Total pages in book: 152
Estimated words: 155037 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 775(@200wpm)___ 620(@250wpm)___ 517(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 155037 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 775(@200wpm)___ 620(@250wpm)___ 517(@300wpm)
“Um, men do care,” Remy said sternly. “When they care about the safety and comfort of their partner.”
Oh. Drat.
“Said that out loud, huh?” she grumbled.
“You did.” Loki grinned down at her.
She groaned. “Since when did I start saying what I think? And why is half of the stuff that comes out of my mouth to do with sex?”
“Maybe you’ve just got sex on your mind,” Loki murmured. “Perhaps you’re the one who needs my mouth on you.”
She sucked in a sharp breath. “You . . . you want to do that?”
“Oh yeah, Tink. What do you think I jerk off to most nights? The idea of spreading your legs, of licking your pussy, of hearing you scream . . . fuck. I need that right now.”
“Inside,” Remy said.
“Here,” she countered.
“Isabelle, look at me,” Remy commanded.
Ooh. That was a stern voice. She turned her head immediately. He clasped her chin, holding her head still.
“You need to learn who is in charge,” Remy said. “And it’s not you. You’re fucking cute when you’re sassy, but you’re going to learn to obey your Doms.”
Oh. God.
Her Doms.
The two of them.
A sniffle escaped her and Loki let out an alarmed noise. “What is it? What’s wrong? Fuck, what did you do, Remy?”
“He didn’t do anything.” Shit. She needed to deescalate this quick before Loki lost his mind. “I’m just . . . what he said made me happy. Both of you being mine. I can’t believe it. And I know I’m acting like a dork, but I can’t help it.”
She buried her face in Loki’s chest and he tightened his arms around her.
“Hey, you’re all right,” Loki told her. “No one thinks you’re a dork.”
“And you shouldn’t be calling yourself a dork,” Remy added in a low voice. His hand went behind her neck, squeezing it. Grounding her.
She turned to look at him.
“What are your feelings?” he asked.
“Valid.”
“Damn fucking right they are,” Loki added. “Um, what’s happening right now?”
She had to grin. Then she snorted. “I was repeating one of Dad’s favorite sayings and Remy overheard me. He told me that I’m allowed to feel how I feel. And not to suppress it.”
“What saying was that? No, let me guess. Hmm. Was it, ‘there’s only one winner, everyone else is a loser?’”
“Dear Lord,” Remy muttered.
“No,” she said. “That’s a good one, though.”
“What about, ‘girls don’t have the right minds for maths and science.’”
“Another winner,” she muttered. “No, it was, ‘Big girls don’t cry.’”
“Ahh yep. Another great one from dear old Dad.”
“You won’t be seeing him again,” Remy stated.
“Um.” What?
“You will not see that man again.” Remy’s voice was cold, full of command, but she heard a hint of something else.
Anger.
No, fury.
“It’s all right. I rarely see him. Just usually Thanksgiving. Sometimes Christmas.” She reached over and touched his arm. Shit. He was so tense.
“He needs you. But I haven’t forgotten the blow job conversation,” Loki whispered to her as he lifted her onto Remy’s lap.
Remy immediately drew her close. “Don’t want him near you.”
“It’s all right, I’m over all that. He doesn’t have the power to hurt me anymore.” Not quite true, but she thought that was what Remy needed to hear.
“Don’t,” he said in a stern voice. “Don’t tell me what you think I want to hear. Understand?”
“I . . . yeah. I understand.”
“She does that a lot,” Loki said. “She’ll tell you sorry for stuff that isn’t her fault because she thinks it will appease you. Because that’s what he taught her to do. That she had to change who she was to be who he wanted. But she’s fucking everything just the way she is.”
Isa sucked in a breath. She wasn’t sure she’d ever heard Loki speak like that. He sounded . . . so passionate. So fierce.
About her.
“I still have to see him. My brothers . . .”
“Are old enough to come see you,” Remy told her. “And that’s what I’ll tell them.”
Shoot. She didn’t want to lose her brothers over this. What if they refused to see her?
But every time she went back to see her dad, her stress levels went sky high. She was a nervous wreck for two weeks beforehand. Barely eating or sleeping and driving Loki up the wall with worry.
So maybe Remy was right.
“I’ll . . . I’ll think about it,” she said. Although she got the feeling that Remy had made his mind up.
He might have her best interests at heart and she’d take what he said into consideration. But it was still her life. Her family.
“Fuck,” Remy muttered. “I know that was pushy and you can tell me to fucking shove it. I just want you happy.”
She sighed, leaning into Remy. “I know. Families are hard.” Then she winced because Loki didn’t have a family anymore. “Sorry. I know I’m lucky to have one.” She reached out and Loki slid his hand into hers.