Page 58 of Come Find Me Tonight

“No, finish and get dried off.”

I look long enough to watch Enzo turn and walk away before darting my eyes back to Robby. “What—? Should we—?” I stumble through my words as Robby keeps railing me and making water splash into my face.

“It’s fine. He wasn’t looking, and I caught him with my dad’s former assistant bent over in the stables when we were twenty-two.” Robby’s voice is still hoarse in a wound-up-sex way. “Lord knows his younger brothers are worse. Here, go kneel on the top step.” He stops thrusting, slaps my ass under the water playfully, and pulls himself out of me. I grumble at the sudden emptiness.

Kneeling on the first step, Robby drills into me faster than ever from behind, making me scream loud enough that Enzo probably heard. The sun beats down on my back, and my hair starts drying off my shoulders. It doesn’t take long in this deeper position before we come together. Robby fists my curls, pulling me against his chest while he’s still inside of me, and his other arm wraps around my torso. My scalp screams until he plants a kiss on my neck.

Please don’t let him have an exhibitionist kink.

“Best afternoon ever,” he whispers against my neck.

“If we moved here, we’d absolutely need our own property…a couple of miles away,” I breathlessly say.

“Agreed.”

I turn my head to look at him. “So, how fast do you think we could sell our houses?”

Robby grins wide. “Not fucking fast enough.” He shifts and sits on the top step, drawing me into his arms, and planting kisses all over my hair and temples like it’s decided already.

This is our future.

Chapter Twenty-One

Robby

“I want to repaint my bathroom. What do you think?” Appa asks, putting toothpaste on her electric toothbrush. She’s standing barefoot at her vanity, wearing a cream maxi-length sleep dress that clings to her curves down to her ankles, held up by two thin spaghetti straps. She called the style bodycon, but it wasn’t going to stay on her body much longer.

It’s Friday night, not even a week after our trip to Napa, and we’re back in LA. As soon as I was done with work for the weekend, I immediately threw a small duffel bag together, grabbed my keys, and was out the door for Appa’s. I haven’t seen her since we got back; work was too slammed following the long weekend and taking an extra day off.

But seeing her in my roots felt exactly how I always imagined it. I knew Enzo liked her and would have good things to report back to the family. Aside from the pool incident.

No regrets, though.

“Robby?” Appa is staring at me, holding her toothbrush.

My eyes refocus on her. “Yeah, sorry, that sounds good.”

I turn to my vanity. It’s still hers, of course. I don’t live here, but it’s the unused side. I think she used to store extra products on it instead of putting them away but keeps it clear for me now. I brush my teeth alongside her, the alternating buzzing of the brushes filling the quiet bathroom. Sometimes, I feel like we race each other as we do something as mundane as brushing our teeth, but instead of trying to finish first, it’s seeing who spits first. Whoever finishes second is the more thorough brusher. Tonight, she got a head start, so no race was needed.

“I was also thinking of redoing some of this caulking. See? It’s wrinkling.” She points out the spot where the counter meets the backsplash.

I spit and rinse my mouth. “Easy enough. You want my mad caulk skills?”

She playfully rolls her eyes. “Yes, I want your self-proclaimed mad caulk skills.” She smirks. “In and out of the bedroom.”

I turn toward her. “You drained me all weekend.”

“But that was days ago.”

Just as addicted as me. If not, more than.

“Let’s go get paint and stuff tomorrow morning,” I say to veer this train back on track before she gets too derailed.

“Yay! I’m so tired of this greige. Can we get coffee on the way?” She turns on the big blue puppy-dog eyes as if I’ve ever said no to her.

“If that’s what my passenger princess requires,” I tease.

“You don’t have to ask; I’ll marry you,” she says.