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“A pistol? Very fitting with your job.”
His finger slid up, caressing her waist as his hand pulled her closer. She swallowed as War’s mouth came closer, his intent clear. She was crazy for considering something with him considering their history, but sometimes, she didn’t want to be the oldest one, always following the rules. His lips claimed hers. Who cared about obligations when he was pulling her close?
With War, she didn’t need to think, just feel. His breathing sped up as he nibbled her ear, trailing kisses down her neck.
“I owe my brother a thank you. Your piercing is fucking hot. I can’t wait to lick it and you when I finally have you alone.”
War had them moving at lightning speed and honestly, she wasn’t complaining. She’d fantasized about him forever. She reveled in his touch and the heat he generated in her. When he pulled away, she was disappointed. She craved more of him, but the roof wasn’t where she wanted him.
“I’d like nothing more than to continue but we have a couple more places.” He stood up, holding his hand out to her. She started to pick up their mess. “Leave it. The prospects will take care of it.”
She took his hand and let him lead her. He’d thought out and planned an evening she hadn’t expected. Although she would have loved to see where his kisses led, she was a little excited about what else he’d planned.
Chapter Seventeen
War unlocked the door of the gun range. He’d been floored when Remington had asked about his greatest regret. He’d taken the easy way out, sharing about his piercing. Bear’s words had rung in his ears, but he hadn’t been ready to open up yet.
“Unusual first date but I have to admit, I’m intrigued,” Remington commented as they made their way through the store. He picked up the bag Cannon had left for him and flicked on the lights as he walked into the range. He hoped he hadn’t made a mistake. Even after all the intel he’d garnered on Remington, he was still a little unsure she’d appreciate what he’d done.
He handed her the bag, motioning for her to open it. Her lips widened in a grin, and she bounced on her toes a little when her hand wrapped around what was in the bag.
“You got me a gun?”
“Cannon said you were drooling over his and I wanted something for you to remember our first date by.”
“You’ve already done too much. I should say I can’t take it, but I can’t. Can we try it out?”
He led her to lane one where Cannon had set up his requests. A stack of range bullets fitting her new pistol waited along with eye and ear protection and the controls to the stereo system. When Cannon had wanted to upgrade the whole complex with a speaker system, he hadn’t been on board until Cannon spoke through the benefits. Playing the song from when they were in high school hadn’t been on Cannon’s list, but War was using it for it tonight.
Remington waited on him to get his ear protection on before she turned and tried out her gun. He couldn’t find anything in her stance to correct but he wasn’t surprised. Remington was driven to be the best at her job and protect those she loved. She paused after she ran through a box and had decimated the target. He replaced the target when it returned and sent it back. He motioned for her to continue. She leaned up and bussed his lips. Her muffled thank you pleased him. He owed Winnie. She’d seemed the most receptive in the texting so once he’d had an idea, he’d texted just her with what he planned. She’d been the one to suggest he should do things Remington liked to do. Her reasoning had been it would relax Remington and he was grateful. She’d been right.
Remington finished the box, cleared her gun, and laid it on the counter.
“Thank you.”
He grinned at how happy she sounded.
“You’re welcome. How about we move on to our next portion?”
“There’s more?”
He clicked the sound system, leading her out into the open lounge area of the range. She cocked her head at the first notes of the song.Her sisters and she had gone to see it at the theater three times that week because of how much Beth loved the show. His mom had forced him, Bear and Matt to go with them once because she’d been worried about the girls driving by themselves to Dodge City.
“I remember this song playing at prom watching you dancing with your date. Even though at that time I thought you were too high maintenance, I wanted to be him. You were smiling and laughing while you danced. I left right after graduation and lived my life. I don’t regret the path I took because I had a lot of growing up to do. What I learned in the Army and later as a police officer helped me become a man. Coming back here, I planned on taking over the MC and living my life. I’d given up thinking I’d find someone to spend the rest of my life with.” He paused as Remington stiffened in his arms. “Now, I’m not saying that’s where we’re at. Heck, I think this is only the second time we’ve hung out that we haven’t fought or had someone get hurt. What I am saying is I want to see where this goes...if you’re willing?”
He tried to present a calm façade as he waited for Remington to consider his words, but his palms had started sweating. He’d lied. He could see this ending in marriage, but he’d been such an ass he’d take it slow. He was in his forties but waiting for her reply had him teetering on the edge of a cliff. Would she open herself up?
“Everything you’ve done tonight has shown me a different side of you. A side I like and want to spend more time with. I think we’re right where we’re supposed to be. We’ve both grown over the years and who knows, if we would have tried something years ago, the odds probably would have been against us.”
He spun her around as one song segued into the next. He closed his eyes, swaying with her to the music. She relaxed into him, her face resting against his beard. Four months ago, he’d never have imagined he’d be here, with her, and know he was truly home. He didn’t remember adding this song to his playlist, but the words were perfect. Her strength, her character was perfect, as if she’d been made for him. They both had their own baggage but when he dreamed of the future, he could see them together. Sure, they’d disagree, raise their voices. They were both passionate about what they believed in. He wasn’t one who wanted a woman to submit to him. He craved a partner—someone who would challenge him to be a better man. Remi would do that.
Lips caressing his neck as they traveled up to his ear had him wondering how he was supposed to wait to have her until their third date. With all the blood rushing to his groin, he couldn’t remember which sister had given him that directive, but they’d all agreed how important it was.
Remi’s lips claimed his, pushing into his mouth, her tongue taking control of their kiss. He grasped her butt, shifting her closer, which wasn’t enough. Her arms wrapped around his shoulders, and he hoisted her up as her legs wrapped around his hips. He fumbled toward the counter, setting her there so he could cup her breast. A little moan broke free.
“Not sure what you have planned next but if it involves you inside me, I’m on board,” she whispered as she kissed along his jaw.
He wanted her more than he needed his next breath, but he wasn’t screwing this up. “I want nothing more but it’s not the third date.”
