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The door is half open and when I step in, Remi opens the bathroom door in just a pair of the tiniest sleep shorts and top. Her nipples poke through the thin fabric and I can’t help the groan that escapes my throat.
“Pretty girl, you’re making it hard for me to take this slow,” I say, licking my lips and staring at her ample chest. My hand moves to my thickening dick, slowly adjusting myself.
Her eyes follow my hand and I watch her swallow.
“It’s been a long few days, Rhett. I need some sleep.” It looks like she has to physically tear herself away from me as she treks to the furthest side of the bed, and away from the door.
“I don’t mind if you just lay there and take it, letting me do all the work,” I say.
Even from across the mattress I can see her cheeks blush, and it has nothing to do with the hot shower she just took.
Remi shakes her head and turns her attention to tossing the decorative pillows off the top of the made-up bed. I reach for the two on my side and she halts her movement.
“What are you doing?” she questions, her eyebrows pinched close together.
“Helping get ready for bed,” I casually say like she’s the one talking crazy.
“You can’t…we shouldn’t—”
“We’re just sleeping, pretty girl,” I say with a lift to one shoulder. “Unless you want more. Then I’d happily indulge in that type of activity.”
“Where’d you stay last night?”
“The clubhouse,” I inform her, then pull back the comforter.
“Well, there’s a guest room—”
“It’s too small.” I grip the back of my shirt and pull it off in one swoop.
“I-well…”
“You’re overthinking this, Remi,” I tell her and take a seat on the edge of the bed, pulling my riding boots off.
“I don’t want Ryder to get the wrong idea,” she says, and I turn my head over my shoulder.
“I think our boy would be okay if his parents slept in the same bed.”
“You—”
“Get in bed, pretty girl,” I clip.
Remi lets out a huff but then complies. She’s had fourteen years of doing things on her own and being the sole parent. It’s time she takes a break and lets me take charge of some things where she and Ryder are concerned.
I start to recline back and a thought hits me in the face. “When was the last time you changed the sheets?”
“What?” she asks, pulling her side of the sheet down, about to get under the covers. “A few days ago, when I did laundry.”
“You have a man in here after you changed them?”
Her mouth drops open in shock that I’d ask this, but doesn’t confirm nor deny.
“Are you serious right now?” Her eyes are starting to flare and I feel her wrath about to explode. “Do you change the sheets after you fuck?” she tosses back at me. She’s got me there but I’m not budging on this.
“This is our new beginning and I’m not about to sleep in sheets you fucked another man in,” I hold firm.
“New beginning? Rhett what the hell are you rambling on about,” she states as I push up off the bed and stand, towering over the mattress. “We just saw each other after fourteen years. You’re acting like we’re gonna pick right back up from when we were sixteen-year-old kids.”
I take the initiative and start pulling the comforter towards the bottom of the bed and onto the floor. Remi just stares at me for a minute, processing our conversation and that I’m changing the fucking sheets. I reach up and grab the thin sheet and come up with resistance. Remi holds onto her side of the bedding, defiance in her posture as her hands fist the material. I’m stronger so with a hard yank I tug, and the fabric shoots out of her grip and finds itself in a pile in the corner of the room.
