lust in her eyes as her lids went heavy. Her lips parted.
There were so many things that he needed to do. So many things he needed to say. But in that moment, he had one priority. He needed to remind Remington just who she belonged to. Who she gave herself—problems, secrets, and all—to.
“Brick,” she said, more breathlessly this time.
