A Taste of Remy Page 5

  “Hello, my love,” she said and her heart was full to almost bursting.

  They were all together now—her, Remy, and the baby. The feeling of completion overwhelmed her and made tears sting her eyes. She was going to be a mommy and that felt more amazing than even she thought possible. She got out of the shower, dried, changed into a pair of loose cotton shorts and a T-shirt, and put her hair in a tight twisted bun before going back to the bed.

  “Early April and it’s not chilly outside,” Remy said, pointing to the weather forecast. He was reclining in bed on a pile of pillows and while she was gone he’d undressed down to his boxers and one muscled leg was peeking out from under the blankets.

  Lynette climbed into bed and under the covers. She scooted into Remy’s waiting arms and snuggled against his chest. “Maybe I’ll go with you for dessert later. It’s crazy but last year around this time Adira met Favian and all of our lives became meshed. It’s like we were meant to be together. Best friends with best friends. Funny, huh?”

  “Perfect, in my opinion.” Remy tilted her head up and gave her a kiss. “What do you want to watch?”

  “Cartoons,” she answered automatically.

  He laughed and changed the channel. “My kind of woman.”

  They went from watching cartoons to falling asleep wrapped in each other’s arms. She woke with a different fire in her belly—this time it was desire. Lynette felt better than she had for about seven days which was about the last time she and Remy had sex. His hand was tucked under the pillow and he slept on his belly. She let her gaze roam over him hungrily for a moment before she leaned over and bit his shoulder gently. He moaned in his sleep but didn’t wake. She licked the spot where she’d just bitten him and his breathing changed.

  Oh, yeah, you’re awake, she thought wickedly.

  “Drat it, Remy, if you don’t wake up I may have to take care of myself so I can ease this throbbing arousal between my legs,” Lynette said teasingly and began to move. His hand snaked out to capture her around her waist.

  “Only if I get to watch,” he said and pulled her close. “What are you trying to start, woman?”

  “I want some sexual healing. Give me satisfaction,” she replied

  “You just mixed two songs in one and quite badly I might add,” he pointed out.

  “Is this really about the songs or is it you just don’t want me anymore?” Lynette said. “You usually don’t need coaxing to touch me.”

  He took her hand and put it between his legs and she felt his cock hard and thick in her hand. She gave it a squeeze through his boxers and stroked it until he groaned in her ear.

  “Feel that and tell me I don’t want you,” he said huskily. “I think about you from the moment I wake up until I fall asleep and even then I dream about you.”

  “I’ve been sick and I was afraid you’d lose interest,” she said honestly. “I’m baring my insecurities here and I don’t usually do that.”

  “I know that, and I’m perfectly fine waiting. It’s difficult for you to let me in, but you don’t need to be insecure around me for any reason,” Remy said. “I could never stop wanting or needing you, Lynette. I could never let you go.” He took her hand and put it over his heart. “This is yours. You own my love, loyalty and my soul. I’ve never felt like this before, and, trust me, I won’t take it for granted.”

  “Oh, Remy,” she whispered, unable to voice the emotion that was coursing through her. She felt a tear fall from her eye and sniffed. “Sorry. Hormones, I think.”

  He kissed the tear away and laughed gently. “Yeah, it probably is, mi amor. Are you sure you want to do this? I can wait. I am not some raving horny mutt in need of constant gratification.”

  “I bet you remember initiating the mating sequence,” Lynette said primly.

  “I love when you get British sci-fi on me,” he teased. He kissed her long and deep and lifted his head with a frown. “Will we damage our precious cargo by doing this, and are you sure you’re up to it?”

  “Remy, I feel better than I did in the last week or so. I say we take advantage of the lull and, no, our baby is safe. It’s not going to hurt her,” Lynette answered.

  “Her? You think we’re going to have a girl?” He put his hand on her stomach and she could feel the warmth of his touch spread across her skin. “A little girl. She would be my princess. Nothing in the world would be too much for her. I’d give her the stars.” He looked at her and then added quickly, “I’d love if we had a son too. He would be loved just as much, but I’ve always seen myself having a daughter.”

