Page 134 of Forever Never
“Nice to see you, Mira,” Brick said.
“What are you doing?” Remi hissed at him.
Mira looked positively delighted. “Are you twotogether?”
“No,” Remi said.
“Yes,” he said.
She glared up at him, wondering if he’d had so many orgasms he’d lost his damn mind. “You’ll have to excuse Brick,” she said through gritted teeth. “I think he hit his head or something. He’s been saying crazy things all day.”
“And all night,” he said, giving her a wolfish smile. “Isn’t that right, Remi Honey?”
Remi shot him her best “you are a dead man” look as her cheeks burned.
“You’ve got a little bruise here, Remi,” Mira said with a smirk, pointing to her own neck.
Remi slapped a hand over the area. “I-I walked into a door.”
“With teeth,” Brick said wolfishly.
Mira fanned herself with her shopping list. “Oh, my. I am just so delighted for you two!”
“We’re not together,” Remi said, panic building in her chest. She renewed her struggles in his grip, but he merely tightened his hold on her.
“She’s such a kidder,” Brick said with affection. “We’re really happy.”
Then, as if he hadn’t already done enough damage, he grabbed her by the front of the coat and hauled her to her tiptoes before kissing the ever-loving hell out of her. She put up a good fight for about two seconds before losing herself to his heat, to the assault of his tongue, the domination of his will over hers.
When he pulled back, she clung limply to him.
“Well, I’ll leave you two love birds to your shopping,” Mira said, already digging out her phone and practically sprinting from the store.
“What. Were. You. Thinking?” Remi said, emphasizing each word with a smack to Brick’s concrete chest. “She’s going to tell everyone we’re together.”
“Wearetogether, and if you tell me we’re not, I’m going to fuck that tight little pussy of yours until you agree.”
Her mouth fell open as an entire movie reel of very appealing images played in her head. She gave herself a little shake. “You don’t get to just decide that we’re in a relationship and then tell the biggest gossip on the island.” She threw up her hands. “Oh my God, what am I supposed to say to my mother?”
“She already knows,” he said, guiding her up to the register with one hand on her neck.
“Shewhat?”
Her screech had the clerk raising his eyebrows.
“What. Did. You. Do?”
It was a shame she’d have to murder Brick so soon after discovering his prowess in bed.
He handed the cameras over to the clerk, keeping a possessive arm around her. “How’s it going, Randall?”
Randall had graduated two years ahead of Remi. He knew the signs of an impending implosion. She managed to keep a lid on her temper until they were outside again. It was a gray, icy day, which meant fewer witnesses on the streets.
“William Eugene Callan,” Remi said, digging her heels in when he pulled her toward his snowmobile.
He came to a halt and rounded on her. “If you think for one second that I’m going to let you pretend that last night didn’t happen or that it didn’t mean what we both know it meant, you are sorely mistaken, Remington. I’ll be happy to educate you the second we get back to my house.”
She gave a gasp of indignation. “Educateme?”
