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“No, because?—”

“Good. Because if my own son is bringing that sexist bullshit onto my field, we’re going to have a serious issue in this house.”

“It has nothing to do with you being a woman, Squeaks,” he pleads. “You know I think you’re the best. Fuck, we all know you’ll be running the whole damn show by the time you’re thirty. But you both forget, Remington may be able to read the entire team, and every other team in both Leagues at the drop of a hat, butIcan readhim. Hehatesthinking he’ll be an inconvenience to anyone.

“Remember when his car died and instead of asking one of the guys for a ride, he took a damn rideshare to and from The Nest for two weeks until he had time to buy a new one so no one had to go out of the way or be delayed because of him? And y’all expect me to believe that guy decided making a trainer come live with him isn’t going to be a hindrance to her life? Nah, the fucker wants in your pants.”

“You’re being ridiculous,” I scoff. “He's notmakingme do anything. We talked about it this morning. What personal life do I have to hinder? Go ahead, Ro; answer. I’ll wait.”

When he remains silent, I huff, “Yeah, that’s what I thought. My apartment in Chattanooga is little more than a hotel where I sleep between lectures. Instead of packing a bag each week to come here, I pack a bag to go there. Beyond classes where the professors have already agreed to make modifications for me to go remote, there’s nothing and no one worth keeping me there.No friends, no boyfriend, so why stay? For nights studying in the library while the rest of my classmates are in their own study groups that they conveniently forgot to invite me into joining? Thanks, but I’ll pass,” I snap, standing up from the table.

“Scarlet,” Dad says, the rich, dark blue color of his eyes dimming as he looks at me, the helpless feeling of being unable to fix what’s upset me plainly reflected on his face.

Kissing his cheek and wrinkling my nose at the smell of dried sweat on his skin, I murmur, “It’s okay, Daddy. I wouldn’t want to associate with people who can be so callous to a stranger anyway.” Grabbing my plate, I circle the table and kick at Roman’s foot, muttering, “You can be a real butthead sometimes, you know that?”

“Yeah… I’m sorry, Squeaks. I just worry. What if you need us?”

“Remington isn’t him, Roman. Until ten minutes ago, you would have laughed at anyone who even made the insinuation.”

“And I never would have thought that fucker?—”

“Thatwasn’t your fault, Ro,” our dad says, his knuckles of the hand holding his fork turning white.

“But—”

“No buts,” I declare. “Now, I’m going up to pack, take a bath, and try to get some sleep. I’m assuming after this, I’ll be seeing youbothbright and early in the morning.” Directing Winnie up the stairs as I stack the handles of my shopping bags up my arms, I call out, “Love you,” happy to shut the door to my room once upstairs.

SEVEN

SCARLET

By the timeI’ve finished packing everything I could possibly need for myself and Winnie, hours have gone by and with it any hope of having a calming bath before bed. Instead, knowing four a.m. will come criminally early, I remove my makeup and wash my face, brush out the mess of knots in my thick hair, and slip into a pearlescent blush silk cami and sleep short set. Then, booting the gassy monster that is my dog out to my brother’s room, I slide between the crisp, white sheets of my bed and stare through the dark at my ceiling.

Tense and frustrated from the day, I’m unable to get comfortable no matter how desperately I know I need to sleep after being awake most of the previous night. Unlike last night though, it’s thankfully not a race of intrusive thoughts that keeps me up. Instead, it's an electrifying feeling of my body deciding it’s time for my earlier arousal to reignite.

Every nerve is alive and alert, making me hyper aware of the cool material of my cami as it glides across my skin. The kiss of air from my ceiling fan that has my nipples puckering as I remember the blooming warmth I felt as my fingers reached further and further up Remi’s thigh. The echo inside my head ofthe erotic groans he made as I touched him is visceral. An elicit fantasy of what would happen if I crept my fingers a bit higher so I could grasp the heavy outline of his cock I saw forming through the sheet.

Pushing my top up, I brush my thumb over my nipple, my teeth sinking into my lip as the whisper of a touch feels like a live wire all the way down between my legs. Repeating the action again and again, I begin to pluck and roll the hardening peaks until my legs are falling open. At the seam of my shorts, I’m hot and damp, my clit swollen and pulsing as my pussy clenches, sucking in the silk fabric.

Blindly reaching for my nightstand, I fumble with the drawer. Yanking it open, I shove the random odds and ends around until my fingers close around the satin bag that houses my favorite toy, my other hand feverishly working to peel my shorts free and push them down my thighs.

Pulling the glittery, pink, silicone penis free and turning it on, I play with the settings, testing each one against my aching breasts. When my soft sighs turn to a throaty moan I have to rapidly swallow back, I bring the toy up to my mouth and suck on its flared tip, imagining Remington murmur a gravely praise in my ear for taking him so well.

A string of saliva keeps my mouth connected to it as I pull it free to caress my taut nipples. Lifting my hips up as the touch ripples through my body, I let my mind drift further away until he’s telling me to be a good girl and open my legs for him.

Complying with my fantasy’s gentle demands, I let my knees drop open, kicking my shorts off the rest of the way. Then using the last of my restraint, I tease the dildo up my thigh, the ears of the clitoral stimulator tickling me as I do. Once I reach the juncture of my hip, however, my patience shatters.

My clit jumps as I glide the toy through my wetness, its head quickly kissing the erect bundle of nerves before I haveit retreating. Satisfied that I’m more than prepped, I begin working it inside my pussy, my back arching off the bed as I imagine Remi groaning, “So good, baby girl,” into my neck as he hikes my thigh up higher on his hip, allowing his cock to sink further into me, filling and stretching me beyond what the small shaft of my toy can reach.

Flicking my thumb over the settings, the little bunny ears begin a quick, fluttering pace that has me turning my face into my pillow. Pushing another button, I smother my cries as the dildo begins thrusting and twisting within me.

It’s only minutes before I’m lifting my hips up to meet every thrust of the toy’s mechanics and my wrist, fucking myself closer and closer to the edge.

The cool air of earlier is gone. Sweat mists my hairline. My heart is racing. My breath comes in short, desperate pants as I whisper his name. I plead and beg with him to let me come, the hot, coiling tension deep inside me wound so tightly I know I’m ready to combust. Just a little more and I’ll be there.

Turning the speed up and picturing him losing control as my pussy clenches around his cock and making a possessive promise to fill me up is all I need. A few short, vigorous thrusts, and I’m pushing the toy as deep inside me as I can, wishing for the feeling of hot cum erupting against my walls as a long moan falls from my lips. My legs tremble and my muscles vigorously clench around my toy, attempting to wring Remington’s cum into existence as my body goes rigid, my back bowing off the bed, and a silent scream ripping free.

Collapsing back on the mattress, I slowly work the settings down, drawing out every pulsing aftershock until I’m too sensitive for more. Gently pulling the dildo free, a slick squelching breaks through my now silent room, drawing a breathy laugh from me. Resting the soaked toy on my stomach, I lay there under the fan for several minutes, basking in the warm,glowing rush of endorphins, wishing I had a larger, heavier body laying over mine.

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