Damn, she has a great body.
I mean, I always figured she did, but I had no idea she was hiding allthatunder her clothes at the gym.
I wasn't wrong about her body not being the ballerina-type—it’s better. She’s thin but toned, with subtle muscle definition everywhere I look. Her abs are flat and tight. At the sight of her perfectly shaped tits and the water drops that tease me as they run over every mouth-watering curve of her body, I’m pretty sure I totally fail at not gawking at her. And when she turns around to walk back to Jax's room, I definitely can’t help staring at her perfect, round ass.
I honestly didn't expect her to meet my challenge, but I can hardly say I’m disappointed.
Remy Porter is nothing if not exciting.
I’m gone long before she finishes getting ready. Part of me wonders if I don't trust myself not to pounce on her if I see her again tonight, since two nights of teasing and no action can make a guy a little hard-up.
Even last night had been a challenge to tear myself away. The sorority girl—whose name I had indeed forgotten—was partly a booty call but was mostly invited over to piss off Remy. I had only wanted to establish that she wasn't allowed to set rules in my house.
I didn't anticipate her fighting back and driving the girl off.
It was actually impressive. That she came up with the idea so quickly and managed to get the girl out without even a hiccup was almost admirable. Unfortunately, it left me with a hard-on that I later had to take care of myself.
What made the situation even more annoying was the fact that I wanted to take it out on Remy.
I always knew she was hot, but she spent so much time glaring daggers at me and spitting hateful words that I never really felt the need to look at her as anything other than Jax’s annoying little friend. Being shit on doesn’t exactly make me want to take a girl to bed. Plus, I’m pretty sure Jax would kill me if I ever made a move to. Between her smart mouth and the constant presence of Jax, it was easy to ignore even the fleeting thoughts of wanting a hate-fuck.
She’s always come off as a bit of a bitch to me. Maybe even a little pretentious. I’ve never blamed her for thinking I’m a womanizer—because Iam—but that’s hardly a reason to think you’re better than someone else. I don’t get the feeling she acts that way because I’m a fighter, since she’s obviously fine with Jax being the same, so I’m not sure what makes her look down her nose at me. Possibly the fact that I’m not using my business degree or working in an “acceptable” career—my parents love that excuse. But with Remy, I could never be bothered to find out. In general, I don’t give two shits about what people think about me.
But even if I could get past all of that, I’m also fairly certain she’s a prude. Which is yet another reason I’ve never shown her a sliver of interest. She hates the mention of sex, and she actually seems to hate it when I’m not clothed. Most girls smile or fawn when they see me shirtless, but Remy’s never done either of those things—she just gets flustered or, more often than not, angry with me. I’ve also heard from Jax that she’s only ever dated nerdy types for a few months at a time, which I consider another clue that she’s probably inexperienced or a prude. None of which align with my specific sexual preferences. So, I definitely never looked at her with any interest.
Untilshe moved into my house.
In only two days I can already feel that she's beginning to burrow under my skin. The sudden close proximity from being in the same house is forcing us to interact in ways that we've never had to deal with before.
And it's starting to get my dick hard.
Before long, I'm too tired even for thoughts of Remy. Training killed me today and it's taking everything I have to stay awake for tonight’s security job. It's a good gig to have on the side but right now, all I want to do is go home and pass out.
It's 4:00 in the morning when I finally crawl into bed, fully clothed. And it feels like only five minutes later that my alarm is ringing, waking me up for the early classes that I have to teach.
The only thing that gets me through the morning is years of training that have taught my body to function normally even under extreme exhaustion. Still, I exhale a sigh of relief when the gym empties out between morning and afternoon classes, finally giving me enough time to take a nap.
I dream of a naked, wet brunette.
When I wake up, I'm even crankier than before. The last thing I need in my life right now is a distraction—especially if said distraction has an attitude the size of Texas.
Thankfully, Aiden notices my grunts of frustration and asks if I want to grab a drink after class. I nod stiffly. A drink would probably calm me down.
An hour later, Aiden, Max, and I are crowded around a high top at one of Center City's best hole in the wall bars. It's Friday night so there's a decent amount of people around us. Even the music is louder than normal, with several people milling about on the makeshift dance floor.
I take a long sip of the whiskey in my hand, already feeling the tension start to ease from my shoulders. Between being left high and dry two nights ago, and Remy's teasing performance yesterday, I've been unusually wound up for the past few days. I probably just need to get laid so I can chill out again.
I shake the sudden thoughts of Remy from my head. Even if it's just a physical attraction, I definitely need to stop thinking about that girl—nothing good could possibly come of anything happening between us. That is, if she even wants something to happen between us. God knows she seems to hate my guts.
I shake my head again. Surely there's a hot blonde somewhere in here that can ease all my frustration. I turn to scan the bar.
And immediately lock eyes with Remy Fucking Porter.
I scowl. This is now the second time in a month that I've run into her at a bar, and it's starting to piss me off.
The guys spot her at the same time that I do.
"Hey, Remy and Lucy are here," Aiden says from next to me. "Let's go say hi."