He’s spying on us now, and he’s going to do his best to sabotage you this year. the fucking bastard cheated to win, and he knows he’s going to lose as long as you’re fighting this season. His fingers trace down my back as he downs the bottle, and Pete is left scratching and shaking his head in complete confusion. Then he shifts me to one of his thighs so he can grab his sports drink from the table and finally looks at Pete, his voice low but firm. He kicks the chair farther out and drops down, hauling me with him. “Good morning, Brooke Dumas.” My tummy clenches in response to that, and with the soft kiss he sets on my ear, my knees going buttery, because he always does this to me, and as Pete’s voice repeats what he just said, I start stepping away, but Remington won’t let me. Remington growls my name softly, low and deep, in the way he does when he fucks. “Remington, are you listening to me?” Pete asks. Shit, he kills me when he does that, and between my legs, I feel a painful little clench of need. I’m breathless when he ducks his head to my neck and drags in a long, deep inhale of me. He bends his head and sets a kiss on the back of my ear as he spreads his hand open on the small of my back, stroking up to the RIPTIDE letters on the back, as if to remind me they are there.
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