Dead or Alive (17 page)

She obliged without hesitation, gripping his erection and rubbing softly.  The sound he made startled her.  It was like nothing she’d heard before, something deep and primal, ripe with need.  It sent her channel swelling with anticipation, just knowing she could pull a sound like that out of him, and the promises it made.  If he was this out of control having just been touched, she pulsed to think what awaited her once she actually had him naked.

She released her own strangled noise, pushing her hand into his sweats to feel him completely, skin on skin.

“Damn it, V, yes.  Yes,” Remy gasped.

She pushed the waistband of his sweats down to his hips, releasing him.  His hardness sprang out, and she had it greedily between her fingers in moments.  She released her hold long enough to bring the palm of her hand to her mouth, running her tongue along it, wetting it eagerly as Remy ripped the pajama shorts down passed her hips, tugging them off of her legs followed quickly by her panties.  With her moistened palm, she took the throbbing head of his dick in her hand once more, spreading her legs as he came back in between them.

A soft cry left her lips when the callused tips of his fingers brushed against her pulsating folds, slipping along their silky walls. Every inch of her begged for more, and she rotated her hips with a whimper, accepting his strong kiss just as he slipped two fingers inside.

“Mmm.” Their busy lips smacked as they met and parted, again and again, her gasps coming in hard as fast as he fucked her with his skilled fingers, unable to stop her own from traveling to her clit, brushing it frantically.  With her other hand, she took hold of his throbbing member once more, pumping it in time with the fingers he had inside her, their lips, and the blood pumping wildly through her veins, sending her body ablaze with heat as they worked each other. A shot of pleasure hit her that curled her back, and she bit her bottom lip hungrily when he broke their kiss, hungry for more of him, every inch of him, as her eyes fluttered shut.

Remy took his frenzied kisses up the edge of her jaw before landing on her lips, once more, unable to look away from the frown of ecstasy on her face as her velvety walls tugged at his fingers relentlessly. His own cry of pleasure broke through, meeting in-between their battling lips as she worked his dick perfectly.  It throbbed for her, begged to be inside, where his fingers currently resided, but he didn’t have the strength to move.  To stop.  He couldn’t stop.

“Please don’t stop, V.”

“I’ll never stop.”

The music they made with their fingers and mouths were soon the only noise in the room.  Their lips battled as they pumped each other.  With a gasp he suddenly pulled back and ripped her shirt over her head, revealing her pert breasts and hard nipples pointing up at him, begging for attention.

He obliged happily, taking each nipple between his lips, playing them against his skilled tongue as he palmed her thighs, spreading her legs hungrily.  His eyes met hers as he slid down her body, smiling, until his head was nestled between them. He covered her soaking mound with his lips and tongue immediately, her clit found solace between his lips as his fingers realized their home inside her wet pussy once more.

Violet cried out, taking the back of his head in her hands as his mouth worked her expertly.  Soon, she was gripping his hair in both hands, grinding against his mouth as the pleasure overtook her.  Her back arched clear off the floor as she came, and he drank in every drop, every inch, lapping and stroking her until she had nothing left to give.

Even as she came down from the throws of her orgasm, her body subconsciously begged for more, legs coming high up on either side of her chest, exposing herself to him completely.  They met halfway between her splayed legs, tongues assembling wildly in the middle as her pussy continued to pulse violently between them.

He eased her back onto the floor as they kissed, and they tasted one another with a fury that slowly subsided, until they were both asleep on the floor.

***

Violet woke up calling his name, stretching languidly while clawing her fingers across the sheets.  She wondered when she’d gotten into the bed. The last thing she could remember was Remy going down on her, and then falling asleep with him on the floor.

With furious embarrassment, she realized he hadn’t even had a chance to finish himself.

What a selfish bitch she was.  It had just felt so good, she’d needed it so bad, that once she got what she so desperately needed, her body had completely shut down.

It had been a long time since a man had done the kind of good work on her that made her pass out.  Usually she was wide awake, frustrated, having to finish herself off while
he
passed out.

Not with Remy.  She’d known he would be a good lover, a giving lover, but she never could have imagined he was
that
giving.  That skilled.  God, it had been so good.

With a grin, she breathed in the scent of him that was still lingering in the room, and pushed herself into a sitting position.  For a moment, she waited for any sound, the thunderous thuds he made whenever he walked across her wood floors, the clanking of silverware in the kitchen, the flushing of a toilet.

Anything.  As the silence stretched on, she found herself desperate to hear absolutely
anything.

“Remy?” She called out, again, and when she was met with silence, once more, she threw the sheets off of her body completely and climbed out of bed.  The wood floors felt like ice under her feet as she got dressed and pattered her way to her bedroom door, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear as she descended the stairs.  Just as she was making it to the bottom step, she froze, turned on her heel, and raced back up the stairs.

Barreling into her room with bated breath, Violet went straight to her bedside table.

Nothing.

She threw all of the drawers open.

Gone.

Her keys were gone.

Cursing softly under her breath, she barreled out of the room and back down the stairs, holding the railing tightly to keep herself from tumbling forward in her mad dash for the front door.

She zoomed through the front and screen doors, stopping cold at the sight of Remy behind the wheel of the roaring white truck.

His eyes moved to her the moment she blasted through the doors, and he covered his forehead with his hand.

Violet did everything she could to reel in her emotion as she made her way to the open driver’s side window, but she couldn’t help herself.  The anger was almost immediate, with intense pain coming in close behind it.  She felt like she was coming apart under her skin, like she was being ripped clear in half, and he was the only person on the planet with the power to stop it.

