Chapters (123)
- PLAYLIST
- CONTENT NOTE
- Dedication
- 1
- REMI
- 2
- FOSTER
- 3
- REMI
- 4
- REMI
- Before…
- 5
- REMI
- Now…
- 6
- FOSTER
- 7
- FOSTER
- Before…
- 8
- REMI
- Now…
- 9
- FOSTER
- 10
- REMI
- Before…
- 11
- FOSTER
- 12
- REMI
- Now…
- 13
- FOSTER
- 14
- FOSTER
- Before…
- 15
- REMI
- 16
- REMI
- 17
- REMI
- Now…
- 18
- FOSTER
- 19
- FOSTER
- Before…
- 20
- REMI
- 21
- FOSTER
- 22
- REMI
- Now…
- 23
- REMI
- Before…
- 24
- FOSTER
- Now…
- 25
- FOSTER
- Before…
- 26
- REMI
- Now…
- 27
- FOSTER
- Before…
- 28
- FOSTER
- Now…
- 29
- REMI
- Before…
- 30
- REMI
- Now…
- 31
- FOSTER
- 32
- REMI
- 33
- FOSTER
- 34
- REMI
- 35
- FOSTER
- 36
- REMI
- 37
- FOSTER
- 38
- FOSTER
- Before…
- 39
- FOSTER
- Now…
- 40
- REMI
- 41
- FOSTER
- 42
- REMI
- 43
- FOSTER
- 44
- REMI
- 45
- FOSTER
- 46
- REMI
- 47
- FOSTER
- EPILOGUE
- FOSTER
- Later…
- ALSO BY C.G. BLAINE
- ACKNOWLEDGMENTS
- ABOUT THE AUTHOR
Colt’s eyes flash to her in the rearview. She told him everything after we flew back to New York, and I think he’d save her over me now. I wouldn’t want it any other way.
“Everyone cool?” he asks.
“Yeah, brother.” I glance over my shoulder, and she smiles at me. “Get us the hell out of here, and we’ll be perfect.”
And when we arrive at the house late that night, Dimitri Sinner goes right where I expected. She smiles as I wrap my arms around her from behind and press my lips to her neck, brushing over the curves of the urn. “I can’t believe this room exists.”
“It’s real.”
She rotates in my arms, and I kiss her. Her fingers twist in my hair when my tongue strokes hers, and a soft moan from her wakes up my dick.
“Now I want you real wet in our bed.” I slide my hand up to her throat, palming her ass while she drags my mouth back to hers. I groan and back up, bringing her with me. “Or shower. Fuck, I’ll bend you over the banister, so long as I’m inside you.”
I make it to the door and decide fuck it, picking her up. Remi throws her limbs around me and laughs until I crash her lips into mine, then she’s rocking against me as I walk through the house we decided to call home.
We only have two days before I need to be in the studio to pick back up on the album. Ideally I’d spend as much of it as possible buried in Remi. Literally, figuratively, or both simultaneously.
But Dev and Felix get in tomorrow, and we want to see them. Felix especially. I’ve only seen him once since he got out of rehab earlier this week, and then we left for Ohio. Remi hasn’t seen him since before he went in two months ago.
Since then we’ve bounced between here and the coasts, refusing to lose time together. The last of her stuff is being shipped to my apartment, but we’ll live here while we record.
A clause in our label contract requires all three of us for performances and in the studio unless agreed otherwise. It saved our asses from having to use a session drummer and finish the album without Felix. The guy would have flat-out refused the program otherwise.
Logistics turn messy for a while once we finish. We’ll stay in LA most of the time. She’ll work with Heath when he’s there and complete anything outstanding with the documentary, and the band will have music videos to shoot and appearances. The documentary coincides with the album release, so we’ll have crossover there. Of Men and Wolves also has to decide if we re-sign with Mac Records once our contract ends.