Chapter 18
— Remmy —
Promises, promises , I thought to myself. The day I needed to re-hydrate from orgasm depletion was the day I’d collar and chain myself to a man’s heels. In other words, that wasn’t fucking happening. I had to hand it to Scout though, his confidence was on point.
Since he’d invited himself for a booty call I wouldn’t say no to, I first tidied my apartment before heading out to run errands and stop by the grocery store. If Scout lived up to his promises, we’d both need sustenance.
Arriving back home with hours to spare before this evening, I pulled up my FootFet account. Two new requests since yesterday waited for me. The first was going to be messy. And the second was going to take a little set up.
With my tripod and camera set up, plus my trusty machine plugged in and switched out for the skin-colored dildo, I stripped off my socks and pressed record.
This client liked slow teasing at the start before being hit hard with the erotic stuff. I drizzled lube over my feet and sensually smoothed it about with my toes, then poured on more so my feet and toes glistened in the ring light.
I made sure to have the lead-in time long enough to build anticipation before grazing my toes down the length of the ten-inch silicone dildo attached to my sex machine—best business investment ever for making income as well as satisfying my needs.
While one foot teased the head of the dildo, my other slowly ran across the balls. Then for the money shot: The one where I pressed my soles together above the tip, then slowly slid them down the length of the shaft. Inch by inch, the ribbed dildo smoothed across my instep where the pretty mandala tattoos remained hidden for times like these.
The muscles in my legs began to warm, and my abdominals engaged harder to keep my balance as I ran my feet up and down the dildo. Every now and then, I squirted a little more lube onto the tip and splayed my toes to slide around the head before fucking it with my feet again. With five minutes looming, I was deep into contemplating how to end the session when loud rapping on my apartment door made my movements falter. Then work faster, simulating a dude about to blow his load, all while the impatient knocking on my door thudded again.
With a final, deliberately slow graze of my toes over the head and down the shaft, I stopped the recording and reached for a towel.
A third impatient knock accompanied my name being called.
Shit, Scout was early!
“Hold on a second,” I yelled while I frantically toweled off as much lube as possible.
I barely slowed to blindly pull the spare bedroom door closed as I hurried through it, then ran for the door on feet that skidded on the entrance tiles.
I hit the door with a thud , then breathlessly disengaged the lock. Nothing short of a hot mess, I swung the door open and tried my hardest to be light and breezy. “Hey, I wasn’t expecting you until later.”
Scout’s frown pulled a little lower. “I was knocking for ages. Did you not hear?”
“Yeah I did. I was just a little busy. Come in.”
It then hit me that this was the first time Scout had been to my apartment. The panic had taken away the nervous anticipation of his arrival, but it hit home with full force as he strolled into my private space.
“Nice digs.”
“Thanks.”
And it was nice—that was why I’d picked this particular apartment. The white walls, flooring, and counters were a perfect mix of pretty and sleek, and I’d added pops of browns and oranges to the living room for some contrast of fall-inspired color.
“You’re looking a little flushed, Remmy,” Scout drawled, still with his back to me. “What have you been up to?”
“Working out.” Technically, and according to the residual muscle ache in my stomach and legs, it wasn’t a lie. “Hence why I wasn’t expecting you so soon.”
My heart kicked when he whirled without warning and pinned me with an intense stare. “In daisy dukes?”
I looked down at my tiny denim shorts, then back to him. “Yeah. Do you have a problem with that?”
He snorted. “Nope. I just hope your thighs didn’t chafe,” he elaborated with a flippant lift of his hand.
“Thanks for your concern, but my thighs are fine.”
“Lock that.” The demand was accompanied by a finger aimed at the door.
Irritation rose up my chest. I fucking hated being told what to do. It literally made me want to do the opposite. So, I anchored my bare feet on the floor, folded my arms over my chest, and lifted my chin in defiance. “Don’t speak to me like that.”
Scout’s eyebrows hit his styled hairline. “Tell you what to do?”
“Yes. I’m not a click your fingers, and I’ll come running kind of girl. In fact…” I swiveled on my heel and retraced my steps to my apartment door. Holding his eye contact, I opened the door with a flourish and gestured for him to roll out.
“...You can take your attitude and check it at the threshold.”
I swear amusement tugged at the corners of Scout’s mouth. It warred with the heat burning in his eyes and the tension coiled throughout his shoulders.
He erased the space between us, and without warning, had the door slammed closed and my back pressed hard against it.
His shallow breath skipped across my ear, sending a wave of goosebumps skittering across my shoulder blades. “Is checking it here okay?”
Filled with anticipation, my breath held a shameless quaver. “Depends on if you’re going to be an ass again.”
A low rumbling chuckle vibrated against my neck, then the familiar click of the door lock engaging cut through the thick air. Butterflies took flight in my belly as Scout’s fingers grazed down the curve of my waist.
“I don’t make promises I may not be able to keep, honey.”
A scoff left my mouth. “Spoken like a true egotistical sports jock.”