  Lynette smiled. “You don’t have to explain. I guess we’ll see.”

  He kissed her gently once, then twice, and soon she was lost in his kisses. She could feel his body tremble with unshed emotion and urgency. This was more intimate than making love. Together they had created something more precious than gold.

  “I will be so gentle,” he said against her lips.

  She pushed his boxers down with her hands until he moved to get rid of them. “You don’t have to be too gentle.”

  He groaned low in his throat and the sound made her shiver. He kissed her long and hard before kissing his way down her body and removing articles of clothing as he went. After slipping her panties down and past her feet, he pushed her legs apart with hurried hands and buried his face at her center. Lynette cried out at the warm and wet sensation of his tongue. He licked long and slow strokes over her pussy and clit before delving between the aroused lips to taste her and suck on her sensitive clit. His guttural moan of satisfaction filled the air and she cried out and arched against his seeking mouth. He always managed to excite her until the need became all-consuming.

  “You going to come for me hard, aren’t you, baby?”

  “Oh, yes, love,” she whimpered and writhed in his arms.

  She felt his fingers dip inside her and she cried out. He was trying to be gentle but she could feel the greater need that boiled beneath his surface. It wasn’t a slow build up. The long deep strokes of his fingers built the fire until it consumed her and his mouth was at her snatch, sucking her clit, doubling the sensations. His fingers never stopped their delicious penetration of her while his mouth continued to roam her body, up to her breasts. She screamed in pleasure. His tongue laving her nipples and then tugging at them with his teeth sent a lightning bolt straight down to her pussy. The sensation sent her spiraling and she bucked wildly as her orgasm ripped through her.

  “More,” he demanded.

  “My turn,” she said and slipped out of his grasp.

  Her orgasm had made her wild and she pushed him back against the bed roughly. Lynette licked and nipped her way down his body, tasting the musk of his skin and loving his manly flavor. This time it was Lynette who was on her knees between his legs and took his cock in her mouth. His body tensed and he muttered a soft curse in Spanish as she sucked him deeply between her lips. She moaned around his thick cock.

  “Come over here,” he coaxed softly.

  Lynette released his shaft for a moment and moved to the side so she was within arm’s reach. Then she returned to her task and continued to please him with her mouth. Remy ran his hands down her back and over her shapely ass before slipping a hand between her legs to fondle her wet pussy. His fingers delved inside her once more while she was on her knees and she shivered in pleasure.

  “Take my fingers while you suck me,” he ordered.

  Lynette spread her legs a little farther apart. She undulated her hips, taking his fingers deeper, causing her to moan and call his name. His cock throbbed in her mouth while she took him deeper until he muttered harshly and moved, flipping her under him in one quick move. He pinned her hands above her head and pushed his cock inside her with one smooth thrust.

  “You feel so good,” he said, groaning. His kiss gentled as he moved inside her slowly. “I love you, always and forever, baby.”

  “I know, and I love you,” she whispered and lifted her hips to meet his thrusts. “Tak
e me higher, baby, like only you can.”

  He pressed his forehead against hers and their pace increased. Lynette freed her hands of his grasp and dug her fingers into his back as he pounded into her body. Remy was big, hard and strong, yet his body moved almost elegantly as he took her. He stopped and helped her to her hands and knees and then took her from behind. His hands were merciless as he pulled her into his thrusts. The passion between them fueled the fire and each slide of his cock against the sensitive walls of her pussy drove her higher. She couldn’t keep from crying out as sensations assaulted her. He was so thick and long, Lynette loved the feel of him. Every stroke and piston of his hips drove her to frenzy.

  “Oh, Remy, yes!” she said. “Oh, love, I’m coming.”

  “I’m with you. Let me feel you come around my cock.” Remy’s voice was deep and harsh with need.

  She closed her eyes and her body tensed as an orgasm washed over her and left her breathless. Remy gave a savage moan and she felt him empty his seed inside her. They collapsed in a sweaty heap and their harsh breathing filled the room.

