I bite his bottom lip and pinch the tight bud as I grind my thickening cock against his. The combination rips a moan from him. I silence him with a kiss.
“Shh, baby, you can’t be loud tonight.”
He grimaces, hips rocking. “I can’t help it.”
I chuckle. “I know, but you gotta try.”
Sucking on his neck and smoothing my palm down his taut stomach, I start to lose myself, the pain dulling—
Thumps from the hall. Both of us freeze.
Footsteps?
Hazel eyes widen.
A knock at the door. “Remy?”
Fuck, fuck, fuck.
I fly off him so fast that one of my scabs rips. Fighting the scream stuck in my throat, I scramble to the window. One of my slides comes off but I don’t have time to retrieve it.
I’m straddling the sill when Remy calls out, “One second, Ma!”
Then his hands grasp my cheeks, dragging me back into a sloppy kiss. Our foreheads meet.
“One day, you’re going to fall asleep in my arms again,” he whispers.
My eyes sting as I whisper back, “And you’ll wake up to me cooking you breakfast.”
His smile is dim; a tear tracks down his cheek.
I give him one more kiss and slip into the darkness.
32
Remy
Diffused morning light filters through my closed lids, casting a pink glow over my mind. My alarm didn’t go off. I must have a few more minutes before class…
Wait.
It’s Saturday.
Last night comes back to me in fragments. I groan, rolling onto my stomach to smash my face in the pillow. Kicking my leg out, I’m met with cool, empty sheets. But I didn’t go to bed alone.
Unless it was all a wild dream.
The dull ache in my ass says it definitely happened. While my cock likes the little reminder, I, on the other hand, am panicking.
Whipping the quilt aside, I scan the room. My vision takes a second to catch up but I instantly notice two things are missing:
Win.
And my fucking cat.
Meaning he’s here somewhere and she’s likely schmoozing. It takes a conscious effort to ignore my eager morning wood as I enter the scene of the crime: the bathroom.
No Win or Mitz to be seen.
