“And when will that be?” It was as close as I ever came in my life to begging a guy to spend some time with me.
Not that I suspected Rob of avoiding me. We both just had a lot of stuff going on this summer. He’d have more time when the weather cooled off again.
“July Fourth? You have the day off, right? I promised to show up for the family picnic, but I’d be a lot happier about it if you came with me.”
“Done. If you want, I could come over the night before, spend the night. I’m actually counting the weeks until the ground freezes again.”
His voice deepened. “I miss you, too, beautiful. But my parents need some help with the house. My mom wants to rearrange furniture, like the queen’s coming.”
“I’m sure Nadia will appreciate it. She’d better...since you’re busting ass for her instead of seeing your girlfriend.” Saying it out loud always gave me a secret thrill.
“This is more about making my mom happy,” he said. “Anyway, I have to go. I’ll see you later, okay?”
“Counting on it.”
I spent the rest of the day studying and working on a project that was due in two weeks. I’d never be able to talk about my work with Rob, but that was fine. I didn’t need that from him; there were plenty of people online who could hold that conversation with me. Nobody else could make me feel like he did. Safe. Precious. Important.
Later, I sat in front of my computer, wondering if I should buzz Nadia for a Skype chat. Part of me wanted to tell her about Rob and me before she got here, but the other half thought I should do it in person since I’d already waited this long. In the end, I shut my laptop and decided to be brave. After the holiday, I’d do a group chat with her and Angus, maybe Max, too, unless he preferred to pass. I’d understand, if so.
The dealership was busy with the pre-Fourth of July sale they were running, so work went fast. Soon, I was speeding over to Rob’s place. He pounced on me, not even letting me hop out before he kissed me so hard that I almost fainted like a damsel in a silent movie. Suddenly I didn’t care so much what they were saying about him on the internet. All of those women might think he was the hottest thing ever, but they didn’t get this.
“I have some bad news,” he said.
“Crap. What?” If he was canceling on me, I might cry.
“My mom wants me to come to dinner tonight. Apparently they’ll be back from the airport in an hour or so. She wants me there waiting, fuck if I know why.”
That sounded like Rob’s mom. She was always trying to foster a closer relationship between her kids, not realizing that her pushing only aggravated Rob and made Nadia feel awkward. “You’re not planning to ditch me?”
“Hell, no, I’m taking you with me. They know we’re together, the whole town does. Have you talked to Nadia about us?”
I shook my head. “It’s too deep for Skype, and we have other stuff to clear up, too. Plus, it feels weird to break the news that I’m doing her brother online.”
He groaned. “I wish you were doing me. How long’s it been? Ten years?”
“A week and a half.” I suppressed a smile.
“That’s ten years in no-sex time. Do you mind driving? I’d need to put gas in the truck, and my mom will bitch if we’re not there to give Nadia a big welcome when she rolls up.”
“No worries, I’ll save you from maternal scolding. Just let me change real quick. I still have jeans here, right?”
“Upstairs, bottom drawer of my dresser. You have two T-shirts and a hoodie, too.”
I tossed him my keys as I climbed out of the car. “Back in five.”
Rob was already in the car with the motor running. The flats I’d worn to work didn’t look bad with jeans, and I’d probably kick them off as soon as we got inside anyway. I was close enough to part of the Conrad clan that nobody would think it was weird for me go barefoot. He raced across town, and we pulled up to find we’d beaten them back.
“All clear.” He unlocked the door and let us in.
I could see evidence of Rob’s hard work in the changes to the living room—it was prettier and more inviting. He sighed in relief, gave me back my keys and collapsed on the sofa. A wicked urge whispered in my ear, and it was beyond me to resist.
“How much time do you think we have?” I asked.
“Hard to say. My mom’s driving, and she tends to be cautious.”
“So...we could fool around?” I licked my lips teasingly and put my hand on his thigh. His muscles jumped beneath my hand.
“You’re the devil in woman skin. Don’t tease me.”
“I’m not. Text your parents, ask how far away they are.”
For a few seconds, he stared at me, then he did. We watched his phone for two minutes in silence until his mom pinged back, Thirty miles, so a little over half an hour. See you soon!
“Get a towel,” I suggested.
Though I expected him to argue, he practically ran to the linen closet. Apparently Rob had a little bit of naughty in him. Once I had the old beach towel, I spread it out on the couch and then reached for the button on his jeans. Before I popped it, I cupped him, found him hard as hell. His breath hissed through parted lips.
“This will be fun.” Getting out my phone, I set the alarm for twenty minutes, allowing for cleanup time afterward.
Rob shook his head, watching me. I unfastened his jeans and shucked them down to his knees. As his cock jutted free, he sighed in relief. “Can’t believe we’re doing this.”
“Come on, don’t tell me you never thought about me sucking you off right here.”
“Once or twice,” he admitted on a groan.
“Sit back and enjoy it. But if we’re both getting off without getting caught, we have to be fast. No trying to control yourself, okay?”
“I couldn’t if I tried,” he mumbled, tugging my head down.
No time for teasing, so I got into position, stretching out perpendicular on the couch, then I licked him up and down to get his shaft good and wet. His fingers tightened in my hair; I sucked his cock into my mouth. Rob bucked upward, lunging into motion. There was no finesse about the way he took my mouth, just urgency.
That’s it. Go. Go for it.
His breathing escalated faster than I’d ever heard it. “Fucking shit, that’s good. Harder, Lauren. Teeth, just a little...”
In answer, I scraped lightly downward. Most guys didn’t like it, but I’d already figured out that Rob enjoyed a whisper of pain. With one hand, I raked my nails over his balls and he jerked, snarling out a sound I’d never heard from him. So I did it again. Then I licked a fingertip and touched him lower, lower. He shuddered and pushed all the way into my throat, thrusting until I could hardly handle him. I couldn’t ask if he liked it, but he moved his hips against my fingertip, silently encouraging me. The second I pressed inward, he came, flooding my mouth in hot, convulsive pumps.