I pull back to say, “Will you show me how to please you . . . with my mouth?”
A groan escapes her throat as she drops her head to my shoulder, but it sounds more like a groan of frustration.
“I would love to do that right now,” she says, smoothing a hand over my chest a few times. “But I need to get home and get ready for work.”
“Oh.”
I'd been so caught up in her and all of these new experiences that I had successfully shoved the outside world and all of our obligations out of my mind. But now, the reality of life is trickling into my bubble, and I can't help the disappointment I feel.
Right on cue, Remi's phone dings from the coffee table. So I get to my feet, pulling my sweats up as I go, and head into the kitchen, leaving her to check her message.
“Oh, shit,” she says with a sigh.
“What?” I ask, taking out the box of cereal.
She looks at me with wary eyes, making me pause my movements, waiting for the bad news to come.
“Well, I promised my friend Tahnee that I'd go for drinks with her and a couple of guys. Her text just said that it's tonight.”
My stomach instantly sours while unwelcome thoughts and feelings invade my mind. It's potent enough that it has all the good feelings from a few minutes ago vanishing.
Something must show on my face because Remi quickly stands from the couch and makes a move toward me.
“It's not like that.” She tries to reassure me. “She likes one of the guys, and he suggested to each bring a friend. I'm just support, nothing else. She knows I'm not interested.”
I drop my gaze to the cereal in front of me, suddenly not feeling very hungry. She doesn't need to explain anything to me. Yes, we fucked, and yes, she just sucked me off, but that doesn't mean I have a claim to her, does it?
We haven't talked about any of it, and I know people do that stuff all the time without it meaning anything. I don't know why I was letting myself get so caught up in it.
Suddenly, she's wrapping her arms around me from behind and leaning her head on my back. “Sorry I didn't tell you about the drinks thing earlier. I agreed to it before.”
I don't know if she means before we fucked, or before she knew the truth. Either way, it doesn't matter.
“It's fine,” I say a little more harshly than I intended, reverting back to my asshole mode. “I mean, fuck. It's not like I can take you out for drinks or anything.”
“Jacob,” she says as if she's talking to a child. “I don't need to be taken out places.”
“You say that now, but you won't always feel that way.”
“Yeah, I think I wi–”
“You better leave now, so you're not late for work.”
I detach from her and walk into my bedroom, shutting the door behind me. I need to get dressed for going out on the boat anyway.
This itchy, uncomfortable feeling inside me is growing, and I don't like it one bit.
It doesn't help that when I step out of my room, Remi is gone.
And I have no one to blame but myself.
CHAPTER 18
Remi
“Remi, this is Damien,” Tahnee says, gesturing to the cute guy in front of me. His hair is brown, neat, and tidy, and he has blue eyes. But they don't look like the ocean. They don't cause tingles to run through me when I look into them. “And this is Justin.” She motions to the man she can't seem to take her eyes off of.
I have to say, I'm a little surprised at her choice. Simply because he's a little tamerlooking than I ever would have expected for someone that she likes. His hair is dark and short, and he has a short, neat beard. There's nothing . . .extravagant about him. Both guys are simply nicelooking and are each dressed in a Henley and jeans.