“Why don’t you stay here?” The invitation rolls off my tongue with ease.
Raising his eyebrows, he says, “Are you sure?”
“Why the hell wouldn’t I be sure?” I chuckle. “Of course, I’m sure.”
The corner of his mouth lifts in a boyish grin as he shrugs. “I don’t know. You’ve got an early mornin’. Wouldn’t want to throw nothin’ off.”
“Ain’t nothin’ gonna be thrown off,” I murmur. “I like havin’ you in my bed.”
“Oh, is that right, daddy?” He waggles his brows. “Well, I like bein’ in your bed.”
“Not how I meant it, but that works too.”
Remington watches me for a moment, a look that warms my chest passing through his eyes. “Okay, we’ll stay.”
Once we finish washing the dishes, I make up the bed in the guest room before Remington carries him in. The boy is out cold; he wasn’t joking when he said Lukas was exhausted. Standing in the doorway, I admire them. The way Remington pulls the covers up and tucks him in, the way he looks at him, like a father looks at his son.
That day in the diner when Remington told me about Lukas asking him to take him in pops into my mind. How unsure he was. He couldn’t understand why this boy would want him to take care of him. But I saw it. I understood. And just like I thought, he had it in him. In such a short amount of time, Remington has grown so much.
Catching me watching him, Remington flashes me a smirk that makes my stomach dip as he saunters over to me. “See somethin’ you like, daddy?”
“Yeah. You.”
I dip my head, sealing my mouth to his. He inhales sharply, melting into my touch. I’ll never get used to this. To him. Us. Yet another thing that’s grown in such a short amount of time. It’s crazy how I’ve known Remington almost his whole life, never looked at him any which way, and now I can’t imagine not having him like this.
I can’t imagine not kissing him.
Can’t imagine not holding him in my arms, smelling his scent, tasting the salt on his skin after a long day.
“Take a shower with me?” I murmur against his mouth.
His lips curl into a grin, and he nods. “Abso-fuckin’-lutely.”
Remington grabs the towels while I start the water. Placing them on the counter, he pads over to me, fingers coming to the buttons on my flannel. Slowly, he pops them open, his gaze never leaving mine. My stomach flutters, and my pulse kicks up as he slides the material off my shoulders, letting it fall to the floor.
“Thanks for your help today,” he murmurs. “Finding Lukas.”
“You don’t have to thank me.”
“Yeah, but I’m goin’ to anyway.” Next, he moves on to my belt, flicking it open and tugging it off. “I don’t think you realize how much you’ve done for me this year.”
“Could say the same thing about you,” I say, stepping out of my jeans once he shoves them down.
His eyebrows pinch while he removes my boxers next, leaving me standing naked before him. “What do ya mean?”
It’s my turn to undress him, and I’m going to enjoy every second of it. “Well, if it weren’t for your persistence and stubborn nature, I never would’ve gone through with pottery.You pushed me to do somethin’ I didn’t wanna do, and it actually helped me.”
Remington breathes out a small chuckle. “Yeah, well, my intentions weren’t always pure and out of the goodness of my own heart,” he admits, stepping out of his pants. “Really just wanted a reason to see you privately.”
My chest rumbles with a deep laugh. “Why am I not surprised?”
Once I rid him of the rest of his clothes, I pepper his neck and chest with soft, open-mouthed kisses. I revel in the way his body responds to me, how italwaysresponds to me. He lets his head fall back onto his shoulders, and he groans with each gentle brush of my lips.
Stepping into the shower, the water is hot and relaxing as it washes over us. Remington keeps his eyes on me as I wash his hair, taking extra care to massage his scalp. Next, I move on to his body, my hands roaming over every inch of him. He’s hard, so am I, but neither of us does anything about it. At least not yet. After I rinse the suds away, Remington washes me next, taking his time and leaving no part of me untouched. My body is on fire by the time we’re both clean, every inch of me lit up like live wire.
He makes the first move. With the water cascading down my back, he peers up at me from beneath his lashes, lust swimming in his gaze as he curls his fingers around my stiff length. I hiss through my teeth as he pumps me slowly, the touch electric. He brings his other hand up, roaming over the expanse of my chest. His fingers tweak and tug on my nipples, the sensation like a shot of arousal straight to my balls.
I keep my hands to myself for as long as I can, but it’s too much. I need to touch him, make him feel this good too. Remington’s lips part, my brows cinching together as he breathes out a soft moan when I stroke his hard, thick cock. My hand wraps around the back of his neck, hauling his mouth tomine. Our tongues tangle, tasting and stroking as I line my dick up to his. They slip and slide, creating mind-numbing friction as we hold both of us in a tight fist. Our breathing mingles, steam from the shower billowing around us.
