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  The message in her eyes is clear; she’s more than open to suggestions and from the way she’s been eying me and Gabe both I’m thinking she’d be all too happy if that suggestion came back as two dicks ready to pleasure her too eager body.

  I flick her a dismissive glance and train my eyes on the dance floor, my gaze scanning the area of writhing, sweaty bodies before finding my woman where she’s currently grinding and gyrating to the dark beat of what sounds like Meatloaf remixed.

  Jesus she’s gorgeous. That dress almost had me stalking my way through the crowd of salivating idiots to get to her. I had the almost feral urge to bend her over my arm and kiss her, ravage her mouth in such a way that all and sundry would have no doubt that my girl is not free and that my claim has most definitely been staked.

  The only thing stopping me had been the utter excitement on her face as she scampered to the bar and ordered a drink before turning to survey the crowd with a gleam of curiosity.

  And I’d recalled my resolution to give her the time she needs to get this all out of her system.

  I’d been pissed at first, angry at not getting my way in this as easily as I get everything else, before I sat down and really gave it some thought. I’d been shamed when the liquor had relaxed me enough to actually consider what she was saying and so annoyed at myself I’d almost finished the bottle while I sat and mapped out a new course for myself.

  Remy needs this time to let loose and shake off the bonds that shackled her for over a decade, time that I never once considered because as usual I was only thinking of what I wanted instead of considering that she’s been trapped in a colourless void where people moved her around like a plastic Barbie doll.

  Of course she would be gunshy about taking the leap with me. I’m a controlling bastard, and arrogant besides, and while I will do everything in my power to make her happy, I will never allow her the opportunity to do anything I consider harmful to herself and we both know it.

  So yeah, her reticence about committing and moving in with me is understandable. To a degree.

  So I’ve decided to give her space and time to see what she missed, to a point, since I’m still me and never changing, and content for the moment to watch her break free of the restrictions.

  And then I will of course grab her right back up and claim the living shit out of her because as much as I hate to admit it, I am an acquiring bastard who already sees that beautiful woman as mine.

  “Go down there already.”

  I shake my head at Gabe and take another drink of Goose, enjoying the mellow burn as the alcohol slides down my throat and settles warmly in my gut.

  “No, she wants to dance and party and no way will that happen if I’m looming over her like a rabid dog.”

  But Jesus I want to.

  A stocky guy, shorter than me by at least a foot, sidles closer to Remy where she’s leaning against the bar, laughing with Liv and I have to force myself not to move when he bends down close and whispers into her ear, his body language so obvious I feel the overwhelming need to beat him to a pulp for daring to breathe on what is mine. I leave him breathing only because Rem takes a subtle step back and shakes her head kindly before turning away to laugh at something Liv says.

  Good, one less fucker to put in the ground, I snarl silently, throwing my drink back and signalling for another.

  “You’re gonna lose your girl to one of those bozos down there if you don’t do something.” Gabe warns, though I’m not sure if he’s upset about Remy being hit on so consistently or the fact that Liv is decked out in a pink, strapless dress that looks like a tutu and is complimented by pink heels sporting ribbons that wrap her legs from ankle to just below the knee.

  Her outfit screams sexy and available and I swear the guy is almost feral with lust and pulsing anger the longer he’s forced to sit here and watch every swinging dick come on to her.

  I’d tried to set up a date for the guy but he’d refused so he can just sit here and suffer as far as I’m concerned.

  I’m still silently chuckling at his annoyance when I see a blonde sidle up to the pair and lean down, his mouth pulled wide in a suggestive smile. He leans in and says something to Rem before taking her hand and pulling her onto the crowded dance floor.

  “Fuck.”

  Well, I tried.

  “About fucking time.” Gabe mutters, coming to his feet with a surge of repressed power and following me as I pound down the stairs and throw myself into the mass of overzealous bodies.