I fought to keep the edge to my voice as his fingertips danced between my legs, teasing and suggestive. “I’m a small-town boy at heart. I may be an egotistical ass on the diamond, but I was raised to treat a woman right.”
The shiver that shot down my spine created a low snicker deep within Scout’s chest. My lungs, damn them, refused to inflate. An uncontrollable tremor of suspense thrummed throughout my body. It pulled the invisible strap around my chest tighter while weakening my knees.
I smirked, trying to get the giddy flip of my stomach under control. “That’s good, because this bitch can be needy.”
“I wouldn’t call you needy. I’d call you… assertive.” Another of his deep chuckles had my smile forming.
“That’s an understatement. You have no idea what you’re getting yourself into, Ace. My advice is to run while you still can.”
It sounded like a joke, but I meant it. I needed a guy who could handle all of me. Someone who wasn’t prone to jealousy. Who could see what I did for a living for what it was—making money.
Scout claimed my mouth with a searing kiss that caught me off guard. It took a second to react before I slung my arms around his shoulders and kissed him back. With my leg hooked over his hip and held in place with his large hand, Scout ground against me with urgency that had me gasping against his mouth.
“Run, Remmy,” he growled.
“Huh?”
“Run before I fuck you against this door for all your neighbors to hear.”
He kept me boxed against the wood despite his demand. I shoved him away, then ran from the wicked laughter behind me. He was breathing down my neck by the time I’d crossed my living space, and the first playful tap to my ass landed as I entered the hallway, heading for my bedroom.
Another tap landed on my other ass cheek. Screaming through my laughter, I went to dodge a potential third tap, but Scout’s shoe clipped my heel. I tripped. Scrambled to regain balance. Reached for the wall for support, flailing in slow motion and wildly out of control.
My hand struck a solid surface—the door to my spare bedroom—but the relief was short-lived. It whipped open with the force I collided with it, and not only was I tripping over my own feet, but I also crashed straight into the chair, which sent me flying and landing on my ass on the other side of my sex machine. To add insult to injury, the big-ass dildo, still glossy from my foot action with it mere minutes ago, swayed happily with the impact, proudly waving its lubed length at us.
I felt the blood drain from my face, and my jaw dropped in horror. It coincided with Scout’s eyes springing wide, and his mouth falling open in surprise. His stunned expression held while his gaze pinged between me and my sex machine.
Then he let out a huge burst of laughter. “What the fuck is this?”
I rushed to my feet and stepped around the dildo end with my hands raised. “Get out and unsee everything.”
He batted away my hands, then gawked at the machine again. “There’s no fucking way I’m unseeing this. In fact, I’ll be seeing more of it.” He took a purposeful step around me.
I wanted to die as he reached out and tapped the tip of his forefinger against the lubed tip of the nude-colored silicon dick.
His molten gaze then cut to me. “You were using this when I arrived, weren’t you?”
“You need to leave.” My voice came out breathy. Nothing but a whisper.
Scout’s chin tucked back. “No fucking way.”
“Yes fucking way,” I countered.
With shock still lingering on his face, he shook his head. “You were using this when I was knocking on your door, weren’t you?” came the question again.
I wasn’t one for blushing, but all the blood from my entire body chose that moment to flood to my face. “Not in the way you’re thinking.”
He cut his eyes between the dildo, the upturned chair, the bottle of lube on the floor by his feet, the tripod I used for filming, the towel that had treacherously stopped the door from completely clicking closed, then ultimately, back to me.
His gaze then narrowed. “In what way then?”
Time slowed as I weighed my options. I contemplated the lie I would tell him and how I’d justify the damning evidence in front of us.
“Scout, I’m not talking to you about this.” I reset my shoulders. “I need you to leave.”
“No.” One word, full of stubbornness and damnation.
I folded my arms and leaned forward a little for emphasis. “ Yes .”
He reached for me across the sex machine. “Remmy—”
The embarrassment in my chest dispersed into frustration. It burned angry red circles beneath my sternum, weaving impatient tendrils around my lungs and pulling them tight. My arm snapped up as if I was threatened, in sync with my pitching voice. “Goddammit, Scout. No! Just no ! I need you to leave, and I need you to do it now!”
Hand hanging in the air as if I had no control of it, I panted through the maelstrom of anger while holding his glare.
Scout clenched and unclenched his fists in time with the tic in his jaw.
Finally, mercifully, he dipped his chin slightly. “Fine,” he said, then gentler. “Fine. I’ll leave.” His eyes cut from mine to the sex machine, then returned. “But I’ll be back. And when I am, we will talk about this .” He stabbed a hand at the tool that paid my bills, disdain radiating off him and making anxiety churn in the pit of my stomach.
I barely believed that he’d return.
Partly hoped he didn’t so I didn’t have to expose this part of my life.
But as he shoved past me with nothing more than a pissed off side-eye, I couldn’t bring myself to glance at his departing back out of fear it would be the last time I saw him.
The front door of my apartment slammed shut three tight breaths later, making me jolt, then press a hand to my churning belly.
We officially hadn’t made it past one nail cycle.