“Shit. Sorry,” I say when my eyes land on Remi's concerned gaze at the other end of the couch. It must have been herwarmth that I felt on me. And herbody that I shoved off of me.
“Probably a little disconcerting waking up next to someone for the first time, right?”
I nod, rubbing a hand over my face because yes, it was the first time I woke with a body sleeping next to mine, and yes, thinking she was about to attack me wasfucking disconcerting.
I stretch out my arms and back and then sit back into the couch, trying to relax a little more. Remi shuffles closer to me a second later and then lays her head on my shoulder. I've found that I really like it when she does that.
As the remaining sleep fog fades, memories of last night start to filter in.
The sex, and how incredible it felt to experience it with someone finally. Not just anyone, but with Remi.
I remember how incredible it felt cominginsideof her and not on my hand.
I remember how her face looked and the sounds she made when she came.
God, I could live off those memories for months, years even, and they'd get my dick hard every time like it's starting to get now.
Finally, I remember us eventually eating the dinner I had made, then sitting on the couch where I learned more about her childhood. And as painful as it was, I also ended up sharing with her what happened that night all those years ago and how her actual rapist got away with it.
We must have fallen asleep on the couch together at some point, which in itself is amazing considering it usually takes me quite some time to fall asleep in a comfortable bed.
“You hungry?” I ask after a minute, wanting to make sure she's comfortable and happy to stay.
“Not yet,” Remi says on a yawn. “Hey do you rent, or do you own this place?” she then randomly asks.
“Again with the questions.” My lips find the top of her head, pressing a kiss gently into it. And although I've never done that in my life, it felt so natural to kiss her like that. I find myself leaning into her a little more, the scent of her shampoo floating up into my senses with each breath I take. “I own it. Bought it right after getting out.”
“I hope you don't mind me asking, but how did you afford it?”
It's not hard to figure out that I don't have a lot of money these days. She sees the shit food I get from the store. She's seen inside my home. She's seen in my cupboards. So it's not surprising she'd ask.
“I used to work at my parent's furniture store.” A bitterness tries to snake its way in when I think about my parents and how they believed I was capable of . . . I shove those thoughts away, not wanting to spoil my morning. “From thirteen onwards, I got paid well for it, and I saved almost every penny. It was all put into a high-interest rate account, so after years of it just sitting there, there was enough to buy this place and the boat that went with it. The truck I already had from before.”
“Wow, that's great. Well, I'm glad you picked here to live.”
“Me, too.”
At first, I had thought a small beach town was the perfect place to hide away. I thought the less people around, the better. But really, the less people around, the more they talk to each other, and the more they want to get rid of what isn't a part of their community.
I'd most likely be better off as a nobody in a large city.
Even so, I'd move here all over again if it meant finding Remi here, who is as beautiful as she is stubborn.
Remi places her hand on my thigh in what I'm sure is supposed to be a comforting gesture, but my dick responds by instantly perking up again. Like now that he's had a taste of what it's like to be with her, he wants it all the time.
I have to admit. It has me feeling a little concerned. What if I turn into the very thing that I hate? What if I try and force her when she doesn't want it?
A second later, those thoughts are floating away, making way for the anticipation of what's to come when her hand slides up higher towards the bulge forming in my pants. Shit, there's no way she hasn't noticed. She doesn't seem bothered by it, though.
Her hand continues all the way up until she's cupping me through my pants and rubbing back and forth. My head drops to the back of the couch, and my eyes close.
“Remi, what are you doing?”
I know she only brought two condoms with her, so I didn't think we'd be having sex again. She shifts away from me and then drops down to the ground on her knees between my legs.
“Well, I kind of thought I might give you your first blow-job.” My dick jerks and hardens further at the word. My eyes drop to her lips as she licks over them, and fuck, just the thought of them wrapped around me has me about ready to come in my pants. She reaches for my waistband and then pauses. “At least, I assume it's your first time?”
I clear my throat, trying to calm my wildly beating heart, and buy myself a few extra seconds to ensure my voice comes out steady.
