Chapter 8
— Scout —
The blankets carefully being peeled back and a warm body sliding away immediately woke me the next morning. I shot out an arm to stop her while biting back a slice of pain through my elbow.
“Are you going?” I murmured groggily.
Remmy’s curtain of long dark hair shifted over her back as she stretched. “Considering we’re in my cabin, no. I’m going nowhere besides the bathroom.”
I lifted my head up and squinted around the room. “Oh.” I chuckled, then sheepishly scrubbed a hand over my face. “I thought I was in my own room for a hot second.”
Remmy snorted while rounding the bed, naked as the day she was born and not self-conscious about it one bit.
“Scared I was gonna run out on you?” she teased over her shoulder.
I rolled onto my side and watched her round ass swaying from side to side as she crossed the room. I found myself smirking. “Not scared. I would’ve been disappointed though.”
She paused at the bathroom door, and an odd look passed over her face. “I thought after last night you’d be one and done. You know, the thrill of the chase and all that shit.”
A distinct spear of annoyance cut through my gut, and I shifted onto my good elbow. “Are you fucking kidding?” I shook my head. “Not a chance. Especially now that I know you were the mystery woman from the restaurant bathroom back in Portland. This—” I flicked a finger between us “—isn’t going to be a one and done thing. At least from my end.”
Remmy raised a finger and squeezed her thighs tighter together. “Okay, hold that thought. I really need to pee.” Said finger was then flicked my way. “And don’t get too comfy; I’m still debating whether to kick you out or not.”
“You wouldn’t.”
The corner of her lip twitched, and she dipped her chin. “Try me,” she drawled as she closed the bathroom door.
Snickering to myself, I rolled from bed and crossed the room. “Coffee?” I called.
“Definitely.”
I shifted closer to the wooden barrier between us. “How do you have it?”
“Black like my soul.” Her gritty morning laughter had me shaking my head and laughing quietly.
I grabbed out two mugs and shoved a pod into the coffee maker. In the background, the shower turned on, and I willed the coffee to hurry up so I could join Remmy.
With two full coffee mugs in hand, I depressed the bathroom door handle with my non-aching elbow, while calling, “Coming in.”
The glass shower walls were already misted, revealing yet shielding the curves of her silhouette.
“Remmy,” I called, then jumped a little when she screamed.
She de-fogged a strip of glass and glared at me. “Oh my god, you scared me!”
“I called out.” I laughed and held up both mugs. “And I brought coffee. Open up.”
“What?” Her voice pitched despite her sliding the door open. “Coffee in the shower?”
Already being naked, I carefully stepped into the steam beside her, hoping like hell I wouldn’t ass up and spill scalding coffee on my balls.
“Yeah coffee in the shower. Why not?” I carefully handed hers over.
Humming, she inhaled the aroma, then took a tiny sip. “Well, this is new.”
I chuckled after a sip of my own. “Best of three worlds combined.”
A cute-as-fuck pucker appeared between Remmy’s dark eyebrows. “Coffee, shower, and…?”
My eyes drifted up and down her body—and yeah my dick perked—then met her gaze as I took another sip. “Everything, honey.”
For once, Remmy seemed lost for words. She covered the moment with a sip from her mug, then tipped her head back into the water with a blissful sigh.
My fingers wrapped around the nape of her neck, and I ran my thumb down the front of her extended throat. Beneath her delicate skin, her swallow rippled under the pad of my thumb, and I studied her reaction as I squeezed either side of her throat a little tighter. She bit down on the smile that spread across her lips, unable to stop the hint of a giggle from escaping.
I gruffly hummed while stepping closer. Close enough for the tip of my erection to brush against her lower stomach.
Green eyes found mine as her chin dipped, and I pressed my thumb to her bottom lip, opening it slightly.
The forgotten coffee in my hand demanded attention by dropping hot beads onto my foot, making me hiss and Remmy dodge to the side.
“Ah fuck! Coffee’s hot,” I laughed, shaking my foot.
“Don’t spill it on my feet!” she cried.
I looked down, comparing my wider feet with her narrower ones. Before I could comment on her pedicure, slender fingers, complete with long black fingernails, wrapped around my dick and pumped a couple times.
I smirked and looked her dead in the eye. “Not sure why that needs you holding my dick, but I’m totally here for it.”
