RR&R 01 Real (30 page)
see
him without wanting to jump his sexy bones. Remy is made to advertise everything that is manly, muscular, and sexy. I think that’s where a lot of his millions have come from. Advertising boxing gloves, some whip-fast jump rope, a sports drink, and a brand of sexy, tight, white boxer briefs.
Tonight we’re both naked and deliciously entangled, and my sexy blue-eyed lion now seems content to have petted me for a long while, until I feel groomed down to my bones.
He’s pinned me to his side while his head rests on the bed headboard, and I notice one of his long, thick legs restlessly moves under the sheets. He doesn’t seem even the least bit tired.
Are you getting … speedy?” I ask groggily, turning in his arms, hating that I’m now also using the term.
“
I'm just thinking.” Smiling to comfort me, he plants a soft kiss on my lips. “But if I ever get out of hand with you ...” He reaches into his laptop carry case, which is on the nightstand, and retrieves a syringe with a clear liquid. He hands it to me with the cap on.
It’s just to make sure I don't hurt you.”
“
You’d never hurt me.”
He groans and rakes his free hand through his damp hair, pulling in frustration. “I
can
. I can very well get crazy over you.”
“
You won’t.”
“
You don’t know how you make me feel! I…” He snaps his mouth shut and a muscle jumps restlessly in his jaw as he clenches. “I get jealous, Brooke, when I'm normal,” he says, his expression fiercely bleak. “I don’t want to know what I’m going to do when I'm black. I get jealous of Pete, of Riley, of your friend, of anyone who gets to spend time with you. I'm even jealous of me.”
“
What?”
“
I'm jealous of being with you and not remembering what I did to you. What you said to me.”
He’s still restless.
Come here, Rem.” Taking the syringe, I set it carefully on the nightstand on his side, then I pull his head down to my chest and kiss his forehead as I massage the back of his neck with strong, nimble fingers. He groans and plops his face down on my breasts, instantly relaxed.
“
Thanks for bringing her up,” I whisper, into his hair.
“
I can bring up your parents. Do you want me to?” He sounds sober when he asks, nuzzling my bare puckered nipple.
“
No,” I laugh.
Your sister.” He seems entranced with my nipple, looking at it and rubbing a thumb over it as I keep working on his nape. “I’m going to get her back to you, Brooke.”
He stays in my arms for a bit, but when my hands start slacking and I’m dozing off, he gets up.
Come sleep with me,” I thickly whimper. “Don’t get up.”
You’re going to hurt your eyes,” I complain.
“
Shhh, Mother, I’ve just lowered the glare.”
Did Pete tell you your parents went looking for you?” I ask.
“
Yeah. I sent them some money. That’s what they want.”
That’s what they say. They never wanted to see me until my face was public.”
“
That’s a shame on them.” I feel instantly protective and don’t want him to feel bad, so I tenderly cup his jaw. “It’s such a handsome face.”
I frown. “Remy.”
Sorry.” He kisses the spot where the drop fell and licks it up, and I groan in unbidden desire.
Remington…” I murmur in a question, my voice groggy but already thickened with arousal.
Hmm, that’s what I was hoping for.
“
This is so exciting, top-of-the-line seats. Either you give one hell of a BJ, or the guy’s definitely in love with you,” Melanie decrees as we sit in the first row center seats of the Chicago Underground.
“
Well I haven’t gotten to the bee-jay part since the actual penetration is so exciting, you know?” I tell Mel, but suddenly all I have in my mind is BJ. Giving the man I love a delicious, whopping BJ that will make him love me forever.
No! I’m actually honestly—no sarcasm here—admitting to my best friend that I’m eager to give my guy my first ever bee-jay as soon as I can manage to take my mouth off his delicious lips.”
My smile suddenly fades, and so does my voice. “Please stop saying the L word, it only makes my stomach clench.”
Love. You love Remington. Remington loves you,” Mel taunts.
“
Here, girl.” With a playful glare, I hand her a piece of bubblegum I stole from Pete. “Put that in your mouth, will you? It’s made of glue and it will seal your trap together. Now tell me if you spot Nora anywhere.”
“
I see her at three o’clock.”
My frame tenses when I see her. It’s Nora. In a deep, innermost part of me, I’d hoped it had been a nightmare, and that the chick with the blood-red hair, the pale face, and the black scorpion tattoo had been someone else. But no.
It is. Nora.
This sad-looking waif of a girl.
And I have to save her from herself.
As Nora takes her seat across the ring from us, I clench Melanie’s arm and shove a little paper I’d been clutching into her palm. “Okay, you need to take her this, very discreetly, so those big types near her don’t really notice the exchange.”
Gotcha.” Melanie flicks her ponytail and walks around to the other side of the ring. Nora hasn’t seen me, I think, but tenses when she spots Melanie. Mel walks by, all flirty and bimbo-like, when she stumbles with one of the men, then bends to apologize to Nora and pats her hands as if saying
there, there, no harm done
, and then she’s heading back to her seat beside me.
Done,” Melanie says, and when Nora lifts her head, she sees me, her hazel eyes flaring slightly, and I exhale a long breathe of gratitude that at least she isn’t running away. When our stares hold for several seconds, I smile at her, just so she knows that I want to see her in “friendly” mode. She smiles back, barely, almost shakily, and then tears her eyes free as the presenter begins. My chest swells with even more determination to save my baby sister, and suddenly I can’t wait for it to be tomorrow. I just pray she’ll come.
“
And nooow, ladies and gentlemen…”
“
He’s coming out.” Melanie squeezes me.
Kill. Me.
But I thankfully manage a smile. Boy, I’m so bursting with excitement, I can definitely smile back at him from my seat.
The fight begins, and I sit drooling next to Melanie watching those arms with the vine tattoo where his shoulders and biceps meet flex out to strike his opponents. His strength, his footwork, his speed, mesmerize me.
Melanie shouts to him all the things I want to tell him and more, delighting me. “Kill him, Remington! Yes! Yes! Omigod, you’re a god!”
Laughing with pure joy, I hug her. “Oh, Mel,” I sigh, then I whisper in mischief, “Tell him he’s hot.”
Why don’t
you,
little chicken?” She narrows her eyes and shoulders me. “You little nugget,
tell him
!”
“
I can’t. I can never seem to shout in a crowd. I was the one usually shouted
at
,” I admit, shouldering her back. “And I feel like my voice will distract him. Come on! Tell him from me. Tell him he’s so hot.”
Melanie
!” Shocked, I slap a hand over her mouth and shove her back down to her seat, but the crowd is so noisy today, I’m almost sure he didn’t hear. “Have another gum, Mel,” I say, glaring darkly at her. “And I’ll have your word you’re not saying that again, Melanie.”
“
Oh all right, I’ll just tell him he’s so hot and all that.”
