She turned to face us and pulled rrick in for a hug. "Hey, Finch."
"Hey, Jazz. Have you t Remington?"
"Once," she said with a smile.
"The Children’s Hospital benefit, right?"
She nodded. "Exactly. Such a weird night."
I chuckled. "Right?"
rrick raised an eyebrow in question and I squeezed his hand. I’d fill him in later.
"But I also saw you dance at school one year," Jasmine said. "You were amazing."
"Oh, thanks."
"Gonna show Remi around," rrick said, and Alamo gave him a chin lift as rrick led out of the main room and upstairs.
"Explain how a charity dinner can be weird," rrick said, as he pushed open a door and stepped back.
I walked inside and smiled. "The chairman’s wife, who was sixty-two at the ti, got wasted drunk and gave a speech accusing several of the won in the room of ’fucking’ her man. Jasmine’s dad had to virtually carry her off the stage."
"Holy shit."
"Exactly. They stayed together, though. Because, you know, it would look bad if they divorced."
rrick chuckled. "Rich people are fuckin’ weird."
I nodded. "Definitely."
"I was referring to you."
"Like hell you were. I’m not rich."
rrick laughed. "Yeah, you are. I didn’t realize how rich until I got your money back, but you’re definitely rich."
"Wait, what?"
"We got your money back."
"How?"
"Can’t tell you that."
"Why not? It’s my money."
"Club business." He pulled out his wallet and handed a card. "This has all your new banking information. We moved it so your parents couldn’t find it."
"Oh my god, are you serious?" I whispered.
"Yeah."
"Why?"
"Not gonna dignify that with a response," he said, and opened the mini fridge by the window, pulling out a beer.
"rrick, please. Why would you do that? I’ve been a total bitch to you."
"Again. Not gonna digni—"
I let out a frustrated groan.
He held his arm out. "Co here."
"Did you do this because you felt so weird obligation—"
He waved his hand. "Co here, Rem."
"I—"
"Swear to Christ, woman, you don’t get your ass over here so I can hold you, I’m gonna turn you over my knee."
I swallowed.
"Remi," he growled.
"I’m not sure which one I want more," I admitted and found my mouth covered with his.
I touched my tongue to his and wrapped my arms around his waist before breaking the kiss and eting his eyes. "I’m really sorry, rr."
"Accepted. You wanna talk now or fuck?"
"Fuck," I breathed out. "Definitely fuck."
He grinned. "I was hoping you’d say that."
Setting the beer on the windowsill, he lifted and dropped gently onto the bed, crawling up my body to kiss before unzipping my jeans. "So fucking beautiful, Remington."
"Back atya, Tweety."
"You in this?"
I nodded.
"Need to hear the words, Rem. Figured out a little later than I should that if I don’t hear the words, you’re not making a deal."
I bit back a smile. "I’m in this, rrick Lundy, AKA Tweety, AKA Big Bird, AKA Toucan Sam. I won’t run again. I promise...Hei Hei."
"You done?"
"Yep...Chicken Little...AKA Scrooge McDuck."
He dropped his head to my chest and his shoulders shook as he laughed. "Fuck, Rem."
"Yes, please, Foghorn...show your Leghorn."
"You keep making laugh, I’m not gonna be able to fuck you."
I slid my hand between us, cupping his already rock-hard cock. "Well, that’s a lie...Zazu."
"How many fucking cartoons did you watch as a kid?"
"Who said I watched cartoons as a kid?" I challenged, slipping the button on his jeans and sliding the zipper down.
"You a secret cartoon watcher?" he asked, lifting his hips slightly so I’d have better access to his body.
"I don’t know how secret it is."
He let out a quiet hiss when I moved the waistband of his boxers aside and wrapped my hand around his cock, running my tongue over his bottom lip.
"On your back, honey," I ordered. "I need to taste you."
He rolled onto his back, removing the rest of his clothing before settling into place. I grinned, tugging off my shirt and unhooking my bra, freeing my breasts but keeping my jeans on. "Do not touch," I ordered.
He linked his fingers together, sliding his hands up and resting his head in them with a grin. I stepped off the bed to remove the rest of my clothes, then knelt between his legs. He reached for , but I smacked his hands. "No touching," I growled.
"You gonna let my dick fuck your tits?" he asked.
I raised an eyebrow. "If you let finish."
He settled his hands behind his head again. "Continue."
I ran my tongue up his shaft, then guided the tip into my mouth. rrick pulled his knees up and I wrapped an arm around one of his thighs as I worked his cock with my mouth and free hand. His hands slid into my hair and I frowned at him but continued to suck. He released my hair and placed his hands behind his head again. I took him deeper into my mouth and he closed his eyes and shifted up slightly.
I gripped the base of his shaft with one hand, and pumped with the motion of my mouth, cupping his balls gently.
"Fuck, Rem," he rasped.
His legs straightened, and his sac tightened, and I knew he was close.
"Now, baby," he rasped, drawing his knees up again and I took him deeper as he ca, swallowing then releasing him with a loud ’smack.’
He chuckled as he smiled down at . I crawled up his body, kissing him as I went, then settled beside him, snuggling close. "I didn’t think you were going to let finish."
"Well, if I’d known you were gonna lie to , I wouldn’t have."
"How did I lie?"
"You said my dick was gonna fuck your tits."
"Oh, it will, Tweety," I promised, kissing his chest. "We have all night."
"Are you trying to distract ?"
"From what?"
"Talking."
I shook my head. "No. We can talk, I just want sothing to rember you by."
He lifted my chin. "Stop it."
"rr, I’m being serious. I won’t be mad."
He sat up. "Goddammit, Remington, I’m not going anywhere. Just drop it."
I sighed, dragging my hands down my face as he stalked into the bathroom. I heard the toilet flush, then the faucet start, then he was walking back to the bed. God, he was gorgeous.
"You got so drool right there," he said, tapping his finger on the corner of my mouth.
I wrinkled my nose. "I can’t help it. You’re delicious."
He grinned, kneeling on the bed and kissing . "Back atya."
rrick stretched out again and pulled over his chest. "Fill in, Rem. All of it."
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