Her laughter created my own, then I groaned when she twisted and tugged gently.
“Just taking your mind off the superficial burns,” she purred.
“I’m beginning to think bringing coffee into the shower wasn’t the best fucking idea.”
“Mm—” She took a sip from her mug while leisurely running her hand up and down my shaft. “Seems good in theory, but safety wise… it was real stupid.”
My roaring laughter bounced off the tiles around us, until she let out another yelping scream.
“Ouch, fuck, you’re spilling it again!”
The water cut out as soon as Remmy pressed herself to the far wall, mug raised to the side out of spilling danger.
“And great—I just turned the shower off with my ass,” she sassed.
I hugged my stomach as I laughed hard, accidentally sending more coffee sloshing over the side of my mug.
“Scout, you’re spilling it again!” Remmy growled. The mug was then plucked from my grasp. “You’re a fucking liability. Get out.”
I doubled back, holding my stomach with both hands while crowing with laughter to the ceiling. Tears streamed down my cheeks as Remmy’s muttered sassy little retorts kept fueling my humor.
“Scout,” she exclaimed through her own laughter. “My nipples are hard enough to cut diamonds—get your ass out of the shower.”
My attention fell to her pierced nipples, and sure enough, the dark rosy circles were pebbled and pointed directly at me.
“Nope,” Remmy warned, holding the two coffees higher on either side of her body. “Focus. I’d like a towel please.”
Literally at my mercy, hands occupied and body fully exposed, I grinned and cupped her breasts, aware that if I took too much advantage of her predicament, I was sure to have hot coffee tipped on my cock.
“I’ll get you a towel, but since you were touching my dick before, it’s only fair that I get to touch your fun parts too.” My thumbs flicked back and forth over her nipple piercings, and I ran my tongue along my lower lip while watching the pigmented circles surrounding her nipples pucker tighter.
“You’re stunning,” I murmured, meeting her green eyes that had some kind of magic ability to both steal my breath and suspend time.
Her smile tugged. “I bet you say that to all the pretty girls you get naked.”
I shook my head and encroached further into her space, leaning forward until my lips brushed across the shell of her ear, sending a shiver throughout her body.
“Only the pretty ones who can’t push me away because they’ve got their hands full while standing naked in the shower,” I teased.
She pressed her cheek to mine and a faint snicker breezed past my ear. “You don’t realize it, but I’m the one who actually holds all the power here, Ace.”
I ran my nose down hers. “Yeah?”
Her focus flicked down to my mouth, then up again. “Yeah.”
“Do explain,” I drawled, ghosting my lips across hers while my fingers grazed down either side of her torso, leaving rippling goosebumps in their wake.
Remmy ignored another involuntary shiver. “Because all I need to do is drop to my knees, and you’d be putty in my hands again.”
I let out a snort. “Again, honey?”
“Yeah,” she whispered through a coy smile. “Again.”
Determined to get the upper hand in a non-existent competition, I ran my lower lip across hers, tempting her just enough that her chest thrust higher, then stepped back.
Without a word, I reached for a towel, shook it out, then wrapped it around Remmy’s back. As I secured the corner in her cleavage, I met her eyes.
“And all I need to do is this.” With a kiss on her cheek that left her mouth hanging ajar, I stepped from the shower and looped a towel around my waist.
As I made my way into the bedroom, I heard the crack of mugs meeting the bathroom vanity top, then Remmy’s hurried footsteps. She yanked my towel off my hips without warning, then shoved me onto the bed. I could have caught my balance, but I twisted so my upper back hit the mattress while my feet stayed planted on the floor, giving her the perfect invitation.
She didn’t pass it up either. Shoving my knees wider, she stalked between them.
I grinned and laced my fingers behind my head. “Now whatcha gonna do, honey?”
Her eyes darkened to a new shade of green as she shoved her dripping wet hair away from her face. “Now, I’m gonna give you the best blow job you’ve ever had in your life.”
I snickered and bucked my hips a little, hard cock bouncing against my lower stomach. “Oh yeah?”
No verbal reply came, just a sinful smirk before she took my dick in her hand, then flicked the pierced tip with her tongue. After licking and sucking the head, she took me into her mouth. All the way. To my balls. Without warning, and without giving me a heads up to grip the goddamn sheets.
As more blood flowed to my dick, the only two words I could think of were holy shit .