  “God, I think I’m hungry,” she moaned.

  Remy laughed, yet was still unmoving in the bed next to her.

  “What’s so funny?” she asked. “I think your sexual actions may have healed me. It’s crazy that I feel hunger instead of nausea.”

  “Then bottle me and get a patent. I’m the morning sickness cure,” he teased.

  She shook her head. “Nope, this cure is only for me. Don’t make me pinch your ears.”

  “By no means do I want that,” Remy said solemnly. “But let’s not go crazy food wise in case it comes back, which it probably will.”

  The phone rang and the cordless was on her side of the bed. With a moan of disappointment that she had to move, Lynette rolled over and picked it up. The caller ID said unknown and she frowned as she pressed the button.

  “Hello?”

  There was no answer, so Lynette tried again. “Hello, is anyone there?”

  “Puta, bitch!”

  The words were said in a nasty, menacing voice that was definitely female and made her instantly angry.

  “You’re the bitch, so sod off,” Lynette retorted angrily.

  “Who’s on the phone?” Remy sat up and took it from her. “Who the fuck is this?”

  “Did they say who it is?” Lynette watched as he listened for a few minutes and then pressed the disconnect button.

  “No, they hung up,” Remy answered.

  She noticed the troubled look on his face and pushed a little more. “What’s wrong? Remy, don’t hide things from me. And what does puta mean?”

  He shook his head and didn’t elaborate further. “It’s nothing, mi amor. Just someone who thinks the phone is a toy to be played with. Come lay with me for a bit longer and then we’ll get you some more soup and tea. Then we can get out and walk later to get some fresh air, maybe through the park this time.”

  “That sounds like a plan. I’m not done basking in my afterglow anyway.” Lynette’s voice held teasing that she really didn’t feel.

  There was something wrong with what had just happened. Even though Remy was talking and being totally himself his body was tense. Secrets. She hated them with a passion, but she let it slide for now. With hidden things, light always shone on them eventually and if he were lying to her, she would find out. Her heartbeat raced for a moment at the thought because she already loved Remy more than she thought possible. Could she walk away if it turned out his armor wasn’t as shiny and perfect as she thought?

  Later, when Remy was in the kitchen, she looked up the word puta on her phone and the meaning came back as either cunt or bitch. It was the first time that Lynette doubted her choices and wondered if she had made a very big mistake.

  Chapter Five

  Lynette sat in the car and idly ran her hands over her belly. Remy gave her a sidelong glance and smiled. They were on their way to her very first appointment for the baby. She was twelve weeks along. They’d had a preliminary appointment with Dr. Schiller a couple of weeks prior for her health history and blood work, but today was the day they would hear the heartbeat of the baby. Remy felt as if it was his birthday and Christmas all rolled into one. He was blessed in many ways. Lynette was barely showing, but at night he still rubbed the hard little bun that nestled their baby and talked quietly to it. She told him that the baby didn’t even have ears yet but he didn’t care. Remy firmly believed that the love from both of them radiated to the child growing inside her.

  “Almost there,” he said and took her hand in his and kissed her knuckles.

  “You know it’s just the heartbeat, right? We still won’t know the sex anytime soon,” Lynette pointed out.

  “I know, I know, but it’s still exciting. We get our first glimpse of my little princess.”

  Remy was convinced they were having a girl. When Suzie heard about Lynette’s constant illness—probably from Adira—she made her tortilla soup with chunks of avocado as garnish and announced that they would be having a girl.

  “It’s the girls that always give the mamas the most trouble,” Suzie said.

  Remy was in agreement, and from that day on he’d been thinking about baby names. So far his favorites were Ciara, Amelia, Abigail and Ivy. He didn’t mention any of this to Lynette, at least not yet. He was waiting until the sex of the baby was revealed and they would know for sure.

  They parked in the parking deck of the doctor’s office and then walked to the front door. Remy recalled the building from one of the occasions he’d gone with Favian and Adira to their appointment. He stood next to Lynette as she checked in and sat down with her and held her hand. Not too long after her name was called and they were led back to where the examination rooms were located. She was weighed and her blood pressure taken before they were put in an examination room to wait. Dr. Schiller came in soon after and she smiled at them sitting side by side.

