Remy
Standing in the book store, two of his bodyguards towered behind me. Dismay dimmed my eyes at the crappy outfit I was wearing today. Wearing one of his button up navy shirts with a skinny black belt and tights, my boots scratched at the worn wooden floor. This eighties look was the last thing I wanted to be out in, another woman complimenting my outfit. What did they see in me? The only thing I was a monster in disguise. Picking out three packages of my favorite pens, I had to pick up a special order. Picking up the complete collections of my favorite authors, a sense of pride swelled in my chest. Walking up to the counter, the friendly clerk pulled out three black leather notebooks with the name Lucas carved into them. Fishing around my pocket, I paid the man with my own card. It was time to use the money I earned from all of my hard work.
"Congratulations, Remy." The clerk commented with a bright smile, her finger pointing to my bump. "I was wondering when you would find the one." Scarlet colored my cheeks, my hand falling to my bump. Smiling back at her nervously, she continued to compliment my outfit and me. Snapping back to reality, I excused myself. Walking back into the mall, I needed to make a couple of more stops. Holding my heavy bag, I paused in front of the lingerie store. Entering the store, something told me that he would love to see me in a cowgirl outfit. Asking them to turn around, I picked up my current size. Asking to use the dressing room, it took a bit to get it on. Tying the front of the shirt, my jaw dropped in the mirror. My impressive breasts looked phenomenal, the shorts showing off my bump. Rubbing it with my palm, the future was here. Taking it off, this was going to stun him. Getting my outfit back on, scarlet colored my cheeks at the emerald green plaid top peaking out. Paying for the surprise, I had to get cowgirl boots and a hat. Wondering what to get Domy, I would make him one of my pieces of art. He had everything he needed so I should probably get my supplies for my oil pastel project. Stopping in a couple of more stores, neither bodyguard offered to help me. Walking into the art store, they both towered over me as I went right to the necessary aisles. Heading home was awkward with them sitting in the back with me in the town car Domy rented out for me. Rushing in, the giants of human beings guarded the door as I ran in. I had five hours until anyone came home. Wrapping Lucas's gifts, it was time to make Domy's gift. Organizing everything on the floor, the canvas taunted me. Two hours passed, tears welled up in my eyes. A perfect portrait of us in a garden of yellow roses stared up at me, the only color being the bright yellow roses in the garden. Dropping it into a simple black frame, a quick wrap job had it ready for Christmas at my cabin. Running into the kitchen, it was time to make the dessert that Domy asked me to prepare. Washing my hands, the frosted brownies were done the moment they both entered the door with wrapped presents. Packing up the brownies, they set the bags in the the corner. Domy rushed upstairs to change into a more comfortable outfit. Coming back down in a lighter black button up and dark jeans, my heart skipped a beat. Leaping into his arms, he spun me around. It was as if last night didn't happen, his lips kissing my forehead. Lucas hovered behind him, my arms opening up for him. Embracing me with his usual bear hug, I hadn't seen him all day. Letting him go, he mentioned that he didn't have any homework. He must have picked him up early, our vacation was mere hours away. Struggling not to cry, my bright smile did little to hide it.
"Where are we going?" I inquired oddly, watching the bodyguards go home. "I made the dessert like you asked." Saying nothing, the two of them dragged me out to a new black SUV. Presenting it like a prize, Domy's throat clearing. Clutching my hands to my chest, he didn't have to do such a thing.
"I realized that my previous car was stupid, so I decided to get a bigger car. I had ordered it the moment I knew you were pregnant. The doors and glass are bulletproof. It is perfectly safe. I even got it for half price. Do you like it?" He announced with a million dollars, his face lighting up. Climbing into the passenger seat, Lucas took the brownies from me. Clipping my seat belt, the dark wood grain was nice. The boys hopped in, the engine roaring to life. Staring numbly out the window, Domy grabbed my hand. My heart fluttered, the guilt of my danger forced him to buy this vehicle. Being a burden again, the harsh words of everyone else filled up the space in my head. His voice snapped me out of my downward spiral, my depression forcing me to flash a bright smile.
"You look fantastic today." He complimented in a husky tone, my face falling. "Do your clothes not fit anymore?" Shooting him a death glare, he must have known the answer. Lucas called out my name, his attempt to diffuse the situation worked. Looking back at him, a quiet fury was burning in my eyes.
