Chapter 15

Remy

They’d agreed on blocking each other from their text app, their contacts, everything. They did it before kissing each other good-bye.

But this wasn’t him reaching out to her digitally.

He drove straight to her house. He couldn’t wait any longer. She lived on the suburbs, on a two-floor house with a small backyard.

He stood across the street from it, his heart beating hard in his chest.

Fuck it.

He walked to the door and rang the doorbell. No answer. He rang it again but still no one replied. Then he did it for a third time, he couldn’t hear it inside. Maybe it didn’t work.

Or maybe she isn’t home.

No problem, he knocked on the door.

“Julie?”

No reply. He knocked again, and no one answered. Shit.

He was so excited to meet her that he didn’t even think she might not be around.

A soft hum reached him, music. It came from the back of the house. He smiled, she was home.

He was trespassing but he didn’t care. He was eager to see her again.

A small white fence surrounded the house. The music got louder and louder as he walked to the backyard, it was dark, but he saw a room on the second floor with the lights on.

His stomach tightened when he saw her outline walk past the big double window. It had a small balcony filled with flowerpots and a climbing plant covering almost the whole back of the house.

The curtains were closed, but they had a small slit where he saw her moving again. He could easily recognize her, humming along with the music.

He smiled, she looked so free, without a worry in the world.

“Julie!” He called again, but the only reply was a dog barking from the house behind hers.

Damn it.

“Julie!” He called a bit louder.

She was right there, standing on the far side of her room, moving slowly, as if she was combing her hair.

She’d planted rose bushes on the far edge of the garden, to hide the fence and block the neighbors view, apparently. He found a few pebbles and got ready for plan B.

“Julie Crawford!” He cried again, and threw one right in the middle of her window.

She seemed to stop, but then continued with whatever she was doing.

“My gosh, this is harder than I thought.”

He called her again and threw another pebble, this time a bit harder, she turned to the window, then he threw another one.

She rushed to the big window and opened it, drawing the curtains away. She wore a pink robe, looking out, trying to find out what was happening.

What a Goddess.

“Julie! Down here,” he spoke, making her jump back in fear.

“It’s me—”

She narrowed her eyes and finally saw him in the darkness.

“Remy? What are you doing here?”

“Your doorbell isn’t working.”

She didn’t understand at first.

“I had to see you. I couldn’t wait any longer.”

She suppressed a smile.

“But what about—”

“We’ll make it work.”

She smiled again.

“You’re crazy.”

“Yes,” he said, “thank you for that.”

Her cellphone rang. She turned to find it but someone honked their car on the front of the house. Her face changed completely, her eyes widening, color draining from her face.

“Listen, you need to go.”

What’s happening?

“You need to go now, Remy, before—”

“Julie?” A woman said, knocking on her front door.

Julie gasped.

“They’re here.”

Another knock on the door, she turned and grabbed her phone, disconnecting it from the sound system.

“Yes? Oh, okay. Yes. You’re here early… Okay… Okay.”

“Jules,” the woman yelled louder, “mom’s here, are you going to open the door?”

“My parents came for dinner,” she said, her voice full of fear, “you need to—”

“Julie!” Her mom yelled.

“I’m coming mom! Wait a bit!”

Fuck. He needed to go.

He looked out front hiding as well as he could, a big Lexus was parking on the curve. Bodyguards already on the sidewalk, waiting to open the door.

He turned to Julie and she understood what was happening without her even needing to say it.

“They were supposed to be here in an hour!”

“No problem,” he said, walking toward the fence on the back, “I’m just going to—”

“No!” She said, but it was too late, the neighbor’s dog barked like crazy.

“Julie?” Her mom said again, her voice now tinged with worry.

“Remy, hide!” She said, then yelled, “I’m changing mom, wait two minutes!”

“They’re going to check the backyard,” Remy said, “move back.”

He stepped on a windowsill on the first floor, then jumped to the balcony, pulling himself up from there.

“Duck!” Julie whispered just in time for her parent’s bodyguards to miss him.

“Hi, guys!” She said, feigning innocence, a couple of men dressed in black checked the back of the house. He’d been right.

“Hi, Miss Jules, we thought we heard something.”

