Remi's Choice

Chapter 5: Scandalized

Remi glanced away nervously as I braced myself for this. "His name Chaz."

My face soured instantly in disgust. “Chaz?"

Not that I cared if she knew how much the very thought of Chaz in my house was a nauseating one. But I didn't want her to know that the thought of her with Chaz in my house was what had me feeling so revolted.

“You're hanging out with Chaz McDouche?"

“McDougal," she corrected me, lifting her chin up a bit. “And, no, I'm not hanging out with him. He's dropping off my iPod. He borrowed it the other day."

“Why can't he drop it off at your place?" I asked, taking a slow deep breath as my eyes made their way down her long legs.

“Because I'm here tonight, and he's going to be in the area later. But he's not staying."

That last comment felt like something she added out of fear I might mention her little visitor to my mom. Normally, I'd be smiling by her unnerved demeanor. Instead, I felt my jaw lock as my eyes made their way down to her midriff again and then back to her anxious blue eyes.

Her face was turning that familiar tint of crimson it always did when I leered at her this way. “You really trust he's not gonna try and hang out with you?"

“I already told him he can't."

“Did you tell him that last time?" I asked and her eyes widened. “When you nearly got caught?"

“We just watched TV." I could see her determination to keep her composure. “But I hadn't asked your mom if I could have a visitor, so I was still nervous."

Feeling my curiosity spike, I had to ask. “Who almost caught you?"

She cleared her throat and pressed her lips together before she spoke again. “You did."

Now I smirked, more from feeling stunned than anything. “I did?"

“Yeah, the last time I was here."

It suddenly dawned on me, and it set something ablaze inside me; though I did my best to conceal it. “I got home after midnight. He was here that late?"

“He got here late," she explained, glancing around as if someone else might hear, then lowered her voice. “He'd gone to a party and stopped by after. He'd only been here a few minutes when we heard you come in through the back."

Fuck! How I wished I had actually caught them. Just from the very thought of whatever I might've walked in on, I knew I would've gotten such pleasure out of beating his f*****g ass and throwing him out. “So, he ran like a little b***h?"

“I made him leave." Her eyes grew even more anxious. “Please don't tell your mom, Travis. If she tells my dad—"

She stopped talking when I took a few more steps toward her. It still amazed me that this petite little girl was eighteen—an adult. I could easily have flung her over my knee and spanked her for being bad if I so well pleased, which I did, but I wouldn't do that. Though I distinctly got the feeling she just might like it.

I didn't comment on her going silent. Instead, I stared at her naturally soft red curls. They were such a direct contrast to her big deep blue eyes. As barefaced as I'd always been, I'd never crossed this line before, even if I'd been tempted to many times. It felt too disrespectful, and I knew it mortified her, but at the moment, she needed to be punished. “Are you red everywhere, Cherry?" Instantly, her face nearly matched her hair, and it made me smirk, but just as fast, my jaw locked again. “Would Chaz know the answer to that?"

“No, he wouldn't," she said immediately. “We're just friends."

“Does any guy know the answer to that?" I asked, staring at her lips.

I was pretty sure I knew the answer to that too, since once again I could practically smell her mouthwatering cherry—imagine it aching in the way she reacted to my questions. But I also knew there were other things I could do to her that would reveal the answer to my question without having to take her virginity.

“That's none of your business," she said with weak conviction.

Her words were practically a whisper, and I stepped closer. The fact that she didn't move backwards, allowing me so close to her I was practically touching her, pleased me.

I wouldn't ask the obvious because I already knew the answer to that. I made her nervous. I always had, even before my growth spurt last year. Even before she'd practically admitted she was just as drawn to me as I was to her.

I'd been hanging with kids way older than me since I was eleven, seeing and doing things no kid my age had any business doing. I lost my virginity at thirteen to a girl older than Remi. Like Remi, she was petite and much smaller than I was. I had such a foul mouth and attitude even back then; she easily fell for my lies when I told her I was seventeen. I also lied about not being a virgin; though I'm pretty sure she figured it out since I had no idea what I was doing. She taught me well, and I'd since gotten very good at knowing what it takes to make girls tremble just like Remi was doing now. “Why do I make you so nervous?" I asked, breathing in the scent of her insecurity.

“I don't know," she whispered back, not denying that I did, like I knew she wouldn't.

Remi may have been eighteen, but her body's reaction to me was exactly what a girl's her age should have been—innocently enthralled. I almost envied it. My innocence was long gone, but hers was exactly what drew me to her. She enthralled me like no other girl ever had. What I felt when I knew she'd be around, made me feel strangely innocent too. It made my heart feel so crazy. Except, unlike Remi, I was better at concealing it.

“I know you're a virgin, Cherry." She nodded as her eyes closed for a moment. “But has anyone ever licked your p***y?" Her eyes shot open; her face turned such a deep shade of red I had to laugh. “I'll take that as a no."

Now she did move away from me and stalked back toward the sofa. “That's none of your business either." She plopped down on the sofa and picked up the remote. “Don't you have some neighborhood to terrorize or walls to spray paint?"

“As a matter of fact," I said with a smirk as I licked my lips. “My tongue just got a craving, so I think I will be going"—I stopped at the sofa even if she did refuse to look at me and stared straight ahead at the television— “unless you'd like me to stay and indulge that craving here."

Right on cue, even her ears went bright red. God, she was easy and this would never get old. Maybe I could deal with the torture a little longer if it meant having this much fun. With a laugh, I grabbed my hooded sweatshirt when I heard the unmistakable car engine sputtering outside.

“Last chance," I said as I walked toward the door.

She turned to me, and those already huge eyes went even wider when I flicked the tip of my tongue side to side against my top lip.

“Just go," she said as flustered as I knew that would make her.

As much fun as that was, the unease of knowing that douche bag Chaz would be dropping by later, and likely hanging out with Remi for a while, wiped the smirk right off my face.