The Biker's Fate Chapter 447

I wrapped my lips around the head of his cock, taking his length as deep as I could, working the shaft with my hand, and jacking him with the same motion of my mouth.

Merrick's hand went to the crown of my head and his fingers dug into my scalp. I knew he was close to coming when his fingers squeezed a little harder. "Rem."

I cupped his balls and took him deeper, jacking just a little faster.

"Fuck, Rem." His hand twitched again. "Now, baby."

I sucked a little harder and he came. Hard. I took every ounce down my throat, then felt myself lifted and dropped onto the bed where my clothes were practically ripped from my body.

Then his mouth was on my pussy and I was writhing against him, trying to figure out a way to hold off my orgasm.

I never found one.

Instead, I came so hard and so fast, I could barely catch my breath, but then Merrick shifted me onto my stomach and lifted my hips, sliding into me and he was building yet another orgasm in me.

Merrick slammed into me. Flesh slapped against flesh as our bodies connected, and an orgasm hovered at the edge. I wanted to come… wanted it more than anything, but I needed this to last. Goosebumps swept across my skin and I knew I wouldn't be able to wait much longer. "Merrick," I begged.

"Wait."

"Baby, I can't."

"Wait, Remington."

I whimpered as his hand connected with my ass, and I forced myself to hold back, but when his palm connected again, I lost my composure.

"Merrick!" I screamed as I came, my pussy contracting around his cock.

He thrust again, then once more, his hand connecting with my bare flesh with a smack, and I cried out as another orgasm hit.

He wasn't far behind and we fell into a heap of sweat and heavy breathing, his arms coming around me and holding me tight. "I love you, Remington."

"I love you too, honey."

"Want you to marry me, baby."

I gasped, rolling to face him. "What?"

"Want to make this permanent."

"Tweety, we've barely known each other a week."

"Two years and a week," he countered.

"You don't think this is a little rash?"

"Nope."

"We don't know each other."

"I'm not saying we have to get married tomorrow. Just want to make it a little more permanent."

"Are you going to stay here with me?"

"I can't. I was hoping you'd come home with me."

"I can't, Merrick."

He sighed. "Then we'll need to figure some shit out."

"Which is why we can't get married."

"Oh, we're getting married, Remington. Have no doubt about that."

"I haven't said yes, Tweety."

"You will," he said, and kissed me gently before sliding off the bed and heading to the bathroom.

I followed him. "I don't think we'll ever make this work."

He disposed of the condom. "I know, Eeyore."

"I'm not being Eeyore about this, Merrick. We live on opposite sides of the country. I don't think I could make a long-distance thing work."

He smiled, then washed his hands and face, totally ignoring my comment.

"Fuck you, Merrick," I snapped and stomped back into his bedroom.

His arm snaked around me and his face burrowed into my neck. "Baby."

"No. You don't get to minimize this."

"I'm not."

"Yes, you are," I argued. "We have a real hurdle here. Not something small or insignificant."

"I know, honey. We'll figure it out."

I turned in his arms and frowned up at him. "How?"

"I don't know yet, but are you willing to figure it out with me?"

I shrugged, tracing my finger over his collarbone.

"Is that a yes or a no?"

I shrugged again.

"Remington, are you being difficult?"

"I don't know, Tweety, am I?"

His lips twitched, and I forced myself not to smile. "Fuck me, you're gorgeous."

"Even when I'm being difficult?"

"Especially when you're being difficult," he whispered, and kissed me.

Before things could get interesting, his phone buzzed on the nightstand, and he answered it without looking at the screen, then scowled. "Hey." He glanced at me. "Yeah, sissy. Yep." He handed the phone to me. "My sister wants a word."

I bit my lip. "Should I be scared?" I whispered.

"Probably."

I took his phone and said, "Hey, Grace."

"Are you fucking kidding me? 'Hey, Grace.' Is that all you have to say?"

"Well—"

"You disappeared. Not cool. In fact, it was a total twat thing to do."

"Well—"

"I'm not finished."

I bit my lip again and stared at Merrick in desperation. He just shook his head and shrugged.

"We are friends, are we not?"

"Of course we are," I said.

"Okay, well, my friends don't disappear without saying goodbye."

"I'm sorry, Grace."

"I don't accept," she snapped. "Not yet, anyway."

"Ah…"

"You don't get to do that again, Remington. I need you to hear me on that. I will put up with a lot of shit, but if we're friends, you don't get to just fuck off and worry me. It's not cool, Rem."

No, I couldn't imagine it would be with everything she'd gone through.

"I know, honey. I really am sorry. From the bottom of my heart."

"I don't want you to apologize, Remi, I want you to never do it again."

"I promise, I'll never do it again."

"Prove it."

"I will, Grace."

"Okay. You can give the phone back to my brother."

I handed the phone back to Merrick, then stepped into the bathroom. I'd fucked up with Grace, and I didn't realize how much until Merrick had filled me in on her trauma. I was a bitch. Now, I just had to figure out how to make it up to her.

"You okay?"

I continued to stare at the sink as I shook my head. "I fucked up, Tweety."

"You didn't fuck up. Erred slightly, but Grace'll forgive you. She probably already has."

I washed my hands, still focusing on the sink, but as I rinsed, the faucet was turned off and I was turned toward Merrick. "You're safe, honey."

"I know."

"Do you?"

I nodded. "Yes."

"Emotionally."

I dropped my eyes. "Oh."

"Oh," he mimicked, lifting my chin and meeting my eyes again. "You're safe in that regard too."

"I'm starting to get that, Tweety."

"Yeah?"

"Yes. I'm just not used to it."

"I get it."

"What happened in the meeting?" I asked.

He sighed.

"You don't have to tell me everything, Merrick. But I am the one being threatened, so I feel I have the right to know something."

"Do you know Seth Backstrom?"

"He's Thomas's cousin. I met him a couple of times, why?"

"He's the one who issued the threats."

I gasped. "Why?"

"Pretty sure he's deep in Thomas's pockets. Or he was when he was alive."

I nodded. "That makes sense, and they were really close, but he was nice. I can't imagine him making threats, let alone murdering anyone."

"Well, he did, baby, so don't minimize this."

"I'm not," I said, and frowned up at him. "What aren't you telling me?"

"Something I have no intention of telling you."

"Because you don't trust me?"

He ran a finger down my cheek. "Because I'm not putting the visual in your head."

"It's bad?" I asked.

"It's worse than bad, Rem," he said. "We've got people watching Michelle."

"Jebus, that is bad."

"Yeah."

"Kennedy's going to freak."

"She's covered."

I shook my head. "No. She dated Seth."

"Fuck me."

"Later," I retorted. "Focus on this right now."

His lips twitched, and he kissed me gently. "I need to let Doc know about Kennedy. He'll want to talk to her."

"You're really going to leave me right now?"

"I don't need to nowadays, baby," he said in a thick old tyme, southern accent. "We got these things, they're texting machines, and I can even make what these newfangled folks call a phone call."

I rolled my eyes. "You're a butt."

He grinned and snagged his phone off the nightstand, firing off a text. "Done."

I bit back a yawn. "I'm going to text Michelle's mom, then can we sleep?"

"Yeah, baby, we can."

I nodded, digging my phone out of my purse and sending a quick text. Her mom texted back that there still wasn't any news, so I curled up against Merrick and quickly fell asleep.