He wraps himself tighter around my body. “I’m not sleepy. Can we… sit here and talk?”
“Here? No,” I say. He stiffens, but I say, “By the fire. The temperature is dropping in this room with the power out.” I pull the blanket back, and Remi trembles. “Come on, let’s lie by the fire. You can keep me warm there.”
Before he can move, I climb out of bed and scoop him into my arms. Remi laughs, high and sweet, then reaches back for the blankets. “Glad the floors are clean,” he breathes, his face alight with happiness.
“Me too, Hummingbird. The power is out, so you’ll have to find a way to entertain me.”
Brow furrowed, he asks, “How? Sex… again?”
I bark a laugh as I carry him to the living room. “I think your hole needs a break for a few hours. I was thinking more along the lines of conversation. I want to know everything about you, Hummingbird. Don’t leave out a single detail.”
“Okay,” he whispers, the light coming back to his eyes. I lower us to the floor.
With Remi still in my lap, I arrange the blanket to make a pallet in front of the fire. Then I transfer him onto it, pushing his hair back from his forehead and giving him a soft kiss. “Let me take off this condom and bring something to clean you up.”
Remi squirms as if he’s just realizing lube and cum are still inside him. “Okay. Hurry back?”
Smiling, I bend and take his lips in a hard kiss. Remi threads his hands through my hair, groaning as I stroke my tongue over his. My cock hardens, the irritating condom rubbing against my crown. If Remi weren’t uncomfortable, I’d take him again, but I need to clean him up.
Remi throws the blanket back and spreads his legs, pulling me between them. “One more time, please,” he whispers, thrusting his hardness against mine. “I can take it.”
Who am I to deny him when he begs so prettily?
12
REMI
When my bodywas loose and I was pretty sure I didn’t have any brain cells left because Streeter had fucked them all out, he grabbed another blanket from the couch and settled us both by the fireplace.
It was…
Nice.
I’d never had anything like that before. It was a weird time to realize that I’d never really cuddled anyone in my life.
After he pulled me to his chest, we talked about our lives. He told me how he moved from California to start fresh, that he had a few more bodies he didn’t tell me about. Before the asshole who’d tried to hit him with a bottle, he’d been going to school to be a mechanic. I told him how I was going to college for literature, and my best friend worked in a library. I was all blushes when I mentioned that I’d just been tested after I broke up with Trevor the last time, and the grin that crossed his face was nearly enough to make me ask him if he wanted to touch me again.
I probably would have if I hadn’t fallen asleep in his arms.
When I wake up, the first thing I notice is that I’m not cold. For a second, panic tears through me—if the weather has gotten better, if the snow’s melting…
Shit, I shouldn’twantto be snowed in at a cabin with a killer, especially one who had confessed his crimes to me…
But…
Well, when the snow melted, I wasn’t sure where that would leave me. I was starting to realize that even if Streeter let me go, even if he didn’t have plans on killing me after this…
I wasn’t sure that Iwantedto go anywhere if it meant that he wasn’t going to be there too.
I knew I had a problem with developing crushes easily, but this was something deeper.
He made me feelgoodfor the first time.
He made me happy…
And I…
Shit, I need to make sure that he knows I’m useful for more than just sex.
