by K J Ellis
“Oh, you wanna play games, Remme? You should know I never lose.” I tease her in more ways than one.
“Game on... Give it your best shot.” She laughs as she slips her trainers off and loses her light jacket.
I find the inner child in me and play long.
Big mistake on my part.
Within twenty minutes, we’ve been in more dangerous predicaments than I could count. I’ve had her glorious backside literally in my face as she bent over to place her hand on the colour she needed. I’ve had her legs wrapped around mine as she’s straddled me, making her breasts press against my face. It has taken everything in me not to open my mouth and take a bite at them. At one point, her face had been inches from my crotch, which caused me major issues, and I’m not talking about holding my position: I’m talking about the fact that my dick turned solid and was protruding so close to her mouth. Thankfully she had been too busy enjoying herself to notice.
I am eventually put out of my misery when she can’t reach the colour on the other side of the mat, making her collapse, but not just anywhere... No, she collapses on top of me.
I brace for the fall, slipping my hand around her waist, and accidentally, somehow getting my fingers tangled in the hem of her top, causing it to ride up her stomach. We hit the ground with a thud.
“Shit…” Remme just about gets out before her face plants my bare chest. She doesn’t move for a few seconds, but to me it feels like a lifetime. She clears her throat with a cough before pushing herself onto her hands.
“How much fun was that?” She’s so close I can feel her breath hitting my face.
I daren’t move, mainly because I don’t want her thinking I’m making some sort of move on her, so I just ‘hmhm’ under my breath.
She stands up straight and starts to pack away the spinner, placing it back in the box. “Jump up,” she instructs.
I do as I’m told.
Once I’m up and off the mat, she folds it up neatly and slides that in the box, too.
“See... You’ve worked up a sweat. It’s harder than it looks, right? That will get those muscles burning, even if it was a light workout,” she says, clearly pleased with herself.
I still can’t get over the fact I’ve just played a kids’ game with a hot brunette. I can honestly say I never thought I’d see the day, but I did thoroughly enjoy myself, even if it was pure torture for me. The thought of playing it again naked with her rattles around in my head making me hard again. I bend down, picking up two towels she placed there ready for when we finished, passing her one when she’s done packing everything away in the bag.
“I sure did. And FYI, I won,” I say on a grin before I wipe away the sweat from my face and shoulders. “Told you I’d win. I don’t like losing, Remme. The sooner you learn that...the better.”
Chapter Ten
Remme
Isaak’s first week has gone really well. He’s making real progress. His attitude to it all has been far better than I thought it would be, which has been a surprise in itself. I’d thought he would have kicked up a stink about some of my methods—methods that I know definitely work.
When I bring my game of Twister with me, I’m sure he is going to point blank refuse to play along with me. Twister is an excellent tool to use in physiotherapy. It may look a little crazy from an onlooker’s point of view, but there is a theory in the odd madness. Having to stretch to each colour on the mat bends the body in ways it wouldn’t bend on a normal day, twisting the oblique muscles way past how the average workout would. Using the thigh muscle to hold you up and sometimes carry the extra weight of someone else straining it.
His competitive side forces him to use every burning muscle that screams at him to give in, which is what I always aim for when using it with patients. It works like a charm every single time. Not only that, who doesn’t secretly love a good game of Twister?
I hadn’t realised just how much I would enjoy myself playing with Isaak, but more than that, I hadn’t prepared myself mentally for how being so close to him physically would affect me. I have to remind myself of his arrogance, his pig-headedness, and the fact that to him, I am merely his next meal…
I finish up his session early, giving him a little leeway as it’s Friday and because he’s worked so hard. Packing my belongings up, I leave him to enjoy his weekend, telling him that I’ll see him on Monday morning bright and early, ignoring the little flutter in my stomach when he throws a cheeky smirk my way as he winks and waves goodbye.
I pull up outside my apartment at four pm, slightly earlier than if I had been working from the office. You could say I have it a little easier than if I was in the office as I can finish work when my sessions with Isaak are done. However, I’m a workaholic. I don’t stop once I get home. I have his dietary plans to work on and follow up paperwork to fill in on his progress that I need to e-mail over to Rachel when it’s needed.
“Hey, Spence. I’m home,” I sing cheerfully as I walk through the door.
He’s sitting on the sofa watching a rerun of Supernatural. I’d always known there was a reason we’re friends.
I kick off my shoes and jump on the seat beside him, ready to watch and get my fix off Dean and Sam Winchester. I’d sandwich myself between the brothers every day of the week if I could.
“Someone is happy.” He grins as he moves over to accommodate us both on the small chair.
“It’s been a good day, what can I say? I’ve been working hard with a new client, and they’re making really good progress.” I don’t divulge the fact that my new client is a hot bod and absolutely delicious in every way humanly possible—even if he is an arrogant arsehole: Spencer would have a field day.
“Hhm, yeah okay. Something is different about you. I just can’t put my finger on it.”
I ignore his comment and turn to face the telly. “Sshh, my men are on.” I smile as Dean Winchester’s naked chest appears on the screen. “What I wouldn’t give to run my hands all over him.” I glance out of the corner of my eye at Spence, knowing what he’ll say next.
