Total pages in book: 121
Estimated words: 112069 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 560(@200wpm)___ 448(@250wpm)___ 374(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 112069 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 560(@200wpm)___ 448(@250wpm)___ 374(@300wpm)
Empty except for a short note sitting on my bed. I recognized Con's handwriting.
See you at breakfast. Enjoy your reprieve until then. –C
Busybodies.
Each and every one of them.
I smiled and put the note on my nightstand. I knew I needed to shower because I could smell Remy's cum all over me. Not to mention my own. But I was reluctant to wash his scent away.
I was in the process of taking my shirt off when there was a knock at my door.
"Are you fucking serious—" I began to say when I yanked the door open, fully expecting one or more of my brothers to be there. Remy’s startled expression greeted me.
"Sorry, I just wanted to," he began as he held out my jacket. His face was red and he quickly turned on his heel. "Sorry."
I grabbed him before he could even make it five steps. "No way. I thought you were one of—" I started to say and then realized I didn't care. He was there.
He was there.
I captured his mouth with mine, swallowing the sound he made as I wrapped my arms around him. His arms went around my neck and when I lifted him a little, he actually slung his legs around my lower half as best he could. I pressed him back against the wall and kissed him deeply. By the time we both came up for air, we were panting.
"That was what I should've done a few minutes ago," I said.
"I didn't really come here to give you your jacket," Remy said. He brushed a kiss over my mouth. Whatever tension had been between us before seemed to have completely disappeared because he added, “Thank you for the perfect night, Luca."
"Stay with me tonight, Remy," was my response. "Just to sleep," I quickly added.
To my surprise, he didn't even hesitate to nod his head. I kissed him again and then awkwardly stumbled into my room with him still wrapped around me. I managed to shut the door without releasing him and then pressed him to it so I could make out with him a little more. As much as I wanted him, I knew he wasn't ready for more. And in a way, I wasn't either. The idea that I would be the first man Remy had ever been with that he wanted to be with was daunting. No, he wasn't a virgin, but he might as well have been. He’d only ever been exposed to the ugliness of sex. And I didn't want to just have sex with Remy… I wanted more, and that was part of the problem too.
"I was just going to shower," I said against his mouth. "Do you want to shower first? Or… we could conserve water and shower together," I offered with a grin.
Remy was clearly aroused again because he nodded quickly and said, "That. We should do our part to save the planet." Since his hands were all over me and he was trying to grind our groins together, I had a feeling the planet was the last thing on his mind.
And I was just fine with that.
Chapter Twenty-Five
Remy
"Armani, Luca? Really?" I heard someone say as the door to Luca’s room opened. I probably wouldn't have even heard the man's voice if I hadn't already been awake. I'd actually been awake for hours just reveling in the feeling of Luca’s arms around me. Oh, yeah, and replaying every moment of the night before over and over in my head.
Some I couldn't believe I'd done. Like let Luca make me come in the car like that. Or how I'd gone to his room with the excuse of returning his jacket because I hadn't been ready to say good night to him yet.
Some, I couldn't believe he’d done. Like worshiping my body from the moment we’d stepped in the shower until the moment I’d fallen asleep in his arms. He’d touched every part of me, every scar, every track mark. He’d done it with his fingers as well as his mouth. With his words, he’d told me how beautiful everything about me was. It had been highly intimate, of course, but it hadn’t led to sex. It had just been him exploring my body like I was some piece of treasured art.
I’d loved our first date, but the night spent in his bed would go down as the best night of my entire life.
Hands down.
And watching him sleep these past couple of hours would probably be the second-best experience of my life.
Because I’d gotten to see the real Luca, the one who didn't have to worry about always taking care of others or wondering if his child would ever come back to him or needing to behave like the cold, distant man he was expected to be. For those few hours, he'd been mine.