She shrugged, “just that darned dog.”

They nodded.

“Stay here, Morales, let’s make sure it was just that,” one of them said before going to the front.

She walked inside her room Remy following after her on his knees.

They were finally safe.

“Shit. I’m really not too much into crawling,” he said, and she laughed out loud.

“You’re insane!”

He took her in his arms and kissed her. Every second that passed without him doing so had been torture.

“You are absolutely nuts.”

Remy held her tight, kissing her deeply. Her touch, her soft, delicate skin, her laughter. He couldn’t believe how much he needed to see her.

“Julie, open the door!” Her mom called again, tired of waiting.

“I have to go, stay right here.”

She ran downstairs, closing the door behind. Remy heard Julie and her mother talk, then a deeper voice, Charles Crawford.

He couldn’t have picked a worst day to come visit her. It was as if fate tried to push them away from each other.

“Fuck fate,” he said with a smile. He made his own destiny.

He sat on the big, four post bed. The room was decorated retro style, coupled with soft lights, a vanity set, and stacks of books. It looked like controlled chaos.

The soft thud of footsteps coming upstairs reached him, until the door opened suddenly.

“…Yes,” Julie said to her parents, “just let me finish changing.”

She closed the door and leaned against it, breathing out deeply.

“We’re safe,” she said.

“I can’t leave, right?”

“Right. Your own fault for not calling me.”

“We blocked each other, remember?”

She bit her lip.

“We’re adults, why are you so scared—”

“You don’t know my parents.”

He smiled, “I guess I don’t.”

“They still think I’m a virgin, waiting for marriage and all that.”

He laughed.

“Really?”

“Shush! They’ll hear you! And yes, really, is that so hard to believe?”

“Not after what we did last time… or the time before that.”

She blushed, “I’ve never done stuff like that.”

“But you—”

“Yes, I’ve had sex, but that was—”

She raised her eyes to him. He didn’t know how much he missed their light brown beauty. He stood up and walked to her, slowly. She didn’t move, just waited for him to hold her again.

He kissed her softly, quietly. She raised her hand to his cheek and kissed him. He could have left everything behind for that kiss.

This was the right choice. The world made sense when he kissed her. They found each other, and nothing else mattered.

She untied the knot on her robe, still kissing him.

“You should go back,” he said, using almost all of his willpower to speak those words.

“Yes, I should.”

She undid his pants and knelt, grabbing his cock with both hands.

“I’ve been thinking of this since you dropped me off here.”

She didn’t wait for his reply, just licked the length of his shaft and put it in her mouth, her tongue circling his cockhead, driving him crazy.

He shut his mouth and tried to keep quiet, but it was almost impossible.

She kept on sucking him, her hot mouth drenching his rod with saliva, then took it out and licked it from the base to the top. She was going to make him lose his mind.

She grabbed his legs and pulled him closer, having more of him in her mouth. Then jerked him off while licking his thighs, pulling his cock upward, her tongue exploring his sack.

His knees budged, it was too much, her hands drenched in her drool, going up and down, up and down around his cock.

He was about to explode, but held back, he wasn’t going to be done so quickly. Not before her.

Remy tried to step away and bring her up but she held on to his legs.

“You’re not going anywhere,” she said, with an edge to her voice.

Looking down, to his shaft buried in her mouth, her perfect breasts perked up, he knew she was just as kinky as he was, it was as if their minds were connected.

He grabbed her hair and pulled back, unable to hold it any longer, but her hands went up to his cock and jerked him.

“I’m gonna—”

“Give it to me,” she interrupted, and that was it.

He exploded, his seed landed on her tongue, but she pointed his cock down, letting him spray her on her breasts.

The sight of it all made him wild, coming even harder, drenching her with his warm seed.

“Good,” she said, cleaning her mouth, going to the bathroom, “now I can go downstairs.”

She put on lipstick and clothes. He couldn’t articulate a sentence, his whole body wanting her again. She was his, he would not let her go away again.

“It’ll be a while, mister Morgan,” she said, her black, loose pants and shirt making her look beautiful, “I hope you don’t get bored.”

She closed the door and her footsteps echoed in the house. His mind unraveled, still amazed, not believing what just happened.