Instead of being chastised, I try to make light of the situation in the hopes that I can turn this around and lessen her anger. “I’m surprised, Remi. I thought you’d be into this with all of the invites for sex that you’ve been throwing around. Being tied up isn’t your thing?”
Remi rolls her eyes at me and maneuvers her hand that’s trapped between our chests to pinch my nipple.
“Owww!” I yelp, pulling her hand away and twining my fingers with hers to keep her from trying to rip my nipple off. “Stop taking your aggression out on me, and I’ll get off.”
“I don’t need the announcement of you getting off,” she quips.
“I didn’t...I’ll get offof you,”I clarify.
Remi tsks, her body now completely limp underneath me. “So you don’twantto get me off? Is that what you’re saying? You’re a taker but not a giver? That’s not good,” she says seriously, and my mind spins with the direction that my one simple statement took her. I don’t even know what to address first.
My frown deepens. “What...no, that’s not what I—”
“Stop falling for it, dude,” Brant says with a shake of his head.
I narrow my eyes on Remi who is doing her best to look innocent. I might not have known her long, but I’m a damn good people-watcher. I watch their expressions, look for their tells, and usually find it easy to gain a general sense of how they act. It was a good skill to have when I was in the service. Especially when there was a language barrier in hostile territory.
So even though Remi isn’t the enemy, I’ve still gauged her, and right now, that innocent look is full of shit. But what’s not full of shit is the way her breath is still coming in fast, and the way her nipples have pebbles through the thin material of her bra and shirt. She’s deflecting the conversation to gain the upperhand, since we overpowered her physically. And she’s turned on from being pinned beneath me, but she wants to deflect away from that too, by mocking me. Too bad I’m not gonna let her get away with it.
“Iama taker,” I confess as I stare into her eyes, and I adjust my hand that’s holding hers hostage. She scoffs and opens her mouth to retort something, but before she can, I lean in, take her bottom lip between my teeth, and bite down.
She squeaks in surprise and maybe a little bit of pain, but before she can do anything else, I suck her tender lip into my mouth, and then run my tongue down the rise of her plump lip, over her jaw, and nibble at the spot just below her ear. I nip and tease her there until I hear a soft sigh that barely suppresses a moan. With a grin, I pull back and speak low against her ear. “But just because I like to take, doesn’t mean I don’t give back. I do. Gladly. Over and over and over again.”
I pull back completely, releasing her hands and intending to sit up, but before I can, she uses her free hands to grip the collar of my shirt and yanks me back down.
My lips crash against hers in a frenzied mess, and her hands are suddenly all over me. I feel her fingers dance over my biceps before they delve under my shirt to run over my abs, and then her palms are gripping my ass and giving it a squeeze.
As soon as she does that, I can’t help myself from taking things further, because her bold touches are driving me fucking insane. I grind into her pelvis and grip her hair so I can angle her head just where I want it as I fuck her mouth with my tongue. She makes the tiniest noise of satisfaction, and I feel her hand slowly moving from my ass to trail around my thigh. My dick jumps when it realizes her trajectory, but just before she’s about to brush against it, a splash of cold water is suddenly dumped over my head.
I jerk up in surprise and Remi squeals again, this time because of the water that splashed onto her head and chest.
“What the fuck?” I snap, sitting up.
Remi pushes up into a sitting position as well, her hair messy and her lips swollen. But I’m too busy glaring at Madix, who’s driving one-handed and holding a half-empty water bottle in his other hand. “Whoops,” he says sardonically.
Fucking dick.
12
Remi
Iwipe water from my face and move to sit up, which forces Theo to lean away from me. I’m pretty sure he mumbles something about how he didn’t fuck up Madix’s turn, but I have no idea what that means. My impromptu makeout session with Theo just now has left me wet and unsatisfied. Either Stockholm's is making quick work, or I’m not as pissed off by what happened as I should be. I did say I was going to go with them, and even though I don’t really know shit about any of these guys, strangely enough, I do feel like I can trust them.
I shake my head to clear away those thoughts. What the fuck am I thinking? These assholes just tied me up in a car, in spite of my feelings on the matter, which again, if I’m being honest, are kind of conflicted. If I had a nickel for every pussy clench that occurred as Madix tied me up, well, let’s just say I’d have a lot of nickels. Does that mean that I’m not going to knee him in the balls the first chance I get? Nope, it does not. I’ve always been very forward when it comes to satiating my needs, but am I so cock-hypnotized that I’m treating a legit kidnapping like a really fun roleplay? Yes, yes I am.
I decide to give myself a break though, because I’ve been alone up on this mountain for nearly two and a half months. That means that it’s just been me, some smutty books, and my trusty vibrator to handle things. And my dating life even when I’m around society isn’t much to brag about. Guys always boast about how they want someone sexually outgoing and adventurous, but every time I’ve shown them exactly what I’m up for, things always got weird. They’d either become intimidated, or have some fucked up sense of jealousy. A lot of guys want some shrinking virgin violet, but that’s just not me. I know what I want, and I like keeping things exciting. Like three soldiers kind of exciting.
Theo leans back, and my eyes zone right in on the ample bulge in his pants. He fixes the front of his pants, either for my benefit, or more likely for his own comfort. I lick my lips as his hand grips his dick through the fabric. When I look up, I see that he’s watching me, both of us clearly feeling the effects of intense sexual attraction. His eyes wander down my body languidly, before sweeping back up to meet mine. There’s so much promise in that green gaze that I clench all over in anticipation.
Again, I shake myself back into reality, ignoring the overwhelming drive of my overactive hormones for a cold dose of truth. What do I do now? Do I trek back home on principle, go along with this, or fight the rest of the way there? I smirk to myself. That could be fun.
“I didn’t get a chance to reset my clinger dinger,” I tell all three of the guys. “There could be any old animal sauntering up to the chickens and tormenting the poor girls.”
“They’re chickens. They’re not as important as your life,” Madix tells me evenly.
“What if those people were friendly?” I volley back.
He tosses an exasperated look over his shoulder at me. “Who the fuck cares if they’re friendly? They could be sick.”