  I’m a lot taller than most and it takes me a matter of seconds to peer over the heads of those on the dancefloor before I spot Remy and the dead fucker who not only has hands on my girl, but also seems to be flirting shamelessly with her.

  He says something and she throws her head back and laughs, the sound lost to me but no less painful when I see him smile back and pull her closer into his body, his hands locking at the small of her back, in that place where only my hands belong.

  “You go get your girl. I’ll…get the friend in case she won’t leave without her.”

  I snort but nod, feeling the urge to smile despite my fury because that man is sure as hell as gone and lost as I am. Gabe may be sporting a tree stuck up his arse but the man is not to be underestimated.

  There are those of us in the world who are dominant and down right lethal to cross when we consider something ours and I have no doubt in my mind that Gabe took one look at the imp in a pink tutu and had that same wild need to stake his claim.

  Poor Liv doesn’t stand a chance.

  I cut through the crowd with ease, something on my face alerting them to the fact that I am pissed and dangerous. The bodies part like the Red Sea, opening up a path that gives me clear access to my prey and the walking corpse who’s unaware of his fate.

  When he leans down and sniffs at her, taking in the scent that belongs to me, the scent I have yet to wash off my sheets I feel a feral growl rumble through my chest.

  Dead. Definitely dead.

  I make it to them in what feels like two strides and grab the hand inching its way to her ass, squeezing hard enough that I feel bone crunch and hear his pain filled cry a second before he stumbles back and lets her go.

  Remy, unaware of my presence till now, frowns at his defection and turns sharply, her grey eyes widening when her eyes meet mine and she sees the absolute fury I do nothing to mask.

  “Chase!”

  “Hey man, what gives?” the idiot barks, cradling his hand which I am pleased to say is sporting at least one broken finger.

  “Touch her again and I’ll rip your fucking hands off.”

  The guy swallows and looks like he’s about to argue before taking a closer look at my eyes. Yeah fucker, take a good look and see the fate I have in store for you if you don’t bugger off.

  He swallows again and turns without so much as I nod, leaving me alone with a now scowling, very angry Remy.

  “What the hell are you doing!”

  I almost choke on a laugh when her words come out in a husky slur and she weaves in place, her eyes blinking rapidly as if she’s having trouble keeping them open.

  Instead of answering I grab her hand and start pulling her behind me, ignoring her struggles and the fingernails that bite into the flesh of my wrist.

  I don’t stop till I reach a long corridor reserved for staff and find a door. Turns out to be a supply closet for glasses and other odds and ends. I pull her in and slam the door, pushing her up against it and pinning her with my body.

  As we make contact I feel the anger and fear that’s been dogging me slip away, replaced by an almost instantaneous erection at the feel of her heat and the scent of apples that fill the air.

  “Did you enjoy having his hands all over you?” I growl, grabbing her pounding fists and pinning them to the door beside her head.

  With my hands engaged I am forced to rely on my hips to keep her pinned, but hey, no complaints as she squirms and bumps at me to get free, her movements serving only to drive h
er mound into my raging dick.

  “Answer me babe. Did you enjoy having his hands all over you?” I hiss, shoving my dick harder into her, almost losing my train of thought when she moans at the contact and bites at her bottom lip.

  “I watched him touching what is mine Rem. I saw the way he ever so slowly inched his hands down. He wanted to touch this ass babe.”

  The recollection makes my blood pound and I let loose and give into the need to free my possessive beast and take her, no longer caring for the idea of giving her a little freedom.

  When she whimpers and bites at her lip I drop her hands and cup her face roughly, slamming my moth down on hers in a kiss rife with hunger, possession and the need to prove to her that I am and always will be everything she needs.

  She responds just as I hope, opening her mouth and kissing me back, her tongue and teeth grinding over mine, seeking, tasting, demanding satisfaction.

  Her dress slips, gliding its way down between us to pool at her feet and I realize that I’ve unzipped her and that I’m attacking her clothes like a mad man. The bra lets out a groan and surrenders to my forceful grip and I attack her thong with the same urgency, and pocket nothing more than a wet shred of fabric.

