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Reid
We cameout to the kitchen to start dinner, but food ends up being the last thing on our minds. Robin’s lips meet mine and everything changes. Is it me or her that has created this need to have more of each other? Is it some type of reverse hero infatuation, one where I fall for her because I’ve helped her out of one too manyordeals?
Do I even care how thishappened?
I’ll figure that outlater.
For now, I want to enjoy the way her touch makes me crave her more. She crosses her wrists behind my neck, tracing fingers through my hair as she kisses me, which is cut too short for her to tug on. I match her kiss with fierceness, parting her lips, and exploring every contour of her teeth and mouth with my tongue. It’s sure to leave both our lips swollen. Robin lifts up on her tiptoes and grinds against my groin as her breasts rub against my chest. I pick her up by the waist, placing her to sit on the countertop, and with one arm, I pull her legs apart and wedge my bodybetweenthem.
Gripping her ass, I jerk her toward me and press her heat against my cock. It’s hard as granite, throbbing and wanting nothing more than to drive into her and feel her tightness around it. I reach my other hand up to the back of her neck, eyes filled with lust, looking on as Robin unwraps the condom and slowly rolls it up my cock. Once it’s in place, she leans her face in toward mine and kisses me again. With a tilt of her hips and a tightening of her crossed ankles, she welcomesmehome.
Robin pulls from our kiss as I sink into her. Her head falls back, her hands hang on to my biceps, and she matches each and every stroke I deliver head on. I lift up her t-shirt to admire her nakedness. As I pound into her, I lower my face to her chest. Latching on to one nipple, I tug it into my mouth, circling the hardening bud with my tongue. She’s whimpering and rolling her hips in response, adding to the pleasure around my shaft, allowing me deeper inside of her, so deep that I don’t think my cock will be content again unless it’s connectedwithher.
She whispers a simple plea into my ear, and Ismile.
“More.”
It turns out that where Robin and I are concerned, more is better. That has never been the case for me with any other woman. But I need to be realistic. She’s here with me temporarily. Eventually, she’ll go to her parents, or find herself a place, and in all likelihood, there will be no more between us. I’ll face that reality when it happens. At the moment, while she rocks her hips and her tight core pulls more of me inside of her, I’ll givehermore.
I move up from her gorgeous breasts to her collarbone, and to her neck, relishing her response to my every decadent bite on her sweet skin. The moans, the breathy whimpers are almost too much, and when her body tells me she’s about to come, I almost can’t wait to send her to her peak. She relaxes her knees, leans back some more, and snakes one hand down between us until she has two fingers overherclit.
Fuck.
The image drives me out of control, and all I can do is piston into her at a punishing pace. Her body begins to quake as we come together. We’re both weak and overflowing with our releases, but Robin reaches up and kisses me hard. We’re farfromover.
I find a reserve of strength to carry her back to thebedroom.
More iscoming.
Ormaybenot.
Robin moves out of my arms and kicks her legs over the side of the bed. “We shouldn’t havedonethis.”
I sit up, looking at her as she collects her clothes. “What? Are you kidding me? Tell me you’re joking,Robin.”
Glancing over at me for a moment, she pulls the t-shirt over her head and puts on one that’s less wrinkled. “I’m serious. What we did…what we’ve been doing…it’s wrong. You’re my sister’s ex-boyfriend. I can’tanymore,okay?”
“I don’t see what’s thebigdeal.”
“What?” sheshouts.
“It was almost ten years ago. Your sister and I weren’t thatserious.”
“I can’t believe you could say something so hurtful…but maybe this is the real you, huh? Selfish, arrogant and mean-spirited. You didn’t just break her heart, Reid. You killed her spirit and her willtolive.”
“I’m sorry that happened. I couldn’t tell her I was leaving,Robin.”
She steps into her sweatpants and drags them up her legs in a huff, taking her anger out on her clothes. “Whynot?”
“It’scomplicated.”
“No it’s not. It’s simple. You left because you’re acoward.”
“You don’t know anythingaboutme!”
“I know enough! You left because it was the easywayout!”
