Chapter Twenty-Five
Isabel
The next morning, I woke up to find Rem in bed with me. I was surprised because I couldn’t remember him coming back in the room. He was naked with an arm slung over my middle. I just stared at him for a few moments, taking his raw masculinity and relaxed face. He looked younger in sleep. I wanted to touch him, but I decided to let him sleep. I felt the twinge of pain inside as me as I snuck out from under him. As I got dressed, I couldn’t help but smile as I thought about that pain and what had caused it.
I went back to the Hearts’ room and switched out my clothing. Fortunately, the room was empty so I didn’t have to answer any questions. When I used the bathroom, I took my birth control like I did every morning. Looking at the packet, I noticed this was the seventh pill. According to the information packet that came with the pack, it wouldn’t be effective until after a full seven days. We were cutting it close last night.
Should I tell him?
I quickly decided that was a bad idea. This relationship was just starting. I didn’t need to scare him within the first twenty-four hours. I knew there was potential for conception, but the chance was low. No point in making a fuss when there probably won’t be an issue.
I headed downstairs to start breakfast.
Duncan was the first down. “Good morning,” I said.
“I’ll bet it’s good.” He gave me a smirk. It shouldn’t have surprised me that everyone knew. This place was worse than a sorority and more than eager to talk about sex.
Hawk and Max filtered in and started making plates, too.
“It couldn’t have been that great,” Duncan said and leaned in. “If you gave me that cherry, you wouldn’t be able to walk for a few days.”
I rolled my eyes. I could say that I still felt where Rem had been with every step I took, but I decided not to play his game. “Why would I want that? To be in so much pain I couldn’t walk? That doesn’t make any sense.” I handed him a plate.
He was about to say something else when there was grunt from the right. “What are you doing?” Rem came stomping over from the staircase. His hair was still bed messed and he was pulling on his cut.
“What I do every morning.” I gestured to the breakfast items spread on the counter.
“Not anymore.” He turned me toward him and started to pull me away from the counter.
I started to laugh. “What are you talking about?”
“You’re my old lady. You don’t cook for anyone but me.”
“What?” Duncan said from across the counter. “If that’s the case, then I might have to challenge you for her, bro.”
Rem was about to turn toward Duncan, but I stopped him. “Rem, he is just kidding, and I like cooking for the guys. It makes me feel useful and needed.”
For some reason, my explanation made him snarl. Next thing I knew he was dragging me into the laundry room and slamming the door behind us.
“Isabel, you are mine. That means your job is to be available to me before anyone else.” I was completely confused until his body pushed mine against the dryer. I could feel the hardness beneath his jeans. “I woke up hard as a rock. I should have been able to roll over and sink it deep into my woman. But you weren’t there.”
“So I’m just so supposed to wait around in your bed with my legs open?” I said sarcastically.
“Or bent over it,” he said and picked me up onto the machine. Rem was tall enough that the height was perfect to bring my pussy and his cock together. He grabbed my hair and started kissing me.
He was such a pig to assume I would be waiting on him for the rest of his life. I should push him away and slap him.
But my body, the traitor she was, refused to cooperate. My pussy eagerly sought the pressure of his length, and my nipples hardened as his hands pulled me to him. Even my mouth betrayed me as it opened for his tongue, willingly kissing him back. What was it about this man that made me such a dumb slut?
His fingers tore through my shorts until he found my wet center. I winced a little, still sore from our first time.
“Don’t worry, baby.” He took my shorts and panties down in one quick motion. Then he pushed my shirt and bra up so that he had full access to my breasts. His mouth took each nipple in turn while his fingers played gently at my entrance. His mouth started making its way down my body. I was confused about his course seeing how Amy told me the Aces were averse to oral sex.
My confusion must have shown on my face because he actually stopped to ask, “What’s wrong?”
“Are you going to—”
“Have your pussy for breakfast? Yes.”
“I thought you didn’t do that.”
“What?”
“One of the girls mentioned that you didn’t go down on them.”
He rolled his eyes. “Babe, of course I would never go down on a Heart or a sweet-butt. They get fucked by different men every hour. I would be insane to stick my tongue in one of those Petri dishes.” Then he leaned down and gave my clit a long lick. I couldn’t help but squirm against him.
“But this pussy is mine. The only dick it holds is mine, the only cum spilt inside it is mine.” He stuck his tongue inside me, and I moaned at the sensation. Then he attacked my clit again by suckling it fast and hard. I reached down and pushed his head into me harder as I felt the fire burn harder in my core. He growled against me, and I let myself fall back onto the dryer. His mouth made a feast of my flesh, and I felt my juices running out onto his face.
I let myself enjoy Rem’s ministrations, his tongue and lips making my body sing with pleasure. It felt so dirty and wild to be doing it on the dryer that I let myself moan a little louder.
Somewhere, I thought I heard a gasp, but when I looked up no one was there. It must have been my imagination.
Rem tongue fucked me and his lips sucked me, over and over. When his hands reached up to tweak my nipples, I finally went over the edge into the orgasmic whirlpool.
He drew on my center one last time before standing up. I leaned up onto my elbows and watched him release his thick cock. I really didn’t get a good look at it last night so I was a little shocked at how big it actually was. It was at least ten inches, and I was pretty sure my fingers wouldn’t touch if I circled it.