“You can do what you want to him, as long as you stay the hell away from Sam. He’s mine.”
Whenever we used to watch this show, we’d fall out about who belongs to who, eventually agreeing on Dean being mine and Sam being his. It’s pathetic really, but my God they are both sex on legs. Don’t even get me started on Jensen Ackles’ deep gravelly voice; it’s enough to get my lady parts tingling.
We watch a couple of episodes, deciding to order in as neither of us can be bothered to cook anything. It is the beginning of the weekend after all. The food arrives and we are digging into it when another episode starts. It’s the one called ‘Everyone Loves a Clown.’ He hates it. He’s up and out of his seat as soon as it starts.
“What's wrong?” I ask, pausing it and giggling while he grabs his plate of food and makes a mad dash to the door that leads to his room.
“Clowns,” he bellows. “I fucking hate clowns. You can watch this one on your own.” He practically runs into his bedroom crying. I, on the other hand, don’t mind them. I’ve watched IT by myself because Spence The Baby refused.
Pressing play, I push the plate of leftover food aside.
“You big jessie,” I yell after him in between laughing.
“Go suck a tit, you bitch,” he growls back before slamming his bedroom door firmly shut.
“Make sure you check under your bed before you climb in it!” I can’t help myself. I laugh louder and harder.
“I hate you, Remme Rivers,” I’m just about able to hear him shout through the wood of the door.
“Love you, too.” I can just picture him hesitating a couple of times before finally finding the courage to check under his bed to make sure the coast is clear.
The episode comes to an end, so turning off the television I head to the shower for a quick rinse and to wash my hair.
When I’m done, I head for my bedroom, get my pjs on and
plait my hair.
Climbing beneath the comfort of my duvet, I start thinking of a particularly good-looking face I’ve had the pleasure of getting to know this past week. I can't stop myself. Remembering how close Isaak and myself had been earlier now has me all hot and bothered.
Reaching my hand down towards the waistband of my pyjama shorts, I pause for a split second.
Should I really be doing this?
Fuck it.
I convince myself it’s just to rid him from my mind and to ease the sexual tension that clearly built up at his house earlier before I have to see him again.
Slipping my hand down a bit further and under my underwear, the tips of my fingers slide through the wetness that's already there.
“Holy shit!” I whisper to myself, making sure Spencer doesn't hear me. All the while, images of Isaak’s hot and sweaty body from his sessions come back to the forefront of my mind. I play with the little nub that controls my pleasure as it starts to build up rapidly.
“Fuck…” Arching my back up, wave upon wave of pure ecstasy ripple through me. Moving my fingers faster, I'm so close. My eyes close, and behind the lids, all I see is Isaak as he bends me over my desk at work, and it's my undoing.
I massage my clit faster than a freight train, my breathing turning to hard and fast panting before I slow my rhythm to ride out the last of my climax. My heart feels like it's pounding out of my chest as I remove my hand and make for the bathroom to clean myself up.
Returning to my bed once I'm done, I'm out like a light as soon as my head hits the pillow, Isaak Brookes now well and truly out of my system for good.
Chapter Eleven
Isaak
From the moment I met Remme, I knew there was something between us whether she wants to admit it or not. Don’t ask me what because I have absolutely no idea. It’s a foreign feeling, and I find myself wanting to pursue it more.
I haven’t heard off Remme since she left my house on Friday after we finished up my treatment. I’ve been dying to message her, strictly plutonic just so I can have some sort of communication with her but I hold off. Just about.
Remme is the only woman I’ve spent so much time with that I haven’t slept with. This is new for me. I’ve wanted to; fuck how I’ve wanted too. She’s different but in a really good way. She’s like a breath of fresh air that I didn’t even know I needed. She isn’t like all the other women that know me, but then again, I’ve never giving them the time of day. Never wanted too. Remme on the other hand I want to give all of my time too. Again, this is a whole new ball game for me.
Owen has been a lifesaver and managed to sort out getting the last bits from the list.
I can’t actually wait to get started again today, and knowing I have the gorgeous, voluptuous, and very promiscuous woman all to myself for the next few weeks, excites me in ways I’ve never known.
Oh, the fun I could have with that woman is unbelievable, and she doesn’t even know the half of it. I’m going to show her actually what she wants, even if she doesn’t know it herself. Both of our bodies will be speaking the same language sooner than she thinks. She’ll be begging for me to take her by the time I’ve finished working her up. I’ll teach her and her body things she’s never dreamed possible. Once I’ve had the chance to show her the real me, the side only a select group of people get to see, she will most definitely habituate to my charms.
The doorbell rings, breaking up the wank material I’ve now created in my head.
“Owen, Kenny, your mum, a hairy old man with a beer belly…” I say aloud as I will my dick to decrease in size. I head back into the house from the back garden where I’ve been sitting in the sun, enjoying the peace and quiet. It’s short lived as I open the door and find Owen is standing there.
“Hey, just dropping off the last of the gym weights you asked for,” he explains as he lifts a couple of weights up and heads in through to the gym, I have set up for myself.
