The Redo (Winslow Brothers #4) (110)

“Because I’m sixteen and still have my whole life ahead of me.” I narrow my eyes suspiciously. “You trying to get me out of the house just so you can take over my bedroom or something?”

“No…” She pauses and then adds, “But you bring up a really good point.”

I pick up a pillow and throw it at her head. “Jerk!”

She laughs and tosses it back at me before shuffling back out of my room, but not before shouting over her shoulder, “I still think you guys should get married!”

She’s crazy, obviously, but man, my mind can’t stop replaying her words.

You’re going to end up marrying him someday anyway.

My heart wants to jump on the bandwagon and agree with her, but my mind is way too logical for that.

I may be young, but I’m not na?ve. Most high school relationships don’t last. Especially when one-half of the relationship will be in high school for two more years, while the other half is college-bound.

And with the way Remy has been avoiding the whole conversation revolving around him going off to college and where that leaves us, I can’t help but wonder if it’s for reasons I might find hard to hear.

Reasons that might break your heart.





Still Saturday, November 9th

Remy

When I step into the bathroom, I’m pleasantly surprised to find Maria standing in front of the mirror, putting on lipstick. Her long brown hair hangs down past her shoulders, and her body is dressed to impress in the kind of silk blouse and tight pencil skirt that makes her ass look juicy as hell.

Damn, she’s sexy.

I step over to my gorgeous woman at the sink, stand directly behind her, and wrap my arms around her waist. “Mornin’, babe. I had a feeling you’d be in here getting ready.”

“Good morning, sleepyhead.”

I squeeze her hips. “Are the girls awake yet?”

“Lexi just finished feeding Izzy her bottle and is currently entertaining her in the living room.”

“You should’ve woken me up. I would’ve handled them while you got ready.”

“Why?” she questions and meets my reflection in the mirror. “You looked peaceful, and Lex and I had it covered.”

“What time do you need to be at your first showing?”

“In about forty minutes,” she updates and uses a brush to make the apples of her cheeks pink. “There’s fresh coffee in the kitchen, by the way. Just made a pot about ten minutes ago.”

I know I should leave her to whatever it is women need to do to get ready, but man, her ass, in this skirt, is nearly too much for my mind to stay on task. Before I know it, I’m sliding both of my big hands away from her hips and straight onto the perfect, rounded, curvy ass of hers that makes my brain short-circuit and my dick take far too much notice.

“Remy,” she says, her voice a warning. An amused warning, mind you.

“What?” I feign innocence but still keep my grip. “I’m just smoothing out a few wrinkles.”

“Off the skirt I just ironed?”

“Irons are tricky things, babe.” I shrug. “Sometimes they miss a few spots.”

She snorts, and I squeeze my big hands into her curvy flesh some more.

“Remy!” She’s laughing now.

“Just a few pieces of lint, babe.” Still squeezing. “I think I got it…” I pause, staring down at her ass like I’m just trying to help her out. “Oh…wait…just a few more pieces of lint,” I add, squeezing a little harder this time.

That’s her cue to turn around and playfully slap me away, but she’s no match for my speed because I have her in my arms and her breasts pressed tight to my chest in two seconds flat.

Her lips are just a hint away from mine, and I stare at them, silently wondering if she’ll be pissed if I kiss the hell out of her and risk messing up her makeup.

Fuck it. Let her be mad.

I fall victim to the urge, pressing my mouth to hers, and coaxing her lips open with my tongue. She’s an easy sell, giving in to the moment, and I slide my hands back to her ass and pull her body as close to mine as I can.

My dick is hard now, and my mind is already visualizing one hundred different scenarios that end with her panties around her ankles and me inside her.

It takes all my willpower to remind myself she has important places to be and not to follow through with any of it.

“Fuck.” On a sigh, I slow our kiss to a stop, give her lips one more gentle press, and release her from my hold.

Maria blinks several times, her mind trying to come back down to planet earth, and I have to adjust my cock in my boxer briefs on a groan.

“You’re kind of a bastard, you know that?” Her voice is teasing as she meets my eyes in the reflection in the mirror.

It’s then I notice that her lipstick is smeared to shit on both of our faces.

“I don’t think this is my color, babe,” I respond, pretending to examine my face in the mirror and frowning a little. “I think I’m more of a coral, you know?”

“You’re such a pain in my ass sometimes!” She slaps my chest on a laugh and then proceeds to grab a tissue to fix her face and mine.

“I won’t deny that, but I think the big question here is…am I going to get a rain check on what we just started?” I ask, my hands coming together in front of my chest like I’m praying.