1- Remy
My arms, legs, hips and neck hurt.
I couldn’t recall the other positions the asshole put me in, acting like I was some flexible fucktoy that he had gotten for Christmas and planned on playing with for eternity.
I loved it.
I woke first, my eyes on his sleeping form. He slept like a log, his arm draped around my waist. I’d tried to move before but that only made him hold me tighter. So I did the second best thing.
My hips ground into him. His dick didn’t waste any time to poke at me but he still wasn’t waking up. So I kept moving and moving and—
I gasped as his hand wrapped around my neck and yanked me back, his grey eyes staring at me sleepily before he buried his face in my head and said gruffly, “Take off your underwear.”
I reached down, biting my lower lip when it was finally off before I felt him suddenly wrapping his arms around my body and pulling me into his body. “Sleep.”
…
What?
I tried to pull away but he was holding me far too tight. Tighter, in fact, as if he was trying to pull me into his body. “Let’s go again!”
“You passed out four times and came eight.” He sounded so rough and raw. My pussy was already quivering in excitement. Sleepy sex would be it. Sleepy sex would be perfect. “You need rest.”
“I’m not like you. You’re old. Is that what this is? Because you’re old and—”
He let go of me and flipped to the other side. “Goodnight, Remy.”
“Goodnight? It’s morning!” I sat up and climbed on top of him. Why was he so big and strong? Took a while but I straddled his hips, my hands planted on his chest.
His grey eyes flickered open again, but this time there was no sleepiness, just lust, desire and somehow adoration for me. Not exhaustion. I was winning. “Don’t you want to do normal things? Like cuddling?”
“We’ve done that already. I want more.” I leaned forward, my hair cascading over my hair to him as I stared into his face. “You know the best part about this? That I can see it. All your anger and frustration at knowing you can’t say no to me,”
“So this is a power trip?”
“Three years of you ignoring me. And you fucked me like you couldn’t imagine being out of me for a second,” I leaned down, my smile so bright I could barely contain it. “I win. I always win.”
“Congratulations.” Fuck. My body was already vibrating in excitement. “But I need to sleep. And you need to recover.”
“Is this going to be a running thing? You being old means you sleep all the time now and won’t fuck me for an entire day?”
“Maybe.”
“That’s not what you’re supposed to say!”
There it was. A hint of a smile. From Decker Kane, the Reaper king! I tried to sit up but he held me down. His hand was already on my back, making the same circles he always did when he wanted me to fall asleep. “Stay here.”
“Sure your dick can handle being hard as hell just because you want me here while you ‘sleep’?”
“You’re warm.” He sounded fuzzy, his heartbeat slow and steady. “And holding you seems to take the nightmares away. You also smell nice. And you’re soft,”
My face was already burning and my stomach was turning and twisting and flipping. I was so small on his chest. And he was hard, as rock everywhere, and yet… yet, I was relaxing into him, my head looking up at him. “Don’t say things like that.”
He looked at me. There it was again. Adoration. Now shifting into devotion. “You like it when I tell you,”
“Yes but it’s just—” Different. Harder to believe. Painful. “It feels like you’re trying to get everything out before you throw me away again,”
“Remy—”
“I know. I know. Not now. I know,” My hand reached for his face. “This feels good. This… I can’t think of anything else when I’m with you. I don’t feel like I have responsibilities. And now that we’ve… now that we’ve crossed the line, does it really matter anymore? We fit each other. I don’t feel like this with anyone else,”
His hand stilled from my back. “It’s not that simple.”
I sat up. “It seemed pretty simple while your cock was down my throat and he was on the call.”
“It’s no longer just him—”
“You’re shifting the post again? Of course, typical you.”
I was off his body.
My brain was yelling at me, asking me why I was doing it. Especially right now. We were happy. We could have kept being happy. We were so happy.
He sat up. He looked tired as he rose from the bed and rubbed at his eyes. “I’m not doing this right now. Come to bed, Remy,”
“No—”
He was already walking to me and before I could react, he’d scooped me up like I weighed nothing. My protest died in my throat as he carried me back to the bed and threw me down. “I swear to god, if I have to spank you and make sure you sleep, I will. You’ve barely slept. I know you want to sleep. So stop fucking looking for a fight!”
Fear had wrapped every inch of my body. He was scary when he wanted to be. And this was one of those times. He was panting hard, his face scrunched in anger but his hand went over it, his palm covering his expressions. “We agreed that I’d handle it. That your focus would be on Blake. Why are you doing this to me?”
“I just… I just want to be with you—”
“And you are. Right now. I’m in your bed. I’m in your arms. I’m giving myself to you. And I know… I know it’s not enough and I’m sorry.” He sounded softer as he knelt to the floor so he could look at me at my eye level. Like he knew I was scared to look at him from up there. “I don’t want to think right now, okay? Can we do that, Remy?”
“Okay.” I was already crawling to him. I knelt upright when I was close enough and stretched my hands out for a hug. “Okay. Okay. I’m sorry.”
He pulled me into his arms without hesitation, holding me tight against his chest. His heart was still racing, but his breathing was slowing, the tension in his body gradually releasing before he lifted me up, our bodies still in a tight hug. “Can we sleep now, please?”
“Okay.” I buried my face into his neck. “Okay.”