“Oh, okay cool.”
“I’ll just drop them in the gym for now, and then you can do what you need with them for your sessions. Speaking of which, when do you start?” he asks, walking past me.
“I already have. I started last week. Did I not tell you?” He shakes his head so I begin to tell him about the phone call I had with Kenny, but the doorbell goes off again.
“Give me a sec, Owen.” I head back towards the door, opening it for a second time, coming face-to-face with Remme. She’s standing there looking sexy as hell in a small white and very tight vest and short body-hugging shorts, showing me all of her womanly curves. I can’t help but look her up and down—big mistake as I can’t control the effect, she has on me. My dick has a mind of its own when it comes to her. I’m not ashamed of the size of my cock, it’s bigger than most. So, I don’t shy away when her eyes begin to roam the length of me. I’ve only got my swim shorts on, so I’m bare chested again for all to see. Remme included. I notice the moment she spots the bulge in my shorts. Her eyes go wide and she fidgets on the spot not knowing where to look. She’s embarrassed because she knows she’s been caught staring. I can’t help the smirk that pulls at the corner of my lips.
“Hi…” I speak first, acting cool and collected when she’s anything but. I lean my body up against the side of the door frame causing my muscles to bunch up without me even having to flex them. Why not give her a bit of a show, she’s obviously enjoying it. She licks her lips before she speaks. She’s clearly mesmerised by me.
“Hi. You ready to get started?” She shakes her head slightly, clearing whatever thoughts she had running around in there. Back to being professional I see.
“Yeah sure. C’mon in.” I move back a step so she can pass me, but not fully so she has to squeeze through. It’s intentional. Her face is literally inches away from touching my chest. I wish for her hand to reach out and touch me, but by chance she manages to get by without physically touching me.
“You get the last few items on the list sorted?” she asks cheerfully.
“I sure did. In fact, Owen was just dropping the last of it off.”
Speak of the devil and he shall appear. Great. Just what I need: him getting involved and no doubt trying to prove he’s better than me. Game on mate...game on.
“Well aren’t you a pretty-looking lady!” He purrs at Remme as he rounds the corner and comes into view.
“Excuse me?” I spot the blush that rises in her perfect cheekbones.
“Oh, c'mon. I know what your fine behind is doing here.” He aims his words in Remme’s direction.
What the hell is he playing at?
Just when I think he’ll keep his mouth shut and leave my house; he proves me fucking wrong.
“Gotta say, Isaak, you’ve surprised me. You don’t normally invite your fuck buddies to your own house.”
Oh shit. I was not expecting that to fall from his mouth. I’m about ready to sucker punch him in the throat, but Remme cuts me short.
“What did you just say?” She takes a step towards Owen.
The stupid prick as the nerve to whistle as he slides past her, and not before checking her out from behind.
This makes me see red. My fists clench at my sides on their own accord. He needs to stop looking at her like she’s his next meal or I won’t be held responsible for my actions, best friend or not.
Wow, Isaak, where the fuck did that come from?
I need to get out of my head and get Owen the fuck out of my house. Pronto.
“Owen, man… you…” I go to tell him he’s got it all wrong but he doesn't quit there.
“Feisty. I bet you give Isaak a run for his money in the bedroom. You tick all his boxes. He’s got a required taste in the bedroom doesn't he, which I’m guessing you’re about to find out.”
Fuck my life!
“You talk to your mother with that mouth?”
Now it’s mine and Owen’s turn to look shocked.
“Look, mister, I don’t know if
you get off on other people's sexual preferences, but I can assure you I’m not another one of Isaak’s floozies. And I most definitely will not be another notch on his bedpost. You got that?” She’s right up in his face now and doesn’t even seem bothered that he’s twice her size. He does nothing but stand there, stunned, until he forms a smile and beams it straight at her.
Okay, this shouldn’t be turning me on at all, but I’m not gonna lie—it totally fucking is. Don’t get me wrong, it’s pissing me off that Remme only sees me like the rest of the world. Just someone who sleeps around. But then again why wouldn’t she? She doesn’t really know me. She is right about one thing though; she could never be just another notch on my bedpost. I don’t know why, but I get the feeling what once would never be enough. I know I would take her again and again and never get tired of her. Even though she thinks that’s all I’m after. She’s pretty much just said as much.
Only when Owen backs away with his hands up in surrender does she back down.
Fuck me, she really is a feisty bitch, and Goddamn it to hell, she’s stirring up all my wants and desires. I want to throw her over my shoulder and smack her arse for the mouth she has on her and then show her exactly what Owen means about my bedroom habits. I have to hold my animalistic side back for now. I need her help to fix my broken body, and if I mess that up by fucking her senseless, I’ll be up shit creek. After all, she’s the best person for the job, so I’m told.
I need to put an end to whatever this slinging match is, more for Owen’s sake than Remme’s.
“Owen, met Remme, my physiotherapist. Remme, this is my best mate, Owen.” I wave my hand between them. Remme just stares at Owen. The penny finally drops with Owen as his mouth forms a oh.