“Will you share them with me?” she asks.
“Depends on how hungry you are. I wouldn’t want to deprive you of a midnight snack if it will stop you fainting on my kitchen floor.”
She laughs, and I get a jarring thought: I can’t remember the last time I laughed out loud. “No more fainting.”
She leans closer, and the robe parts underneath the loosely fastened cotton belt. She’s naked underneath. I’m close enough to open the robe and gaze upon her beautiful body, but I don’t. This is a new game, and I don’t yet know the rules.
Instead, I take both sides of the robe, tug them together, and secure the belt more tightly. “You’ll get cold.”
She watches me intently. “I don’t think there’s any risk of that.” She has more to say; I sense it on the tip of her tongue waiting for the right moment to dive overboard. “Bash, when I… when we… I didn’t know, but at the same time, I think I kinda did. Not that I would’ve deliberately had sex with you both. I’ve never… I’ve only ever been with…” she sighs heavily. “I guess what I’m trying to say is that I wanted you anyway.”
I have a hundred questions.
I don’t ask a single one. I pull her to me and crush her mouth against mine. I tug the robe over her shoulders, feel her naked body pressed up against me. She stands on tiptoes, fists my hair,kisses me back, and I know this situation is about to get a whole lot wilder and more complicated, but I’m powerless to stop it.
The one thing I do know is that I’m not apologizing for wanting her this time. I’m not sorry. I’ve never wanted anyone so desperately that I’m willing to risk everything. Including my brother.
I pick her up and sit her on the breakfast counter. Remy grips my shirt and pulls me with her as she lies back. She spreads her legs wide and puts her feet on my shoulders.
“Is this what you want, Remy?” I ask.
“Yes.”
“Even though—” I can’t say my brother’s name out loud.
“Even though,” she confirms. “Bash, I don’t understand what’s going on either. But I do know that I don’t want to lose either of you.”
The last time I saw Remy, I refused to believe that she was the innocent party in this situation. I don’t know what has changed. Her? Me? All of us perhaps. But I already passed the point of no return when she came to my apartment to look for her sister’s pendant.
I don’t need it in writing.
With her feet on my shoulders, I lower my head and kiss the mound between her legs. “I want to kiss every inch of you.” I twist my neck and kiss the soft skin of her inner thighs. “Inside and out.”
“Hard and fast?” The amusement in her tone is evident.
“If that’s what you want.”
She digs her heels into my back and pulls me closer. “I thought you were going to show me what you’re made of.”
“I thought I already did.” I drag my fingertips gently across her stomach.
“I want more, Bash.”
“Did anyone ever tell you how demanding you are?”
“No.” She slants her eyes. “It’s a new skill, apparently.”
“I wholeheartedly approve.”
Her clit is soft and swollen. I lick it gently, ignoring the hard and fast request, and feel it throbbing on my tongue. Sliding a finger inside her, I probe and lick and suck. Her orgasm begins to surface almost immediately.
“Bash…” her voice has softened too. “Will you catch me if I fall?”
“Always.”
Her legs tremble violently when her climax rips through her. I suck harder on the swollen nub, tracing its map with the tip of my tongue, committing to memory the sounds Remy makes.
When her body goes limp, I free my cock from my pants, slide my arms underneath her, and lift her down from the counter, spinning her around so that her back is facing me. I spread her ass cheeks, and Remy leans forward, gripping the edge of the counter and shuffling her legs apart to give me the right angle. I slide my cock deep inside her, until her pussy touches my pants.
