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Everything about that cock spelled trouble. It wasn’t just an unmanageable length—it was an emergency room visit. That it belonged to Remy Winfield was its own problem, not only for his reputation of fucking girls and then fucking them over, but because he’d been expressly forbidden by my best friend, who was his cousin, and who also happened to be the bride I was busy filling picture frames for.
So why was it that I couldn’t stop imagining the whole of that dangerous cock fitted—likely painfully—in the hot space between my thighs?
What I’d have given to fuck that without consequences.
I’d kept my secrets about Remy, which wasn’t difficult with the wedding looming. The event was all Cass could talk about when we were alone, and when we weren’t, the subject of Remy’s dick was not at the top of the list.
Ashamed as I was to admit it, the secrecy made the game we’d tangled ourselves up in more thrilling. No one knew Remy had seen my entire pussy, nor were they aware that he was in possession of a pair of my worn knickers. Silky and very, very small knickers. Lord, he’d even seen my fully naked body. Washed my hair with rough hands that didn’t seem capable of tenderness. But they were, damn them, unexpectedly gentle and careful.
And not a soul knew.
My chest ached, my ribs squeezing a hot coal of desire that I had never felt with Henry. My love for Henry was quite practical and safe. My feelings for Remy were anything but. They were utterly feral, and my control over them was dubious at best.
I hadn’t seen him much the last few days, a blessing and a curse. The space had given me time to cool off—the Night Of The Knickers, I’d had a very long multi-orgasm session with myself to stop me from doing something stupid. And I didn’t know what Remy had planned to try and tempt me into losing, but despite my bravado, I couldn’t guarantee my willpower would hold out.
Why I was involved in the whole mess was beyond me. Apparently, I was not above being goaded, too stubborn for my own good. What made it so terribly dangerous was that I did want him, but I had promised myself to Henry long before he’d ever asked. Henry, who I was no longer convinced would ever be mine.
Henry, my feelings for whom I wasn’t too sure about after all.
It was quite confusing. The easiest way to handle Remy was to avoid him. And thankfully, he was working tonight.
Every thought in my head died when we pulled up to the house and his Scout was there.
My sigh was nothing short of defeated.
Cass nibbled her bottom lip. “Are you sure you can’t join us for dinner?”
“Yes,” I said on a forced laugh. “Go! Enjoy yourselves.”
“Judo chop his ass if he deserves it. Just not in the face,” she added. “I need him unbruised for wedding pictures.”
At least that time when I laughed, it wasn’t a lie.
I opened the door to torrential rain, throwing it shut behind me as I took off for the porch. But even in that short distance, my shoes were muddy and my clothes soaked. I waved goodbye like a wet raccoon and braced myself for whatever was going to happen with Remy.
Something always happened with Remy.
But of all the things I expected to discover beyond the door, I couldn’t have guessed what I’d find.
16
truth is
JESSA
The living room and kitchen were filled with a warm glow, the delectable smell of food, and the quiet strumming of country music from an unknown source. It was even tidy, complete with a throw hanging on the back of the sofa, not a shoe to be found in front of the door. Small lamps I hadn’t noticed before were the source of the glow, dotting the living room and kitchen, giving the room the coziest ambiance. The scent came from the stove, where I found the biggest surprise of all.
Remy stood in front of a pot, large spoon in hand, half turned to me with a confused look on his devastatingly handsome face. A dark T-shirt stretched across his back and arms, his jeans hugging his backside and thighs, looser from the knee down to where they bunched at his bare feet. I’d never considered bare feet strong or masculine, or noticed a dusting of dark hair with anything but mild disgust, but here I was with Remy’s sexy feet, questioning my mental health.
Beau’s head lifted sleepily from his sprawl on the kitchen floor. On seeing it was only me, he flopped his head back down and sighed, instantly asleep again.
“What are you doing here?” Remy asked, still looking confused.
“I might ask you the same thing.” I shook off my arms and twisted my wet hair to get it off my neck. “I thought you were working tonight.”
“Boss figured we wouldn’t be busy, what with the rain and all. I thought you’d still be avoiding me so you don’t lose our little wager.”
And there he was, good old Remy. I rolled my eyes, reckoning I was no better.