She waited for his eyes to meet hers, but he seemed adamant not to look at her. “So that’s it, huh?  You kiss a girl, feel her up a little bit, and then you’re out?” She hated the feeling of tears welling up in her eyes.  “Who said chivalry’s dead?”   She waited for any response.  When nothing came, she stepped back. “Go ahead then.”  She beamed, pointing down the beaten path.  “Go ahead and go, Remy.”

Remy stared out of the windshield before him, unable to muster up the courage to look her in the eye.

“If you want to be away from me so badly then just go.”

He put his hand on the wheel, then the gearshift.

Tears officially tumbled from her eyes.  “Clearly I don’t mean a god damn thing to you.  You’re just an asshole looking for a quick nut.  Well, you got it.” Actually, he hadn’t gotten it.  Violet was now relieved that he hadn’t cum last night.  She’d be damned if she rewarded a man so desperate to be away from her with an orgasm. “So go ahead and fucking go.”

He had half a mind to let her believe that.  Let her believe that he’d only stuck around here for as long as he had just for the distant promise of a quick nut.  Let her believe that he was some asshole who didn’t give a shit about her.  That last night hadn’t been the best night he’d had in years.  It was the right thing to do, letting her believe that he was some irredeemable scumbag.

He kept his hand on the gearshift, but he didn’t pull away.  Instead, his eyes fell shut, and a pain she’d never seen before gleamed across his face.  “Don’t you see, Violet?”

“See what?  What do I need to see?”

“I don’t want to leave because you mean nothing to me.”  He finally turned and met her eyes.  “I have to leave, because you mean the most.”

Tears tumbled from Violet’s eyes, and her lips trembled.

“You mean more to me… than
anything
.”

“Then let me take care of you, Remy.  Stop running away from me. Let me help you.”

“I can’t risk having you involved in this in any way.”

“It’s too late for that.  Your window to feel guilt has long passed.  You made the decision to grab me, and now I’m fucking involved.”

“If anything happens to you…” He ran a hand down his face. “If anything happens to you because of me, I’ll never forgive myself.”

Her eyes softened slightly.

Remy frowned when hot tears burned his eyes. Why couldn’t she see that the last thing in the world he
wanted
was to be away from her?  Why couldn’t she see that he was only trying to protect her?

His voice shook. “What do you think is going to happen if they find out you’ve been keeping me here, Violet? Feeding me, nursing me to health… If they find out…” He shook his head.  “You’re a lawyer.  You already
know
.”

Violet’s lips tightened.

Remy’s voice rose.  “Aiding and abetting. Harboring a fugitive.  That’s five years in prison, V.  You’re not going to prison. I won’t fucking have it.”

“I’m not afraid.”

It was as if he couldn’t hear her. “If they tie you to me, they’re not just going to let you off with a slap on the wrist.  This is serious shit, V, and it’s not too late to end it now.  We can end it now, and you can still claim you were the unwilling hostage and just… walk away.  From all this.  From me.”

“I don’t want to walk away.”

“I’m doing this for you.”

Violet leapt for the car window, clutching in tightly. “
Remy
, even if they did find out that I’m harboring a fugitive, it won’t matter, because you won’t be a fugitive for long. We’re so close to figuring out who did this. We’re going to find out who did this and we’re going to prove your innocence. And, even if we don’t, we have more than enough information and evidence to, at the very least, declare a mistrial.”

“I took a gun off a bailiff.  I kidnapped you. I stole a plane.  I crashed that plane into the ocean. Even if they do declare a mistrial, I’m going back to jail—and I’m not taking you with me.”

“Remy I’m good at my job, okay?  I’m damn good at it. When I do my special on you, on this trial, I will spin it so succinctly, so perfectly, that there will be public
outrage
if they even dream of putting you back in jail.  If we can get the public on your side then all of this will go away—I swear to you. I’ve seen it happen. Then none of this will matter.”

“I can’t take that chance.”  Remy put his hands back on the wheel and gearshift, gritting his teeth when she reached into the open window of the truck and took his arm.  She couldn’t touch him.  Feeling her hands on him, looking into her eyes, seeing the tears in them, all of that would be enough to make him stay.  And he couldn’t stay.  “Leave me, V.”

“Do you know why I’ve stayed by your side since the beginning?  Do you know why I refused to leave you, even when you were fighting to let me go?  It was because I trusted you, Remy.  In the deepest part of me, I trusted you completely.  Now I’m asking you to trust me.”

Remy wavered.

Violet caught it immediately.  “You don’t get to come to my house, eat my food, sleep in my bed.”  Her voice trembled lower. “Be with me like you were last night.”

Remy’s eyes met hers and he swallowed deeply as they fell to her lips.

“You don’t get to do all that and just walk away,” Violet finished, her voice having fallen to a whisper.  “Remy, I love you.”

His own eyes filled with tears and, against everything inside of him screaming for him to go, he stepped out of the car, almost taking the door off its hinges, cupping her cheeks in his hands and covering her lips with his.  Their desperate moans met in the heated battle between their lips, tongues crashing as she cupped both of his cheeks.

His arms went around her waist, lifting her to her toes as their tongues battled between their sealed lips.  His hardness was persistent against her thigh as he turned her back towards the car, pushing her up against the metal. Her knees buckled as he deepened the frantic kiss, promising things with his lips and his tongue that he himself wasn’t even sure he could deliver.  Still, he held her tight, steady, never allowing her to fall as long as his arms were around her.

With a groan, lips never leaving hers, he bent down and lifted her off the ground, feeling her long legs wrap around his waist as they fell into the open door of the car.  Her ass hit the driver’s seat, and he was all over her, cradling his throbbing dick between her splayed thighs as he climbed, grinding blindly.