The Redo (Winslow Brothers #4) (121)

“Fuck me,” he mutters, but he also steps closer to the bed, grips himself in his hand, and slowly slides his cock into my now-open mouth.

He is thick and hard and perfect, and I take as much of him as I can. He tastes and feels like silk and velvet and Remy, and I flick my tongue up and down his length as I suck him back toward my throat.

A growl escapes his lips when he sees that he’s too big for me to take him entirely into my mouth, and I have to squeeze my thighs together to try to ease the building ache that’s growing within me.

It’s erotic, hedonism on ecstasy, and it’s something I don’t think I’ll ever forget for the rest of my life. I swear, I’ll be fantasizing about this when I’m ninety-five and getting ready to take my last breath.

Normally, Remy is always so careful with me. It’s fucking invigorating to see him lose control like this. It makes me feel crazy with power and confidence because I am the one who’s doing this to him. I’m the one who can make him feel like this.

His hips jerk forward when I suck him as deep as I can go.

“Fuck me, Maria, you’re so good at this,” he says through a groan and reaches down to grip the strands of hair at my neck. He tugs on them again, gently forcing my head back so that my eyes meet his and only the tip of his cock remains in my mouth.

“You’re fucking perfect,” he whispers toward me, and his jaw clenches with strained arousal. “But now, I need to make you come with my cock.”

I moan.

He doesn’t waste any time climbing onto the bed. Once he’s directly behind me, Remy drives himself inside me in one strong thrust. And then he fucks me like we’re animals. Like he can’t get enough of me.

I can relate, though, because I feel the same exact way. My hips move back and forth erratically, trying to match him thrust for thrust. And he feels so deep, but at the same time, not deep enough. And I feel so full, but at the same time, I just want more.

More and more and more of whatever he has to give.

More and more and more of him.

More and more and more of us together.

To the point that I don’t know if I’ll ever have enough.





Wednesday, November 13th

Remy

Stretched out on a beach lounger beside me and wearing only a little white bikini that showcases all of her curves in the sexiest way, Maria lies on her belly, her eyes closed behind her fancy sunglasses and her mouth etched into a soft smile as she savors the sun on her skin.

Today is our last official day in the Bahamas. Tomorrow, we’ll be leaving our little paradise and heading back home. Heading back to our girl. I’m a little sad, but mostly, I’m relieved. Time away from Izzy is starting to wear on me. And I know for a fact, Maria feels the same.

After I take a drink from the bottle of water beside my chair, I let my head relax back into my lounger and just shut my eyes, letting the sounds of the waves soothe me.

At one point, I think I even doze off for a bit, but Maria’s voice urges my eyes to open again.

“You’re going to burn,” she says, and I see that she’s now standing up from her chair, sunscreen already in her hands.

“I’m fine, babe.”

“Um, no. You’re not. You’re already getting red.” She scoffs, but when I give her a look, she adds on a laugh, “Relax, buddy. This will only take a minute. Just close your eyes and keep doing what you’re doing. Act like I don’t even exist.”

Ha. Like I could ever pretend Maria doesn’t exist. Hell, most of the time, I’m busy trying to make sure she’s always everywhere I am.

She grins at me from behind her sunglasses and pointedly squirts sunscreen into her hands and proceeds to rub it into my chest and shoulders.

And I just sit there, watching her from behind my Ray-Bans, thinking about how much this woman means to me, the way she affects me, and all the things she does for me.

Even with all the shit she has going on in her life, all the responsibilities that come with being a mom to Izzy and running a business by herself, she still finds time to take care of me. Even if it’s little shit like this, right now, putting sunscreen on me so I don’t burn.

Our relationship isn’t one-sided. I give and Maria gives. We take care of each other. We take care of Izzy. And we have fun together. So much fucking fun.

And the sex, well, it’s exciting and multifaceted. It’s sweet and powerful like the first time, and it’s dirty and wild like last night.

It’s just…all the fucking things, Maria and I.

It’s love, you bastard. It’s fucking love, and you know it.

“Babe, I think you got a text,” Maria says, and I look up to realize she’s already finished with my sunscreen and is now back to lying on her chair.

With her head still resting on her lounger, she holds my phone out toward me, and I take it from her hand, looking down to find a new notification on the screen from C.

When I glance back at Maria, I see that she’s already back to her lazy snooze in the sun, and I find myself opening the message to read it.

C: Tell me, Remington, how does it feel to be in love again?

And for the first time in I don’t know how long, I actually text her back.

Me: Like coming home.





Friday, November 15th

Maria