Remi clutches her pet carrier in her hand and looks around. “Pffft. It figures that you three would have a gym for a living room. I would expect nothing less, given the circumferences of your biceps and ridiculous muscles on your bodies,” Remi observes.
“You know you love it,” I tease.
She smiles and doesn’t argue that fact as she walks further in the room, trailing her fingers over our sparse furniture. “What Ireallylove is that you put a couch in here too. I know where I’ll be when you guys are going all meat-head. Watching you work out will be better than watching TV,” she says, tapping her lip in thought. “How do you guys feel about masterbating on the couch? Any hard and fast rules against that? Need me to put a towel down or something?” Remi looks purposefully at Madix, her face stone-cold serious, and Brant chokes on a laugh that gets stuck in his throat.
“Well, since none of us have ever sat on the couch and tugged one out, we have yet to establish any rules about it,” Madix answers dryly. “I guess we could watch how you do it and then decide.”
Remi seems unphased by the heavy sarcasm saturating every word out of his mouth as she continues to look around.
“Wow, you guys do really great work,” she marvels as she runs a hand over the granite countertops. “I saw this place a long time ago, when I was just a kid. It was all shag carpeting and weird concrete countertops that had old rusty nails imbedded in it.”
The guys and I nod. “Yeah, that was a bitch to remove,” I tell her, remembering the demo. Brant goes to fill Puddles’s water bowl and give her some food.
“Where’s your bathroom?” Remi asks suddenly.
Brant points down the hall. “First door on your right.”
Remi sets the carrier down and opens the door to it. Coon and the rats must be sleeping, because none of them come out to investigate. I watch Madix’s jaw tick with irritation. I know the thought of these critters running around his pristine house is going to drive him crazy. It cracks me up, and I put a hand up to hide my smile.
Remi sets her bag down next to the pet carrier, and then crouches over it as she unzips the top. She digs around inside her pack until she pulls out a small case. She catches me watching her, and answers the question in my eyes before I can give it a voice. “Just some essentials I never leave home without,” she announces, raising the bag in reference.
I nod and then track her as she moves down the hall. Fuck, I hope she’s not on the rag. I mean, I’ll still fuck the shit out of her, but I’ve been fantasizing about spending hours with my head between her thighs since I watched Madix fuck her against a rock, and I’d like to do that sooner rather than later.
I plop down on the couch, ignoring Madix’s narrowed gaze. Yeah, I’m dirty and sitting on the furniture, and nope, I don’t give a flying fuck about it.
As soon as we hear the bathroom door shut, Brant looks over at us. “Does this feel weird to any of you?” he asks quietly.
“What do you mean?” Madix replies, still frowning at me.
“I don’t know, I feel like I’m just coming home from an extended tour. I’m not sure what to do with myself,” he admits.
Madix strolls into the kitchen, and then returns with four cold beers. He hands one to each of us, setting the fourth on the coffee table, over a coaster. I take a long pull of the cold drink, groaning at how good it tastes. My stomach rumbles, and I mentally try to take stock of what food we have in the cupboards, because I doubt anything in the fridge will still be good.Ooh yes,I think we have chips and salsa. I’m fucking all over that after I get a shower.
“Dude, it’s been a long week, and so much shit has gone down. I’m not surprised that’s how you feel. It makes sense. I’m just happy to be back and to eat and sleep…” Madix trails off as he tips his head back and swallows half his beer in one go.
“Here’s to not fucking dying,” I call out, raising my beer to them.
It was a stupid toast we always used to do after every successful mission, and it feels appropriate as fuck right now, given what we’ve been through. Madix and Brant both chuckle and clink their bottles against mine. “To not fucking dying.”
“Well, isn’t this cute? Look at the three of you bonding and being all bro-y.”
I look over at the sound of Remi’s voice, ready to send off a smartass comment, but I end up choking on my beer instead becauseholy fuck.
Remi is standing there, butt-ass naked in all her glory, watching us like there’s nothing unusual about her clothes’ disappearing act.
“Ummm... not that I’m complaining about what’s happening here, but where did your clothes go?” I ask.
Remi fixes me with a sweet smile, and then runs a solitary finger around her pink nipple, making it pebble. She then starts to trail that finger down her stomach slowly—fucking torturously slowly—until she hits the short, light brown hair at the top of her pussy. I swallow, watching hungrily as she presses her finger between her pussy lips and circles her clit.
“Well, the last two times I invited you three into the shower, I was left wet. Very, very wet, but all alone to deal with it.” Remi brings up her other hand and pinches her nipple, as the finger between her legs circles her clit faster. I groan at the sight of her working herself, her pussy starting to glisten as she gets wetter. “So, let’s try this again. I’m going to go take a shower, and you boys are more than welcome to join me,” she says in that breathy way of hers that makes my balls swell and my cock jump against my zipper.
With that, she turns around, swaying back down the hallway to the bathroom. I watch the muscles in her back and the sway of her ass. I blink in surprise and a jolt goes through me when I notice a sparkly blue gemstone sitting right in the middle of her round cheeks.What the Fuck?
“Is that a…” Madix starts to ask.
“Fuck yes, it’s a butt plug,” Brant announces, and then he pushes past Madix and practically sprints after Remi.
Oh, fuck no.
