Chapter 24
— Remmy —
The girls were happy drunk by the time we hugged goodbye after the game, with promises of meeting up tomorrow after Scout had rejoined the team to head to Minnesota.
Tonight, Bren and Steph had plans to take the Miami nightlife by storm, whereas I had plans to tie Scout to the bedpost and not let him leave until absolutely necessary.
Bobby, the Bears’ manager, led me and another few wives and girlfriends to the clubhouse once the team had finished their post-game debrief and showers.
Scout stood scrubbing a hand through his freshly showered hair, chatting with one of his teammates, when Bobby pushed open the clubhouse door.
Scout’s dark eyes immediately cut our way and sought me out. I didn’t know how to react—the other women were varying shades of jumping into their men’s arms or simply hugging them demurely—but as soon as Scout grinned and opened his arms wide, I was in them.
Crushed to his chest, I didn’t care that I couldn’t breathe. He effortlessly spun me in a circle, then kissed what little oxygen I had remaining from my lungs.
“Fuck, it’s good to have you in my arms again, honey.” He buried his nose into my neck and inhaled deeply, then let out a long groan. “You smell incredible.”
I hugged him tighter. “So do you.”
A chuckle warmed my sensitive skin. “I didn’t earlier.”
“You had a great game,” I praised. “How’s the elbow?”
What sounded like, “Inconsequential,” murmured against my collarbone as his lips grazed across my skin. “I can’t wait to get you alone.”
I snickered, feeling giddy and light. “When can you leave?”
He squeezed me a little harder. “A little later. I need to make appearances after we leave the ballpark, then I’m all yours for the night.”
Inwardly groaning, I squashed the pang of territorial possession. “Appearances where?”
“Just at the hotel bar. It’s good for the fans to see the team hanging out after the game.”
Totally plausible. I smiled despite having to share him for an hour or two more.
“Shall I hang out with Bren and Steph in the meantime?” I offered.
Despite being in Scout’s arms with a stupid-ass grin on my face, I felt like I didn’t belong here, and that insecurity made me want to leave.
Scout groaned against my mouth while pressing his lips to mine again—a pure need to be close and connect. “Yes and no. I don’t want to let you go, but at least you can skip the boring part.”
My eyes dipped to lips mouth. “And get to the good part.”
The grin that sent my pulse into an erratic rhythm pulled wide. “Exactly.”
He ran his warm hand up and down my back, then tucked me into his side. His freshly showered scent and heady cologne made me sigh dreamily under my breath. There was something about a delicious smelling man that made my entire body beg for him to take me against a wall .
Scout gave me a look, then another when he realized I studied him at close range, biting my lip and internally making a list of all the ways I was going to drive him wild later.
His irises darkened with understanding. “Keep lookin’ at me like that, honey, and we ain’t gonna make it to the hotel.”
Pulling my lower lip slowly through my teeth made him groan. “I’m counting on it,” I whispered.
Scout’s fingers flexed on my hip. A warning accompanied his drawl. “I say this with both our best interests in mind: You need to leave before I get fined for indecent behavior in the clubroom.”
“Aww, c’mon. It’s not like you to be scared of a little fine.” He did, after all, get ejected from the game in Portland.
I flicked his nipple through his shirt, then snickered when his hand snapped up to stop the teasing movement.
He dropped his mouth to my ear, and his low whispered words sent a bolt of arousal to my core. “I’m not scared of the fine. I just don’t want my teammates and their wives hearing you call me God at the top of your lungs. That little high pitch moan you make right before you come is for my ears only, Remmington .”
My breasts grew heavy, and my nipples tingled with need thanks to his promise-laced hiss. Scout knew exactly how his honeyed words had affected me too. He looked me square in the eye and smirked. The kind of smirk that had read my thoughts, then screamed checkmate .
“I hate you,” I whispered without vehemence, barely audible and more like a feeble exhale. “But I’m going to own you.”
His heated chuckle blazed across my already heightened senses. “You’re wrong. You have no fucking idea. From your mouth to that sweet p—” He cut off with an irritated growl when his teammates started shifting too close.
Before my knees could weaken further and find me in a compromising position before him, I fisted his collar in both hands, roughly tugged him close, and pressed a hard kiss to his mouth.
“I’ll see you later,” I announced before lightly shoving him away again.
Without waiting for a response and with my shoulders back and head held high, I strutted from the clubhouse without looking back.
I left that clubhouse with a low whistle, then booming laughter in my wake.