Chapter 41
— Scout —
My elbow ached like a fiend. Linney came around this morning to start my physiotherapy. She’d be back every day now for the foreseeable future, and I was all in. The sooner I was rehabbed, the sooner I could get back on the mound.
After a brief introduction between Linney and Remmy, Remmy excused herself and headed upstairs. I shut the lounge doors on the music playing and tried my hardest to focus on the physio session with Linney as opposed to what Remmy was doing upstairs.
When she reappeared after Linney left, she was pink cheeked and utterly unapologetic.
I arched a brow and couldn’t help but smirk, deepening the blush on her cheeks. “Sorted?”
She tossed her hair before lifting her chin defiantly. “And some. I got a couple of videos done to try and get ahead in content again. I’ll need to get some supplies though, for variety.”
My eyes narrowed. “What kind of supplies?”
A glint of mischief entered Remmy’s green gaze. “Sorry, that’s confidential.”
I waved a hand, conveying nonchalance when inside I was curious as fuck. “I’m just trying to gauge if I need to turn one of my spare rooms into a sex toy library or not.”
Remmy’s laugh sent an electric current through my chest, momentarily numbing the ache in my elbow. “Now there’s an adult content creator’s dream.”
I couldn’t help but grin, happy that my girl was happy. “Just say the word, honey, and I’ll buy all the toys you want. There’s a caveat of course—I get to use them on you.”
The playfulness in Remmy’s expression grew sinful. “Only if I can use one on you. I reckon you’d love to be pegged.”
My asshole immediately puckered with the thought. “Yeah, that’s a hard no. The only one giving anal is me.” I held her gaze, searching for any indication of that possibility being put in the hard no category.
Instead, she snickered and rolled her tongue over her lower lip. “Sounds like a challenge.”
Desire flashed through me. It redirected a little more blood to my hardening semi. “You have no idea what you’ve just started.”
With a flick of her hair, she turned and sashayed away.
“Where are you going?” I demanded.
“To sit by the pool and online shop for feet stuff.”
“I’m coming!” On the way through the kitchen, I snagged my cap, meds, and a bottle of water off the counter, then hurried into the pool courtyard.
I shoved a lounger with my foot until it butted up against hers, then got settled. “Okay, what are we shopping for?” I asked, then tossed two pills into my mouth.
Remmy gave a wary side-eye before fully meeting my gaze. Whatever ghosts passed behind her irises cleared when she blinked.
“ I’m shopping for peanut butter, honey, and…” She trailed off and tapped her lips. Her expression then lit. “If you were into this, what would you want to see my feet sliding through? Or in and out of?”
I barely managed to swallow a sip of water before I let out a gritty laugh. “Good timing. But I’mma say… a raw turkey.”
“A raw turkey ?” Remmy exclaimed. “It has bones inside!”
Dragging a hand down my face failed to erase the tinge of embarrassment. “Okay I didn’t think about that. I just thought about… you know—” I motioned in and out with my hand, then waved it around as if it would explain my sick thought.
Despite laughing her ass off, Remmy gripped my thigh and nodded. “I get your meaning. But no, foot-fucking the Thanksgiving main event isn’t really my style.”
“Jesus Christ, when you put it like that!”
Remmy hummed. “It’s a crime scene waiting to happen. I’ve created enough drama in your life recently, I don’t think you’d tolerate much more of it.”
I ran my free hand down the long length of her silky, dark hair. “I’m a tolerant man, honey. I like to think I’m understanding too.”
God, if looks could physically punch me in the chest, hers was a sucker punch. Brimming with all kinds of emotions from love to vulnerability and guilt, she smiled but let me see it all play out behind her eyes.
“You are. That day you discovered the machine in my spare room? Anyone else would have dropped me like a hot coal and never come back.” She cocked her head as if contemplating me. “You’re different.”
I chuckled and adjusted my cap a little lower against the sun. “You’re the one who kicked me out, not the other way around.”
Remmy glanced at her nails with a small smile, then met my gaze again. “I didn’t think we’d make it past two nail cycles. We’re almost at six.”
“Uh… and that’s good, right?”
Her tinkering laugh had my shoulders relaxing. “Yeah, Ace. It’s good.”
I nodded and smiled at her, feeling real damn happy.