  “You’re supposed to be on the examination table, Ms. Bridges,” Dr. Schiller teased.

  Lynette smiled. “I figured I should sit here so Remy wouldn’t decide to take over the examination himself.”

  He raised his hands in defense. “Hey, so I’m excited. Sue me.”

  “You’re the best friends of Adira and Favian, am I right?” Dr. Schiller asked. “Come on over here and hop up on the table.”

  “Yes, we are,” Remy said as Lynette moved.

  “Well, that’s lovely. Best friends all around. One big family. That’s marvelous.” Dr. Schiller beamed. “Has the morning sickness subsided?”

  “Still there, but not all day. It’s usually in the morning and late in the evening,” Lynette said. “At least I can sleep through the night.”

  “What are your eating habits? What foods have you been eating?” Dr. Schiller asked.

  Before Lynette could answer, Remy spoke up. “Lately it’s mashed potatoes with diced hotdogs, covered in butter and ketchup.” He didn’t bat an eye when Lynette glared at him. “We can’t lie to the doctor, sweetheart.”

  Dr. Schiller raised an eyebrow and Lynette shrugged. “It’s the only thing that doesn’t make me feel sick lately.”

  Dr. Schiller laughed. “Oh, I’ve heard worse. I had a mom once who used potato chips as a garnish on everything, and I mean everything. Just make sure when you are feeling better, you get fruit and vegetables in and your prenatal vitamins.”

  “The vitamins make me feel awful,” Lynette admitted.

  Remy got up and stood next to the examination table. He took Lynette’s hand. “She’s been taking them but then she can’t keep anything down. Is there something else she can take?”

  “A women’s multivitamin will work and she needs extra folic acid. I’ll write down some brands I recommend before you leave.” Dr. Schiller took her Doppler out of her pocket and a tape measure. “Let’s see how this baby is doing.”

  Remy watched as the doctor measured the distance from the small bump to the top of Lynette’s pelvic bone. She a
nnounced that everything was great and then squeezed some warm goo on the small mound that was Lynette’s stomach.

  “Ready for the heartbeat?” Dr. Schiller asked with a smile.

  “Yes, ma’am.” Remy couldn’t help the eagerness in his voice.

  “We both are,” Lynette said dryly.

  The doctor rubbed the Doppler receiver over her belly and for a while they only heard static. Then it was unmistakable—the sound of a tiny heart beating. To Remy, it was as if he was hearing “Yes, Mommy and Daddy, I’m here. I’ll be in your arms in a few months.” A rush of love washed over him and he squeezed Lynette’s hand, unable to voice the emotion coursing through him. He looked at the woman who was carrying his child. He loved them both more than himself and would catch the stars for them if he could. Lynette wiped tears from her eyes and he knew she felt it too. The sound of their child’s heartbeat heralded the one thing they both truly wanted. They were a family.

  “Healthy and strong,” Dr. Schiller announced and wiped the gel from Lynette’s stomach. “We’ll make an appointment for one month, and I’ll get you that information on the vitamins.”

  “Thank you,” they said simultaneously and Lynette smiled up at him.

  Her beauty took his breath away and they were caught in such a moment that he barely heard Dr. Schiller leave the room and the door click shut behind her.

  “You are so gorgeous, my mommy-to-be,” he said. “Did you hear how strong our girl’s heartbeat was?”

  “Or son,” Lynette said.

  “Or son.” Remy leaned down and kissed her. “You’ve made me the happiest man in the world. I’m taking you to the finest restaurant in town.”

  “If it doesn’t have tortilla soup, can we go somewhere else?” Lynette asked.

  “I know the perfect place,” Remy said and then after a short pause, said, “Marry me, Lynette.”

  “Bloody hell, you ask me to marry you while my shirt is up and I’m lying on a doctor’s examination table?” Lynette said and gave him a look. “Are you trying to make me cross with you?”