Free Remy by Katy Evans Page A

of my life.
    She looks into my face, the look in her eyes soft and giving, and every inch of me wants to
take
what she’ll give me. I reach out, spin her around, and crush her body against mine. I dive hungrily to her lovely neck, brushing her hair to the side, and pressing into her spine, inhaling her like a madman. Her scent curls around me and I part my mouth, hungrily grazing her skin with my teeth before my tongue flashes out for a taste of her.
    She moans as she reaches up behind her, locking my head to her neck as the crowd dances around us. I grab her hips and pull her harder against my cock and, holy God, I want her.
    Heart pounding, I spin her once. Then, her gold eyes lock to mine, I see they’re liquid with wanting. I’m shaking with need as I grab her chin in one open hand and gently nuzzle her.
    “Do you know what you’re asking for?” My voice is husky with arousal. “Do you, Brooke?”
    She doesn’t reply, so I grab her ass and haul her closer, my mouth almost on hers. I want to have her now. Tonight. I want to wrap my hands in her hair while I pound inside her, I want to smell her desire all over me and drown my tongue in her taste. She slides her fingers up my chest, into my hair.
    “Yes.” As she pushes up on her toes, she pulls me down by the head, and suddenly her body slams into mine. My arms fly out to steady her.
    “If it isn’t Riptide and his new pussy,” some dipshit sneers behind her.
    Over her dark head, I see the motherfucker.
    Scorpion.
    A human-size insect, wearing his usual shit-eating smirk, while his three goons flock his side.
    The thing about fighting is you never know when to stop. They just shoved Brooke, and I want to shove each of them back to the ground, then break their arms in half. I fucking can’t—and even if I could, right this moment I’d rather take her away from these motherfuckers than stay here and punch their faces in.
    “What’s your girlfriend’s name? Whose name does she call out when you fuck her, huh?”
    Gathering a piece of her top in my fist, I use it to guide her out of the dance floor, then I turn her to me and block Scorpion’s view of her with my body. “Go back with Riley and ask him to take you to the hotel,” I quietly tell her.
    She meets my gaze. “You can’t get in a fight, Remy.”
    “We’re talking to you, douche-nozzle,” I hear from over my shoulder.
    “I heard you, asshole, I just don’t give a fuck what you have to say,” I shoot back.
    I sense him move and swing around in time to see his fist coming and duck, then I shove him hard enough to slam his ass to the floor. Grabbing the other one by the shirt, I push him back a couple of steps. “Take a hike or I’ll cut your fucking balls off and then feed them to your mother!” I growl as I grab the other two and shove them back, and when the first one stands and approaches me from behind, I let my elbow swing back, high.
    His nose cracks under my bone, and he howls.
    “Sorry, dude, my bad,” I say.
    Scorpion is grinning. I find myself bloodthirsty enough to grin back.
You happy I’m about to break your skull in two, motherfucker?
    Then, suddenly, Brooke materializes from out of nowhere with two bottles, and she’s whipping them up in the air and crashes them over the two bastard’s heads. Glass explodes and rains down on the floor, then she runs back to the bar so fucking fast she’s like a little bullet.
    I would be highly amused if every single protective instinct inside me hadn’t shot off the charts, and if she hadn’t run back with a third bottle—
a third fucking bottle!
    I grab it from her hand before she can do anything and nudge her back toward the bar, where I slam it down hard. Then I toss her over my shoulder and charge back to the private rooms. I swear if I don’t get her out of here right now, I’m going to end up
killing
someone.
    Brooke squirms and tries to pry herself free, slamming her fists into my back, complaining, “Remington!”
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