We relaxed for a hot minute, no conversation between us and only the sounds of nature and the pool pump whirring away in the background, when I scoffed a laugh without warning. Pressing a hand to my mouth did little to stifle my rolling laughter.
Remmy glared with her lips pursed. “What?”
“It’s nothing, babe. I promise. Just a stupid joke that popped into my head. It’s rather appropriate though, given our conversation.”
She circulated a hand between us. “Yeah, and?”
I waved her off. “Honestly, you’ll be offended.”
Firmly setting her phone down, Remmy shifted so she was kneeling on her lounger, directly facing me. Her manicured fingernails dug into my thighs, destined to leave gouges.
“Tell me. I’ll hound you until you do.”
“Ouch, fine. Christ, ease off with the claws.” I hiccupped another laugh when the stupid-ass thoughts returned. “Okay. Here’s the thing, I saw this on social media last Thanksgiving, and all the turkey talk reminded me of it,” I said, holding up a hand and splaying my fingers dramatically. “Ready?”
“Ready,” she exclaimed, voice pitching and animated eyes widening.
“Okay. Save a turkey… stuff a tattooed brunette with attitude problems instead.”
Remmy’s mouth fell, then snapped shut with her eyes narrowing suddenly. Fuck. I’d entered the danger zone and wouldn’t get out of it unscathed.
“The fuck !” The word “fuck” was spat in time with her light slap landing on my thigh. “I’m raven-haired, not brunette!”
I burst out another laugh. “Wait, that’s the part you’re offended by?”
She flipped her long hair over one shoulder. “I mean, I’m tattooed and have a punk-ass attitude, but my hair is black like my soul.”
“And your coffee,” I added wisely. Like an owl—all philosophic and shit.
A stellar, perfect-toothed grin split her mouth as she leaned into my space. “Like my coffee.”
The instant she set her lips on mine, I gripped her waist and held her there while kissing her back.
My tone dropped to nothing more than a rumble. “Good thing I like women as bold as you like your coffee. Sit on my lap, honey.”
One of her dark eyebrows arched. “I thought you were sore?”
“Could be worse. Get on me,” I said with an impatient tug to the waistband of her denim shorts.
Those long, golden legs were always my undoing. Fuck they looked good, and even better when wrapped around my waist.
If I hadn’t been watching her closely, I would have missed the waver of uncertainty fleetingly tense her natural smile. Despite the momentary tremor, Remmy gently crawled onto my lounger. Careful to not bump my elbow with her knee, she then leaned forward when I urged her mouth back to mine.
“Mm, you taste good,” I murmured against her lips.
I felt her smile and rock her hips a little. “And you feel good.”
Hissing through my teeth only made her grind with more purpose. That purpose began to drive me crazy all over again. There were many surfaces in my house I needed to fuck her on or against, though my elbow situation was really slowing me down.
For a hot second, I became an inconsiderate teenager again and gave a not-so-subtle nudge to her shoulder. “Suck me, babe.”
Her laugh tinkered against my mouth. “You’re so demanding when you’re turned on.”
“You love it. Now suck.” I added another subtle shove, a little firmer than the last.
A rush of blood surged to my dick when Remmy roughly gripped my jaw and squeezed hard enough to pucker my lower lip.
Defiance flashed in her eyes. “I’ll suck cock when I want to, not when I’m ordered to.”
I grinned again. “Lies. You fucking love it.”
Despite her locking down her reaction, the barest hint of humor tugged one corner of her mouth. “Sure, it’s no lie I like to suck cock but—” She cut off when the doorbell chimed from inside. She tipped her head to the side. “Is Cillian here already?”
Glancing at my watch, I groaned. “Yeah, that’ll be him.”
“Perfect,” Remmy declared, suddenly peachy as fuck.
Before I could so much as think about getting up to open the door for the chef, Remmy shifted down my body and roughly yanked the waistband of my shorts down.
I raised my non-injured arm in shock as she took my boner in her hand and pumped a few times, then sucked it deep into her mouth.
“Jesus,” I hissed, not moving a goddamn muscle.
Just as fast as it begun, Remmy pulled away. She snapped my shorts back into place but left the jeweled head of my dick unceremoniously peeking out.
She then grinned over her shoulder while sauntering inside. “I’ll get the door, shall I?”