  “I’m going to fuck you so hard you’ll never forget who you belong to.” I growl, smiling in satisfaction when all she does is moan and pulls my head back down to hers.

  I respond by releasing my raging cock, hoisting her up and slamming into her without a though to her readiness. She screams and bites my lip, her sex contracting so strongly around my girth my eyes roll back in my head.

  And then I smile. Because she is wet and ready, her moans and tightening grip on my dick telling me exactly what I need to know. She wants me.

  “This is mine. Only mine.” I yell, fucking into her hard enough that the door shakes with every forceful thrust.

  Anyone walking on the other side will hear it and know what’s happening, know that I’m fucking my woman to within an inch of her life. They’ll also know that I’m doing a bloody good job because Remy is screaming and moaning with every thrust, her little fist pounding at the wood every time I bottom out and hit her so high I feel her cervix kiss the crown.

  “Tell me.” I demand, keeping up a hard, fast rhythm that makes my legs shake with the need to give in as my balls draw up and beg for release.

  She shakes her head no and I snarl, increasing my pace.

  “Say it.”

  “Yours!” she screams, bringing her hands up to grab at my head as the contractions of her orgasm grasp at me.

  Her nails dig deep and she slams her mouth down on mine, screaming and clawing at the intensity if her climax.

  I let go and give her my pleasure, my dick spewing into her in hard bursts. The pleasure is so intense I come up on my toes, plunging deeper with every burst, coming so hard I feel my balls empty and groan in surrender.

  By the time I’m done, I’m so replete I have to lock my knees to keep us both from falling.

  “We clear babe?” I ask, sucking a hickey into her neck as she nods her head and peers down at me with lust drunk aqua eyes.

  I smile for the first time in six days and feel myself click back into place.

  Remy is mine, I know it, she knows it and by the time we walk out of this club with my come streaking her thighs and my marks covering her neck, every limp dick will know it too.

  Chapter 12

  Remy

  “He won’t leave me alone!”

  I roll my eyes at Liv and keep packing my overnight bag as she flops down on the sofa and blows out a frustrated breath that I won’t point out sounds just as breathy as it does put out.

  After that hot, scorching, molten lava scale episode in that closet at the club I’d been so boneless with satisfaction and drunk on both alcohol and simmering lust, I’d allowed Chase to drag me out and into his car, wanting nothing more than to go home with him and take a nap before starting all over again.

  He’d been so smug and satisfied that I didn’t have the heart to tell him that I think Trav is either gay or very interested in someone else. Instead of arguing and letting him know how not impressed I am with his recent behaviour I’d let him screw me clear through that door and well into the early hours of Saturday morning, revelling in the lust and pure decadence that is Chase Marshall when he’s pissed and intent on proving a point.

  I get it. He’s a sex god who won’t hesitate to use that magnificent body to show me exactly why I now belong to him completely. And belong I do, I was forced to admit, because when the lust and need had finally abated and we’d been wrapped around each other I’d finally felt safe, content, at peace for the first time since he let me walk out of his house.

  I get it. While I may not be ready for everything that being with him entails, I am also not ready to even contemplate a new beginning without him in it.

  Seems that in the short time I’ve been with him the man has effectively wangled his way into my very essence an now that he’s there I don’t think he’ll ever willingly leave.

  Fine by me since I literally need him with every breath that I take.

  “Are you listening!” Liv yells, glaring at my soft smile and dreamy look. “This is somehow all your fault. Gabriel Stevens will not leave me alone.”

  I laugh at her hysterics and zip my bag before flopping down beside her and staring at the ceiling.

  “He’s hot though.”

  “Yeah, but he’s so hot and heavy and just…intense Rem. We had sex one time and the guy started talking about clearing closet space for when I move in!” she shrieks, jackknifing to her feet to start the pacing that marks exactly how agitated she is.