"It's only natural, right? You are carrying a child." He choked out with a nervous smile, waiting for me to snap at him. "I think you look beautiful today." Massaging my forehead, they were only trying to be nice. I was still working out, the vintage clothes not giving me much room. The biggest problem was the chest area, the shirt irritating my nipples. Ignoring every conflicting emotion, he peeled onto the road. Staring numbly out the window, the trees turned into a neighborhood ten minutes outside of his rich neighborhood. Pulling up to a white ranch, he turned off the engine. Helping me out, Domy knocked on the door. Dustin opened up the door, his casual outfit of a simple navy t-shirt and dark jeans looking good on him. Letting us in, my body began to tremble. Lilianna stood in front of me with her daughter, my husband preventing me from leaving. Holding Lucas in his other hand, his crush was her daughter. Lilianna offered me her hand, her straight gray hair falling off her shoulder. Taking her hand, she yanked me into a desperate embrace. Salty emotions soaked my shoulders, thousands of thanks flooded from her lips. Hugging her back, a flood of tears cascaded from my eyes. Struggling to keep my composure, she held me by my shoulders. Memories of that night flooded in my mind, all of it hitting me at once.
"You grew up into a lovely young lady. I love this outfit." She commented with a wide grin, her ocean blue eyes falling on my bump. "Congratulations. You are going to be the best mother. Come on in for dinner. How are you doing, Lucas? It's been a while since you came over here to hang out with Bella." A shy seventeen year old girl came out from behind her, her silky onyx hair reminding me of what her mother looked like when I saved her. Her ocean blue eyes wouldn't leave Lucas, both of them staring at each other with lust in their eyes. Wiping away my tears, Bella played with her navy sweater dress, the turtleneck emphasizing her ample breasts. Damn, the two of them loved each other.
"If you are looking for some vintage maternity clothes, I have my mother's clothes in the attic. She was about your size. Would you like them?" Lilianna offered sincerely, calling for Dustin to go get them. "Please relax and have a lovely evening." Guiding me into the dining room, a salad was waiting for us. Bringing out a couple of chicken pot pies, Dustin came down with a big box labeled maternity. Another quick memory stunned me for a moment, every breath growing shorter discreetly. Opening it up, he made sure there weren't any creatures coming out. Closing the box, he took his spot next to his sister. Wondering where her husband was, the urn sitting on the shelf gave me my answer. Bella glued herself to Lucas's side, Lucas struggled with her sneaky affection. Setting the brownies on the table, a tender blush rose to their cheeks at the slightest touch. How adorable?
"I remember you telling me that you loved chicken pot pie to calm me down before you sent me away. To thank you, I made you chicken pot pie." She stammered nervously, waiting for my response. Touched by her kindness, my hands held hers. Examining her closer, her skin looked flawless for someone in her mid-thirties. I didn't deserve this. The victims died because I didn't have the ability to stop my parents. Regret was staring me in my face, the room beginning to spin.
"Thank you. I am so glad you remembered. I made some frosted brownies." I returned with a light chuckle, relief dawning on her face as we all sat down."Let's eat." Taking what we wanted, all of us broke into a pleasant conversation at the worn round table. My quiet panic attack rested underneath the bright smile on my face, my mental state was decaying by the second. The chicken pot pie was magnificent, every bite melted in my mouth. Finishing up my plate, pride glistened in her eyes. Fishing around my pocket, I slid over my card. She needed to know that I was there for her as friend and ally in this fucked up world.
"Call me anytime you want. I consider you a friend." I chirped jovially, her face lighting up even more. "I think that you are awesome. I might want this chicken pot pie recipe to make it at home. Thanks for everything. Oh, yes! Dessert." Placing it in the middle,she served us all a brownie. Staring out the window, I thought I saw someone moving outside the window. Shaking my head, the conversation picked up again. Going well into the evening, we hovered by the door. Domy wished them a good evening. Lilianna smothered me with another hug while Lucas struggled to hold the box of clothes. Bella pecked him on the cheek before running away with a scarlet face, Lucas not doing much better. Climbing into the car, we all clipped in our seat belts at the same time. The engine rumbled to life, the tires crunching onto the road. Music kept the drive home short, Lucas carrying the box in. Setting it down on the counter, he excused himself to go back. Smiling softly to myself, someone was in love. Setting the dresses on the counter, the dryer sheets had kept them in immaculate condition.
"She kept them preserved for me." I wept uncontrollably, cursing my hormones. "She saved these for me. I don't deserve this." Embracing me from behind, his chin rested on my head. Marveling at the pristine silks and woven materials, this was the real deal. Spinning me around, his lips kissed mine feverishly. A tender blush rose to my cheeks, his crooked grin curling to life. Setting the clothes back in the box, he pushed it to the side. Undoing my buttons one by one, my thighs rubbed together. Brushing his lips against my bare skin, Lucas came downstairs with my packed suitcase alongside his. Rolling his eyes, he took a seat on the couch.