It was a miracle that he could fit inside me. While the size was intimidating, it was also a major turn-on.
He teased me by rubbing the head just inside my pussy. “I now understand why men in the past paid such a high price for a virgin. I love that this beautiful cunt has known no man but me. Makes me feel like a fucking king.” Then he pushed inside and I felt a twinge of pain, but my walls pulled at him, wanting him deep. I brought my legs up higher and wrapped them around him.
He gripped my hips and pulled me forward for a rough thrust. I whimpered, but he did it again and again, pushing hard and deep. Soon he was fucking me like a barbarian king, rough and dominating, and all I could do was grip his cut. Even his jeans chafed against my thighs as he pounded into me, but it only seemed to heighten my pleasure.
I was already so sensitive that my second orgasm came on quickly. I clamped my muscles as it swept through me. Rem let out a deep growl and kept pounding into me, making the dryer beneath us move like it was turned on.
After several minutes of him fucking my brains out, Rem stopped and pulled me into a sitting position. I leaned into him with my eyes closed and my ass came off the dryer so I could keep him deep.
“Open your eyes,” he said. I looked at him. He stared back at me with a dark gaze, his eyes controlling and possessive. I didn’t even know how eyes could look that way, but they did.
“From now on, you don’t leave our bed without telling me. I want you there when I wake up, no matter what. Do you understand?”
“Yes,” I whispered.
“Louder.”
“Yes, Rem,” I said.
Only then did he start to fuck me again. I clung to his neck tightly as he rammed in and out of my sopping pussy.
“Rem,” I screamed as my third climax burned through my middle. He kept up the hard thrusts until I felt his cock pulse and my insides were flooded with the warmth of his cum.
He set me down, but my legs were a little shaky so he held me tight.
“I’m sorry I left without telling you. I thought it was best not to wake you since you came to bed so late,” I said into his chest.
“I know. Just tell me from now on.”
I looked up at him and smiled. “Okay.”
He looked a little uncomfortable as he pulled away. He bent down to pick up my shorts and then handed them to me. “I’ll just wait for you outside.”
I was a little hurt that he didn’t want to stay longer. We were in a laundry room though. But even if we weren’t, I could tell that intimacy after sex was not something Rem was comfortable with.
I would have to take my time and not push him, but it would happen, I was sure of it.
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The next week was wonderful, if not a little awkward. I realized that I wasn’t the only one with inexperience in this relationship. Rem had never been in a real relationship with a woman, so he had no knowledge of girlfriend/boyfriend etiquette.
Perfect example, I made him lunch and brought it in to the shop for him on Wednesday. He simply told me to put it in his office and he’d eat it when he had time. Not even a “thank you”.
I was so angry with him that I was determined to ignore him when he came to bed. Of course, all he had to do was turn me over and give me one of those Alpha kisses and I was Jell-O. I think it was between the third and fourth orgasm that I decided to forgive him. It wasn’t a big deal, after all.
Rem kept himself busy during the day with running the shop and the club. At first, I tried to hang out with him, but he always had some excuse to send me away.
Even PDA was taboo around the club. I mean, I could watch Duncan rail Tracy on the pool table, but holding hands in front of the crew was not appropriate according to Rem.
I felt like we were a couple only at night, when the intimacy of sex allowed Rem to express himself. In those moments, he was so considerate and affectionate. He whispered the sweetest things to me in the dark. Every other minute he would tell me I was his and all the ways he wanted me. It made up for every cold moment he would subject me to during the day.
I quickly realized that the few minutes after physical bliss seemed to be the time to ask him about himself as well. Any other time, he would close up like a safe. It was after one particularly robust session that I found out his real name.
He had been gone overnight on a run with Jordan, Max, and Hawk. They got back right around sundown. When he came into the clubhouse, he quickly threw me over his shoulder and headed straight for our room.
It wasn’t until we were done with round two that he let my mouth free long enough to speak. He rolled to his back and tucked me into his side.
“Is Rem short for something?” I asked without looking at him.
“Remington.”
“So Remington is your full name?”
He laughed. “No, Remington is my road name. It’s a type of sniper rifle. Greyson shortened to Rem a few years ago.”
I turned my head and placed it on my palm so I could look at him. “Do you miss the army?”
“You mean the Marines?” He smiled.
I blushed. “Yes.”
“Sometimes. Things were easier over there.” His hand was in my hair, stroking my locks away from my face.
“What do you mean?”
He let out a long breath before he said, “I knew who the enemy was, and I knew what he wanted.”
“What enemies do you have here?” The question was out of my mouth before I really thought about it.
“Go to sleep, Isabel.” He started to reach for the lamp.
Damn it. I knew better than to push on these issues.
“Wait. Two more questions and I promise they are simple.” I pushed my body into his so he felt my breasts on his side and chest.
He dropped his hand and looked at the ceiling. “What?”
“If Rem is your road name, what is your real name?”
He looked back at me. “Jacob.”
I couldn’t help myself. “Can I call you Jacob?”
He cupped my head and brought me down for a kiss. Then he pushed me on to my back and pushed open my thighs. “Only when I’m inside you.”
“Jacob,” I whispered.