CHAPTER TWENTY-EIGHT
Tatum
The clubhouse is noisy, but as I sit in Remy’s room, waiting on him, I relish the quiet. I don’t know what he’s doing, but I know whatever it is, it’s in my honor and possibly for his sanity.
I asked my dad hours ago when Remy would be back, but he wouldn’t tell me. That makes me nervous. Remy isn’t a hard man, not until he’s backed into a corner, and then he fights like a wounded dog.
The doorknob turns, and I stand up from where I’ve been sitting, my gaze taking in the man I’ve been thinking about.
“Are you okay?” I ask as I take in Remy’s appearance. I’ve never seen him look so disheveled. Never seen him with blood on his knuckles or the red stains on his clothing.
“Better than I’ve been in a while. They won’t be back. Ever again.” He sighs, but his shoulders aren’t slumped. They aren’t hunched over at all; he’s standing straight and tall, looking like he’s ready to take on the world.
I don’t ask him what that means. I don’t want him to lie to me, but I also don’t necessarily want to know the truth either. He warned me about the darkness within him, but I never saw it. Not until I was in danger, but there’s something I know too – he’ll never hurt me. If anything, it’s shown me he has a grip on it that won’t be challenged. Even if it is, he’ll hang onto it for me. I’ll never be in danger from him.
“I thought you were dead.” He closes the distance between us. “When I saw your SUV, I thought you were dead and I wanted to murder them with my bare hands. Now I want to make sure you’re alive, Tate.” His eyes burn as they meet mine.
Arousal blooms out of the adrenaline we’ve both been living off of for hours. “Make me feel alive,” I beg him, as he lifts me up by my ass, walking us to the nearest wall.
His hands move to his belt buckle, unlatching and pushing everything down just far enough to get his cock out. Quickly, he unhooks one of my legs to push down the leggings I have on far enough so that he can rip them down the middle. Panties go the same way, before he cups my ass again, pulling me around his middle.
“What about a condom?” I dig my fingers into is cut, not really caring, but knowing it’s something he’s very careful with.
“I’ll fuckin’ pull out, can’t wait any longer. I just need to fuck you.”
And with that he does, pushing his hard length into my body. I wrap my legs tighter around him, trying to help with the push and pull of the rhythm, but it’s hard pressed against the wall. When I realize all I’m doing is frustrating us both, I stop and let him do all the work.
He buries his head in my chest, thrusting into me like a man possessed, and I take it, revel in it, love every bit of it, because he’s not holding back. He needs to fuck, and I’m here to give him what he needs. I’m finally mature enough in his eyes to be the woman he craves in every situation. And I’m not going to lie, having his singular focus on me is hot as hell. He lifts his head, jaw clenched as he leans in, owning my mouth as he continues to work my pussy. This is rough, hard, and not at all sweet like the man who’s captured my heart, but I know this is just another facet of him, another chink in the armor he’s placed around his heart coming down.
He grips my hips, thrusting deeply, and on the withdraw he grazes my clit, causing shockwaves to flow through my body. Doing something I haven’t done in a long time, I reach down with one of my hands and rub the flesh, wanting to go with him whenever he does.
“Yes, babe, work it for me. Come with me.”
And when he withdraws completely, jerking his cock in his hand, spilling himself against my hand that’s pushing me to one of the quickest orgasms I’ve ever had, I know I’ve met my match and he’s met his.
*
We lie together later in the low light of the room, just enjoying each other’s company. Thanking our lucky stars that we were able to make it back to each other today.
“You know what I’ve missed more than anything?” he questions, kissing me with his split lip.
“What’s that?”
“Our poems. Somehow they got lost in the shuffle.”
I grin up at him, burying my head in his chest. “You got one for me?”
He clears his throat, but it’s still raspy and gravely – exactly the way I like it.
Your love, it fits me like a glove.
Never thought I deserved it.
Not until I took a hit.
Now you’re a part of my life.
One day Tatum Walker. I’ll make you my wife.
There are tears in my eyes as he leans down, kissing me softly. “Not anytime soon because you’re young, but in the next few years.” He inhales deeply. “We’ll do it right.”
Not wanting to be outdone, I recite my own poem.
When you get down on your knee and ask the question you know will impress.
My answer will without a doubt, be a resounding yes.
He throws his head back, laughing loudly.
“That was really good for you to come up with on the fly. Much better than rhyming lips with sips.”
“Don’t make fun of me.” I grab hold of what little fat he has around his stomach, pulling tightly.
“Ouch, stop pinching me!” He grumbles, good-naturedly as he puts his hand over top of mine. “I do have a question to ask you though.”
“What’s that?”
He rolls over on top of me, bringing our gaze level with one another. “Come to breakfast tomorrow with me and Harper?”
“Oh my God, Remy, I’ve heard about breakfast with Harper.”
He nods, acknowledging my shock. “It’s a big deal, and I want you there with me.”
“Then there’s no place I’d rather be,” I say, wrapping my arms around his neck and snuggling in close.
Returning my embrace, Remy deeply inhales and speaks softly as he nuzzles my hair. “I can agree that there’s no place I’d rather be, either.”