"Gross." He commented with a sly grin, texting on his phone. "I can't wait to get out of here. We are leaving tonight, right?" Nodding my head once, the sound of my boots hitting the floor echoed in the house. Dancing into the kitchen, this was going to be my first real Christmas. Packing up the food, we were going to order Chinese from my favorite place for Christmas like I always did. Humming to myself, Domy buttoned me up from behind. Kissing the top of my head, the boys began to load up the back. Finishing up, I glanced around to make sure I had everything. Seeing that everything was packed up, I let out a long sigh. Glancing outside, Lucas already had his headphones over her ears. A pair of hands touching made me jump into the air, my husband laughing heartily behind me. Tossing me over his shoulders, the feeling of him carrying me made my heart flutter wildly.
"I can't help but to think you that you like to be carried over my shoulder." He teased lightly, pecking my cheek. "Time to have fun." Locking the door behind us, metal doors came down over all the glass. Placing me in my seat, his hands cupped my face. Pressing his lips against mine hungrily, someone wanted some extra dessert. Hopping into his side, we had to leave before the storm hit the area. Holding the wheel, he didn't know how to drive in that type of weather. Let me protect them for once in my life.
"I think we should switch sides. I am aware that you grew up in New York like me but the weather is shit over there. May I drive?" Switching sides with me, a quiet fear glistened underneath his smile. Driving onto the road, I typed in the address of my cabin. Hopefully the people I paid to maintain the property were doing their job. Sitting in an oppressive silence, my fingers turned on the rock station. Staring straight ahead, a blizzard began its hellish hold on the land within an hour. We were only halfway there, my lips pressing into a thin line. Turning up the heat, the stress level in my mind was going up. This was worse than I expected, the snow fluttering wildly. Hopefully his old man made it there safely with his ornaments in tow. Stopping at a gas station, Domy told me that he would fill up the tank to keep me safe. Using that time to put on my light winter coat, the last twenty minutes were going to get rough. Climbing back in, several inches of snow covered him. Pulling back onto the road, I took a deep breath. Sticking to a slow enough speed to keep the traction, Lucas bit his nails with all of his brewing anxiety. Squealing to halt, I got out to unlock the gate. Pushing it open, the seat whined as I sat back in my seat. Pulling up enough to lock it, Lucas protested as I locked it back up. Shivering as I climbed back in, my real smile illuminated my features at his father waving from the window. Crunching through the snow into my garage, his father must have borrowed a friend's truck. Letting us in, Domy gave him a big bear hug. Noting his latest security system on my wall, his finger pointed to it.
"I had to get the best to stop everyone from murdering me." I joked lightly, my eyes lighting up the Christmas tree. "She is beautiful. You didn't have to bring your own tree." Yanking me into one of his bear hugs, his ugly Christmas sweater felt soft against my skin. Typing in my code, the security system activated themselves. Feeling safer than usual, we all watched the snow fall down. Lucas hugged him awkwardly, the two of them walking off. Admiring the giant A-Frame protecting us from the snow, the natural wood lining the wall relaxed me.
"So this is Castle Remy." Domy remarked gruffly, spinning me around. "I love you, my yellow rose. Shall we go to bed and reconvene in the morning?" Grunts answered us, Lucas heading upstairs to one of the many guest bedrooms. His old man wished us a good night, my body shaking in my spot. Taking him to the master bedroom, his jaw dropped at the serene blues painting the wall. Touching the plush navy comforter, I sat him down on the bed. Running into the bathroom with my surprise outfit for him, my current outfit hit the floor. Tugging on the top, the tie was having more issues than earlier. Letting out a sigh of relief, I was one breath from falling out. Tugging on the matching shorts, my feet slid into the dark cowboy boots. I purchased Twisting my hair into perfect pigtails, my trembling fingers dropped a black cowgirl hat onto my head. Picking up the silky rope lasso, I poked my head out.
"Close your eyes." I begged anxiously, watching him close his eyes. Coming out slowly, the groaning wood nearly gave me away. Sitting down on his lap, my breath hitched at how close he was to me. Dropping the lasso over his head, I tightened it over his arms. Taking a deep breath, my mind taking a second to brace myself for his reaction.
