She’s still trembling when I kiss her neck and her shoulder. Then she sighs as I slide out and looks back at me with eyes like a meadow. My lips press to hers, and she pulls me closer, drags me down, down, down.

I realize it’s both. Always has been when it comes to Remi. She sustains me and obliterates me, and I’ll still be begging for more.

* * *

It takes a second to peel open my eyes. Another to recognize the pounding from the other room.

I mentally groan to avoid waking Remi. She’s snuggled against my side, so I’m careful while I get up. She’s also gloriously naked. And once I deal with whoever the fuck is still beating on my door, she’ll be full of my cock.

After throwing on a pair of sweatpants, I go to deal, shutting the bedroom door behind me. The knocking is familiar enough, I already know what to expect when I swing open the suite’s door.

Colt stands on the other side, looking as unamused as I feel. He has a keycard in hand I safely assume is to my room.

“Can we not do whatever this is right now?” I ask, bracing on the doorframe.

He snorts. “If you’d have answered anyone’s texts and calls since last night, we wouldn’t need to do this at all.”

Shit. I leave him there and stroll to the sofa, swiping my phone from where I set it after seeing Remi’s message last night. He follows me in, the door loud when it shuts behind him.

Everything shifted to Remi after I carried her into the shower. I let her wash my cum from between her legs and then fucked her against the tile. I warned her it was a new obsession. Then I put her in my bed, and we stayed there.

Scrolling through the messages, I let my annoyance cool. No emergencies, but plenty of variations of what the fuck, dude. Fair, considering I haven’t responded to a soul in over ten hours. No one’s had any visual sightings either since I came back from Chase and Val’s and holed up in my room.

He texted too, unsurprisingly, responding to my it’s complicated about me and Remi.

Chase

Then include a flowchart so I can keep up. Make it a whole presentation if you want. I’m not letting you vague your way out of this, bro.

“Are those…?”

I glance up as Colton trails off. He’s in the middle of the room, hands planted on his hips. He has a smug grin that typically earns him the finger, zeroed in on Remi’s clothes still on the floor. Along with mine.

Colton shifts his focus to me.

“Don’t,” I say.