  Liv for all her girly goodness and downright traditional views is a commitment phobe of note. The longest she’s been in a relationship is three weeks because as she continuously says ‘men need to be cut loose before they cut you’.

  I personally think she must be very taken with the Mr Stevens if she’s getting this agitated about a guy. Her last relationship ended with her sending a text that said ‘Sayonara bitch’, all because the poor man had wanted to take her on a weekend trip.

  According to Liv a guy who’s willing to invest that soon into a relationship is stalker material and not someone you want biting at that hook.

  Her views on relationships are a direct result of her one failed committed relationship with a guy named Joe, who she’d caught banging the delivery guy after they’d eaten pizza he’d paid for with her money.

  Liv no longer does pizza or guys who look like they’re interested in more than one or two mutually satisfying hook-ups. I have an idea that that is about to change though, no matter how hard she fights it.

  Gabriel, Chase warned, is a man as passionate about what he wants as Chase is and if that’s any way to measure I’m pretty pleased to assume that Liv’s days of one and done are a thing of the past.

  She’s gonna fight it though, hard and I just hope Gabe has the patience to reel her in with the love and care a complicated creature like Liv needs.

  “Why don’t you just relax and go with the flow Liv? Gabe is a great guy who obviously adores you.”

  She snorts and I stifle a giggle at her dirty look.

  “He bought me a freaking car! A car! I did him once and he thinks he can start buying me things.”

  “Maybe he doesn’t want you driving around in you heap. It’s a heap Liv.” I point out reasonably, trying not to laugh when she throws her hands in the air and glares daggers at me.

  “It’s weird! Who buys a car for a one night hookup?”

  A guy who means business, I think silently, enjoying her ranting for a few more minutes before standing to take her shoulders gently.

  “I know you’re scared, believe me I do. Chase is also just as intense, if not more so, and seems to want to move this relationship to levels I’m not sure I’m ready for, but I adore him and I’m willing to bet that he’s the best thing that’s happened to me. Fear or not. I’m taking
the leap. Give it a chance Liv. Who knows, Gabe could be your Mr Right.”

  She snorts at that and grabs her own overnight bag and locks up before following me to the elevator.

  “Fine, but if he gets any weirder I’m cutting him loose.”

  “Fine, now chin up girl, we’re going on a two day vacation to freaking Bali!”

  She gives me a hell yeah and high five as the doors open and we make our way outside into the crisp winter air, our breaths fogging with the sudden cold front that’s hit Washington almost overnight.

  Chase, the wonderful man, a man I think I may just love, time or no time limits, has arranged an impromptu weekend trip for us, saying that he’s dying to see me in a bikini and frolicking in the ocean.

  You think I’m complaining? I freaking hate the cold and since I’ve never even been out of state I’m pretty darned psyched about having a weekend of fun and sun with my very sexy guy.

  Liv’s invited because as he says, ‘the knuckleheads need all the help they can get’ and he’s sick of having to deal with Gabe’s ranting every time Liv ignores his calls.

  I’m just glad I don’t have to leave Liv alone in the apartment after the creepy calls I’ve been getting. Four days of that shit has me on edge and while I’m pretty sure it’s just another pissed off crackhead who’s annoyed that I’d filed a request to have their kids removed from their care and placed in homes or a temporary foster home, I’m a little leery to leave her to deal with that alone.

  The one time it happened before, Brain had yelled at me for forcing him to hire security till the cops got the situation under control. Scary and totally weird-yeah my job can be dangerous with some of the charming human beings I get to see every day-but it’s not at a point that I find it necessary to tell Chase.

  The police have been informed and I’m pretty confident that they’ll put a stop to it so I intend to keep mum and just enjoy this weekend.

  “Bali, Bali, Bali!” Liv chants, doing a jig as I click the alarm to release the lock and we tumble into the car. “Oh man! I am so excited.”