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He groaned. “Toss back the rest of it so I can do something else with that mouth.”
She did exactly that and then placed the wineglass down and rocked her hips again. “Remember when we used to do this?” she asked, rubbing herself slowly against him, sliding her hands across the width of his shoulders. “When you were too good to have me, and this was all you’d let me do to you.”
His beer bottle soon rested next to her glass, and his jaw muscles worked as he reached for her breasts. “Yes, I vividly remember.” He tweaked her nipples. “Especially how much you liked this.”
She tossed her head back against the sudden need flooding her. Hot and wet, she slid her hands into his hair and then sealed her mouth across his, never stopping the thrusting of her hips, back and forth, rubbing herself against him, taking pleasure, giving pleasure.
His hands left her breasts, sliding down her back until he squeezed her butt and held on tight, helping her gain movement. “I’ve never forgotten how you used to fuck me like this, and how this made you fall apart.” He bit her neck.
She shivered and gasped. “No matter how much I begged you to take me,” she said, breathless, speeding up now, falling into the speed they set together. “You would never let me.” She lifted her hips until she found the top of him, reveling in the masculine sound that rumbled from his chest. “But I’m not that innocent girl anymore.” She took the tip of him inside her, knowing what she wanted. “I’m safe, protected, and clean. I want you, Asher.”
“You’ve got me,” he growled, then thrust her down on him in one swift stroke.
She arched against the intense pleasure and then lost herself in how they fit together. She’d never had unprotected sex with anyone but Asher, and the memory of him exploded into every molecule. She rocked her hips, the water sloshing around them to land on the bathroom floor. His deep grunts echoed her sensual screams, driving her higher and higher. She gripped the edge of the tub while his fingers dug into her hips, helping her move faster, harder, until she screamed, breaking wide open, and he crashed over the edge with her.
Chapter 16
The next morning, Asher woke to Remy still sleeping next to him. He’d left her there, wishing she could sleep until this hell was behind her. If she was in his bed, she was safe. But he knew Remy wasn’t the woman he’d left behind. She’d want to face this head-on, but he’d rather her stay safe instead. But back in the day, he’d made decisions that got them into a mess. He’d never decide anything for her again.
While he showered to get the rose oil scent from their bath off his skin, a plan formed, one that he doubted the chief would approve of, but one that was necessary for Asher to put Violi behind them. Nothing else mattered but that.
When he came out of the bathroom, he found Remy gone from the bed, Salem now sleeping on her pillow. He hurried into a pair of jeans and a black T-shirt and then headed downstairs. “Remy,” he called, moving quickly down the hallway into the small kitchen, but then the spike in his heart rate instantly slowed when he caught sight of Remy outside in his mother’s garden. He opened the back door and leaned against the doorframe.
Remy wore jeans and one of Asher’s sweaters that was oversized on her. He remembered she used to love wearing his leather coat, and he loved seeing her in it. His mind drifted, returning to a moment in the past where his view had been nearly identical.
Sweaty and starving, Asher entered the house and dropped his duffel bag on the floor after an intense workout at the local college. Everything hurt. From the tips of his fingers the whole way down to his toes ached, muscles he didn’t even know he had were strained, but once he graduated college he had his sights set on the police academy.
“Mom?” he called, moving through the hallway. He heard music coming from outside and followed the noise. When he reached the back door, he found his mother in her garden. But that’s not all he found.
Remy stood behind her, watering the flowerbeds with the hose. Her jeans were rolled up to her knees, her white T-shirt covered in dirt, tied up, exposing her belly. Damn. He was having trouble keeping his hands off her lately. Before he got hard in front of his mom, he focused on the flowers.
A song from the eighties played on the radio. Remy sang, dancing around the garden like she always did, which made her breasts bounce and ass jiggle. Shit.
“Asher.”
He jerked his gaze at his mother and then smiled. “Having fun?” he asked.
“Always,” Mom said, her green eyes sparkling and her brown hair up in a ponytail. Dad wasn’t anywhere in sight, which explained the peace on Mom’s face. Asher told her to leave him. They’d be okay once Asher got out of college, but Mom never listened, always saying Asher just didn’t understand his father. He loved her in ways Asher couldn’t comprehend. She gave Asher a kiss on his cheek when he reached her. “Remy is just so good with all the herbs and things.”
“It’s all my nana,” Remy said with a smile. “What I know, I learned from her.” She came over, stood on her tiptoes, and gave him a quick kiss. “Ew. You stink.”
“I missed you too.” He grinned.
“You do smell, sweetie,” Mom said. “Go shower and then I’ll make us some dinner.”
Remy winked at him and turned back to shake her ass again. He swore she did that on purpose just to tease him. Her eighteenth birthday was only three weeks away, and it couldn’t have come any sooner. She wanted him. He wanted her. Damn his mother for making him promise to be “good” until she was officially an adult.
Now sweaty, starving, and hard, he turned away to go deal with the latter and the sweatiness in the shower when suddenly Remy said, “Actually, I think a shower here is better.”
He turned just in time to get sprayed in face with the jet of water. His mother’s laughter echoed in the air, followed by Remy’s squeal as he charged forward, stole the hose, scooped her up, and soaked them both.
“You’re awake.”
Asher blinked, thrust back into the garden where his mother no longer stood. Those memories used to haunt him. The happiness he had with his mother was one of the reasons he left Stoney Creek. She’d been everywhere, and that hurt more than Asher could bear. “Good morning,” he said, grabbing his sweater and tugging her closer to him. “Getting your hands dirty already?”
She frowned up at him. “What happened to your mom’s garden?”
“I happened,” Asher said with a laugh. “No green thumb, remember?”
