up again like my weight was nothing for him to bear. His breath ruffled my hair as he situated me in his arms. “Whatever you say, baby.”
“I can walk,” I added, even as I found the perfect spot to lay my head on his shoulder.
“I can see that,” he agreed, walking up the front steps.
I could hear Rhodes laughing behind us as the front door opened.
“Is she okay?” Sam or Dax whispered.
“Tired,” Remy answered.
“I can talk.” Except that sounded kind of slurred.
The twins laughed. “Need anything?”
“No, we’re good,” Remy told them. His voice raised slightly to address everyone. “We’ll meet down here after we’ve all slept to discuss our next steps.”
“Actually, Michael asked if you could call him when you got in. He needed to talk to you.” That sounded like Sam. Or Dax.
Crap, I was tired.
“Shit, my phone died on the plane,” Remy cursed. “Is everything okay?”
“Yeah. It sounded like good news.” Okay, that was totally Dax.
“That’d be nice for a change,” Remy muttered. “I’ll see you guys in the morning.”
I managed to waggle my fingers as he carried us upstairs and into his room, kicking the door shut before he deposited me on the bed.
I looked around as he turned on the light in the bathroom, casting a dim glow over the room. “I don’t have any clothes here.”
The corner of his mouth hooked up as he went to the dresser and pulled out a t-shirt. He tossed it onto the bed next to me.
I picked it up and practically smashed my face into it, inhaling deeply. “You smell good.”
His half-smile turned into a full-blown grin. “You smell good, too.”
I picked at the edge of my shirt with a sniff. “I smell like dirt and dust. I smell like Long Mesa.”
He came back to stand in front of me. I had to drop my head back to look up into his eyes.
“You smell like you,” he said gently, tapping the tip of my nose.
I scrunched it in response. “I need a shower.”
“Are you sure you can stand upright long enough to shower?” He laughed even as he pulled me to my feet.
“Ha ha,” I deadpanned, walking away from him. I was dead on my feet, but I was craving more than sleep as I pulled my shirt over my head and tossed it into the corner. I glanced back over my bare shoulder, hiding a smile when I saw his gaze narrow.
“You’re probably right. Maybe you should join me. You know. For safety reasons.”
The glint in his eye was undeniable. “I probably should. Wouldn’t want you to slip or something.”
I reached behind my back and unhooked my bra. “Absolutely not. Apparently, I’m royalty.”
His head fell back with a groan, his throat working as he laughed. “Yeah. Apparently you are.”
“Call Michael,” I said, “then come join me.” It took me longer to shower anyways with as long as my hair was.
“Deal,” he agreed, moving to plug in his cell phone so he could call his dad’s beta.
I finished stripping, not bothering to shut the door. I heard Remy’s voice as I turned on the shower and stepped into the warm spray, letting the water rain down and wash the day away. I glanced down, watching the water swirl through the drain. It was clear, but I could feel the past shedding and washing away.
I’d finished with my hair when Remy joined me, his hands sliding around my hips and pulling me back.
I grinned, grinding my ass back into his erection as his mouth kissed the side of my neck up to my jaw.
“Was it good news?” I asked, my breath catching on the sharp spike of pleasure that rocketed through me when his thumb brushed across my nipple.
“Yeah,” he answered, moving to the other side of my throat. His hips thrust lightly against me making his intent clear.
“And?”
“Word’s gotten out about the bonding wave,” he said, the hand not teasing my breast slipping between my thighs. He slowly pumped a finger into me.
I squeezed my eyes shut against the onslaught of sensations as I clenched around his finger. It wasn’t enough.
Reading my mind, he eased a second finger into me, taking the time to grind the heel of his hand against my clit.
I groaned and slapped a hand against the wall in an attempt to keep my balance.
“More packs want to join us.” He nibbled around the claiming mark, as he tucked a third finger into my body, stretching me until I whimpered. My hips rocked against his, silently