“I know.”
Gray
I can’t get her clothes off fast enough.
She backs into the bedroom, already kicking off her jeans as I’m pulling her sweater over her head.
“You too,” she urges me, yanking at my belt while walking backward to the bed. The mattress catches her behind the knees and she tumbles, landing on her back, her hair fanning out on the comforter.
Christ, she’s beautiful; her eyes shining with passion, a deep flush high on her cheeks, and those lush, wet lips slightly parted in anticipation.
I’m out of my jeans in seconds, ripping my boxer briefs down with them and toeing off my socks. When I straighten up and pull my shirt over my head, Robin’s eyes drop down to my cock, jutting out eagerly.
Her skin contrasts pale against the black bra.
“Take it off.”
My voice is hoarse with barely contained lust as she arches her back to reach behind her. I have no idea where the garment lands when she flings it off the bed, since my eyes are glued to her creamy soft breasts. My gaze slides down over the swell of her belly to the edge of her black panties. Immediately her hands move down to her hips hooking thumbs underneath the elastic.
“Let me.”
I brush her hands away and slide the panties down her legs, the scent of her arousal tempting my senses. Sinking down on my knees, I drag her body close to the edge of the mattress and pull her legs over my shoulders. Her fingers restlessly dig into the comforter; I don’t hesitate lashing the flat of my tongue along her crease.
My eyes close and a satisfied groan works its way up from deep in my chest when her flavor hits my sensory receptors. I’m not in a hurry, savoring every moan from her lips and tremble of her body. Time, once all-important, becomes meaningless when her thighs clamp tightly on my head and Robin cries out her release.
My scruff still slick with her essence, I kiss my way up her body, nipping and tasting her soft, pliant skin. She doesn’t flinch when I reach her mouth. Her hands pull my face close, kissing me back hungrily. Without losing our connection I slide my arm underneath her, moving us farther onto the mattress. She wraps her legs around my hips, as I align my straining cock to her center and sink myself deep inside her.
“Gray…” she sighs, ending our kiss.
Her hands slide down to my ass, fingers digging into my flexing muscles as I pump into her body. Already I can feel tightness building at the base of my spine and my movements grow erratic.
“Honey…” she whispers, her eyes holding mine captive. “Love you back.”
My thin thread of control snaps hearing those words.
“Fuuuck yesss,” I grind out as I buck, spurting hot streams of my cum inside her. A full-body shiver makes me weak and I collapse on top of her, my face buried in her neck.
I may have dozed when I hear her soft strangled voice at my ear.
“I can’t breathe.”
“Sorry,” I mumble, rolling over and taking her with me so she’s on top. “Better?”
“Much.” She nuzzles the hair on my chest. “But I’m leaking all over you.”
I chuckle at that. She’s not lying; we’re virtually glued together.
“Fine. Shower.”
I hold onto her firmly and swing us both out of bed. She giggles in my arms, grabbing onto my shoulders, as I walk us to the bathroom. I take great pleasure in washing her clean under the warm stream, and I gladly let her return the favor.
Zeus is curled in the middle of the mattress when we get back to the bedroom. He protests loudly when Robin picks him up, plants a kiss on his head, and sets him on the floor before crawling in bed. I flick off the lights and get in to spoon her, tugging her body close.
I stroke the pads of my fingers lazily along her skin and breathe in the freshly washed scent of her hair.
“You love me.”
It’s more a statement than a question, but she answers anyway, twisting her head to look at me.
“I do.”
“Why?”
She snorts and rolls toward me. “Why? Well, because…” She hesitates and then shakes her head. “It’s really not that simple.” She pushes me to my back, and props her chin on my chest.
“There’s darkness inside me.”
“And there’s light,” she counters.
“I get angry.”
“And you can be exquisitely sweet.”
“I’m violent.”
That earns me a narrowing of her eyes.
“Bullshit. You’re one of the most gentle men I’ve known.”
I shake my head and don’t bother hiding the small smile tugging at my lips.
“Do you have an answer for everything?”
“Try me,” she challenges, and I wrap my arms around her while my body shakes with laughter.
Chapter Twenty-Six
Robin
Shirley slips past me with the order for table seven, tossing me a little smile over her shoulder.
She arrived back in town last week and after getting herself sorted, started at the diner yesterday. She seems like a different person from the woman I’d worked alongside for years before.
That woman had been distant, reserved, and rarely cracked a smile. The woman who showed up yesterday looked like the weight of the world was lifted from her shoulders. She hugged everyone, cried happy tears, and has treated customers to wide smiles and kind words all day yesterday and today.
“Do you have a second?”
“Sure.” I barely get the chance to answer when Shirley grabs my arm and pulls me toward the ladies’ room. “What is it?” I ask when she shuts the door behind us.
“I owe you an apology.”
“For what?”
Her eyes flit to a point beyond my shoulder and she visibly steels herself.
“It may have been my fault Mike came after you.”
“That wasn’t your responsibility,” I assure her, but she shakes her head sharply.
“It was. I told my boys you’d dropped me off here. I didn’t know my youngest shared your name with his father. He knows Mike attacked someone, but didn’t put two and two together until he called me last
