8- Remy
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Poor Wolf, he never stood a chance. It was why when he uncuffed me and began apologizing like the sweet little soul he is, I slammed my forehead— I’ve been told I have a boulder skull by a lot of people— on his and he passed out.
I also stole Decker’s bike and lighter because the f**k, I could.
Why would I want a girl that keeps running laps around me like a b***h in heat?
“What a f*****g ass,” I took a drag from my cigarette, looking to my left and right.
His bike had ran out of juice, and I was too f*****g mad to call him, but I knew I didn’t have to. He’s probably already on his way, cursing the s**t out of me, maybe even—
“I don’t usually meet people on the way here,”
I looked forward. The car parking right next to me had come so f*****g quietly my heart did a jumpstart. And of course, the one time I don’t have Betsy with me, this happens. “Keep on moving, Slugger. Not a hooker,”
“I figured,” The voice was British— no one here was f*****g British. And now that I was looking at him, I was even more confused. He was Asian, with a smile on his face and a white shirt and pants— and was still in his car, smiling at me from the door. “Don’t worry, I’m not walking out or calling you in,”
“So what? You’re gonna creep and stare at me?” I raised an eyebrow and blew out more smoke. “Are you jerking off to me? Cause that’s gonna cost ya,”
He laughed. “I thought you weren’t a hooker?”
I shrugged. “I’m whatever I gotta be when I wanna be,”
“Fair enough,” He smiled at me. He was… ridiculously handsome. There was still that spark in his eyes that made me squint, like he’s never suffered a day in his life. And that jawline… “But I’m not jerking off. Promise.”
“Disappointing,”
He leaned back. His neck was out now. I could see his Adam apple bop up and down. He didn’t have tattoos and his skin was as clean as pearls. “Would your day be better if I was then?”
I stilled. “I’m having a really f*****g terrific day actually,”
He chuckled in that way I was beginning to hate. “Your makeup is runny and you’re looking like you’re about to blow up the world with yourself in it,”
“You just called me ugly,”
“I wouldn’t dare.”
“And for your information, this is how I look on a regular day,” Smoke poured out of my nose and mouth. He was still staring at me, his eyes having that soft smile like I was the most magnificent thing he’d ever seen. “Would you though?”
“Would I what?”
“Jerk off to me.”
“What makes you think I’m not already right now?”
A slow grin spread across my face despite myself. “You’re such a f*****g weirdo,”
“Yeah, I get that a lot,”
I looked over at his car. “So an Aston Martin db12 in these parts? You’re literally begging to be robbed at this point,”
“Yeah? You’re familiar with these parts?”
Oh. Of course he didn’t know. And the fact that he didn’t know me wasn’t usually a good thing. “Maybe too familiar. Are you gonna invite me into your car so I can help you out of this road? It’s probably not gonna be safe after a few corners,”
He smirked. “You sound like a serial killer,”
“You’re probably the serial killer,”
“I’m not the one inviting you to my car, am I? You want the car since your bike’s dead,”
I laughed and flicked my cigarette. “Yeah, you’re right. I want your flashy statement piece so everyone puts a mark on my head, and when I get to where I’m going, I drive into a ditch and leave you stranded here with your overpriced watch and charming accent,”
“You could take me with you. Keep me as bait,”
I stood from the motorcycle and walked to him. I leaned into his window, the scent of cologne hitting me sharp in my face. “Ever gone to a hospital for a psych consult? I think you’re unwell,”
He grinned this time. “And so are you.”
I heard the sharp sound of tires roughly kissing the asphalt ground next. My head perked up, my heart already falling to the floor as Decker barely even parked his car right before he began storming to me.
He was mad mad. “I can explain—”
He didn’t want an explanation. His hand suddenly grabbed my wrist, tugging me forward like I was nothing. Again. I tried to pull it off but he just kept tugging. “I swear to hell, I’m going to hurt you—”
“Kane. You should handle her with more care. I don’t like my things roughened up by someone else,”
Decker froze. His grip on my wrist tightened to the point of pain, but he didn't turn around. His whole body went rigid. “You’ve got to be f*****g kidding me,”
I looked past my shoulder to stare at the British man that was now out of his car, his eyes burning with amusement as he waved at me before I turned back to Decker. “You know that weirdo?”
Decker sent me a look then turned, positioning himself between the stranger and I. “Benson.”
My blood went cold. Benson? What other f*****g could—?
“Mhm. I don’t like you saying that. It was supposed to be a little game between Remy and I,”
Decker let out a small
“You’re on Iron Clad territory,”
“We’ll be family soon,” He sounded so f*****g certain. “And when we are—”
I finally got out of Decker’s grasp and walked in front of him, pointing a finger at Blake, “I don’t f*****g know—”
“Blake Benson, at your service,” He still sounded so preppy and British it felt almost insulting. He took his hand out. “And you do know me since you were offering me the opportunity of showing you my dick.”
Decker didn’t just f*****g what that. “You little s**t, that’s not what I said—!”
A hand clamped over my mouth— Decker’s— and he pulled me into his chest. “Be on your merry way, Snake,”
“Hmm. Alright,” He hummed it softly then let his eyes fall to me. “I’ll see you soon, hatchling,” And then he was gone.
In one swift moment, he swooped me from the floor and put me over his shoulder. “Wanted to see his d**k, huh?”
“Is that all you f*****g took from it?! And drop me—”
Pain slammed through me from my ass as he spanked me. I bit down on my lower lip as a flash of delicious pleasure set lightning to my p***y. “Talk one more time or I’m dropping you.”
“Sorry, Sir,” He put me in the passenger seat, turned to the driver’s and sat. I felt breathless, my eyes going to his d**k. He was hard again. “I can suck you off before we leave,”
He put the car in drive. “Yeah, like you almost sucked him off?”
I frowned. “If you’re gonna be a sore loser, you’re not getting anything,”
He only paid me a glance that sent me shivers down my spine before he said, “Oh, I’m getting something,”
And drove us back to the cabin.
My p***y sang a gospel song all the way home.
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