"Open them." I whispered shyly, the widest grin dancing across his face. "Do you still want those pictures?" Laughing nervously to myself, his head bobbed up and down. Climbing onto the bed, I waited for him to pose me the way he wanted. Moving my arms and legs gingerly, scarlet colored my cheeks at him stepping back with his phone. His hand shook uncontrollably, my steady hands taking the phone from him. Taking photo after photo in different positions, my real smile made the pictures all the better. One last photo would have to do, my fingers undoing the tie holding up my heavy breasts. Bouncing out of their confines, he leaned on the worn bedpost as I snapped the perfect shot. Sliding his phone back over to him, husky groans poured from his lips with every pause. Rubbing his stiff cock, his pants dropped to the floor. Unbuttoning his shirt slowly, he swiped my phone off the bureau. Opening his shirt slightly, my jaw dropped at him snapping photos of his godlike body. Sliding my fingers down my shorts, the tips of my fingers danced on the tip of my clit. Setting my phone down, he sauntered over to me. His shirt floated to the floor, his strong hand pinning me to the bed. Kissing the nape of my neck, his other hand played roughly with my breasts. Ripping off my shorts, my cowboy hat hit the floor with a soft thud. Lifting me over his face, my lips pressed into a thin line.
"Take a seat and I will show you all the tricks I learned over the years, my yellow rose." He promised with a sly grin, his hands lowering me down. Euphoria crashed through me the moment his lips curled around my swollen clit. Gripping the bedpost with vigor, my hips bucked harder with each passing second. His name burst from my lips, his tongue doing something else. That's a devil's trick, damn it! Smacking my ass, all of my composure was gone. Unable to control myself, an orgasmic cry escaped my lips. Lifting me up, his strength turned me on. Setting me up in the reverse cowgirl position, a gruff groan poured from his lips the moment I sank down onto his thick girth. Swinging my hips around as if I was riding a bull, his rough slaps made me cry out in pure ecstasy. Shit! This was too much fun. Sitting up on his haunches, he took me with him. Curling his arm around my bump, my body melted into his the moment he nibbled on my ear.
"I needed to return the favor, so give me your lasso, little cowgirl." He ordered seductively, my trembling hands passing the silky rope to him. Dropping it over my hand, he tightened it around my arms. Sliding his hands down to my hips, my walls hugged his stiff cock tighter with every lift up and down. Yanking my head back, his lips smashed into mine hungrily. Refusing to let me go, his tongue danced with mine. Forcing me into the doggy position, his name burst from my lips the moment he jammed himself in. This felt too euphoric to be real.
"That won't do. I need you to shout out yee haw until I fill you up with my hot seed." He whispered huskily into my ear, chills running up my spine. "What do you say?" Biting my lips, this felt so good.
"Yee haw." I stammered nervously, his head shaking. "Fuck, this so much fun. Yee haw, sherriff!" Perking up at my nickname, his palms ran along my body. Ignoring the pain I was feeling, it made the pleasure that much better. Every wild buck had me yelling out yee haw louder and louder, my hips grinding with his. Getting closer to my next orgasm, he wasn't far off. Wanting to be close to him, he paused oddly as I spun myself around. Snaking my legs around his waist, my teeth pierced my lips as I lowered myself onto his thick girth. Draping my arms around his neck, my lips smashed into his roughly. Our hips moved to the same rhythm, our hot bodies pressed against one another made the moment hotter. Brushing my lips against the nape of his neck, his salty sweat left a salty taste on my tongue.
"Ssstop, Remy." He begged adorably, his hands sliding down to my hips. Alas, it was too late. We cried out each other's name as we came together, my shaking body collapsing into his arms. Unable to move, my leg was screaming out in pain. Laying me down, he excused himself to get me an ice pack. Coming back within a few moments, he rested the wrapped ice pack on the wound annoying my leg.
"Sorry, I wanted sex." I apologized sincerely, watching him take off my boots. "I thought I was okay." Checking my shoulder, I was used to the dull throbbing radiating from it. Shaking his head, his lips brushed against the stitches. Why did he have to care so much? None of this was deserved by me, my hands shaking slightly.
"I don't understand you. You are pushing yourself too hard." He teased lovingly, his warm smile making my heart skip a beat. "Please don't feel forced to do things again." Sitting up, his eyes fell on the blizzard raging outside.
"I see why you like it up here. My family used to go to our log cabin during Christmas until my mother won that in the divorce. My father and I would decorate the tree and make cookies while my other siblings would brag about god knows what on their social media page. Then on snow days my father would watch me and play with me all day long. Those were my favorite days." He sighed happily, resting his other hand on my bump. "He made sure that my childhood was amazing and I appreciate him for that. I love my father." Hurt dimmed my eyes, my fists clenching. Brushing that off, I had a family now. Flashing him my genuine smile, the concern melted away from his face. Reaching for my phone, he dropped it into my palm with a sly grin. Scarlet painted my cheeks at the pictures he took, pride swelling into his eyes. Hugging my phone to my chest, this Christmas was going to be amazing.