Page 16 of Come Find Me Tonight

She told me to come find her tonight.

It could either be a dream come true. Or a complete fucking setup that could end with my arrest for breaking and entering and attempted assault. That thought weighs heavily in my gut, but I told myself to scope it out when I got there. She should know from the first two ‘visits’ that I wouldn’t harm her. Not seriously anyway, and she wants the fantasy too. It was stupid of me to go through with the plan, but she invited me, right? But could I really go into her home and take advantage of her?

The Robby in me likes to take things slow. My first time with Appa should be sensual, where I can worship her for hours, but it’s our first time as Appa and Rook. Robby is benched. He’d get his chance soon, especially if I’m overly rough as Rook. She’ll beg for the softer side of me, and that hope is what will get me through tonight.

I dress in a pair of dark-wash jeans—my Rook jeans—for easy access and a simple T-shirt with sneakers that don’t squeak anymore. I stuff a sleep mask in my pocket just in case it’s still too bright inside from the moonlight, recalling the large windows that span the house. I doubt she’d remember me, and if this continues, I’ll eventually tell her who I am. I add a couple of condoms to my other pocket, too, just in case. I might have teased her about only doing it raw, but I’m not trying to knock her up.

Not the first time, anyway.

I’d be lying if I said that I never pictured our kids, and this evening could either kick off our happily ever after that I’ve quietly waited so long for. Or end before it ever starts.

I promise I’m right for you, Appa.

I drive my stealthy Tesla to Calabasas again. All this time, she was only half an hour away from me. It feels ridiculous how far away she felt. The fingers of my free hand drum along my thigh, feeling more on edge than I was last night because now I have to fuck her like she means nothing to me.

Rook-style.

I stare blankly out the windshield, my eyes glazing over with the city lights flashing in them. Use her. Like she’s disposable, but she’s far from it.

I don’t know what I thought would happen last night, but I was prepared for it to escalate like I am tonight. I mostly wanted to skip the games and make my presence known again and see how she’d react, but her sharpness was a surprise. She’s a demanding and bold little thing, and that shouldn’t sing to my dick the way it does.

She asked for this.

Pulling onto her street, I notice nothing out of the ordinary. Just the usual stillness of a weeknight. No extra cars idling. I park one house down from hers, and I don’t bother doing any tricks on her electrical panel or Wi-Fi.

It shouldn’t be needed.

I quietly shut the car door and walk up to her front door. As I reach for the knob, the cross under my shirt suddenly feels like it might crush my chest with how heavy it feels. I’m usually aware of the coolness of the chain, but something is different.

Forgive me, Father, for what I’m about to do to her.

She promised the door would be unlocked, and I let out a breath when it is. I close the door behind me as quietly as I can. No sirens. No lights. Nothing but complete, eerie darkness and silence. A faint sweet smell lingers.

Her house is large for a single girl. From what she’s posted, it’s way too girly with fuzzy rugs, gold-accented furniture, and décor. I could never live here, but the soft surroundings make the intensity of what I’m about to do so much sexier somehow. This is her personal space, and I’m happily invading it.

All right, so finding Appa…

The bedroom would be too obvious, but she should be here somewhere. It was easy to find her the first couple of times because I paid attention to what areas were lit up before I cut the power. This time, she’s waiting in the dark, knowing I never could have said no to her offer. I wish I had the willpower to stand her up because Rook isn’t the type of guy to follow orders; Robby is. Especially if they’re coming from Appa.

Making my way to the main part of the house, I can only hear the hum of an appliance. I don’t have to look for her long. Approaching the living room, I spot her golden locks highlighted by the moonlight and reflected in a mirror mounted on the living room wall.

Thank you, giant windows.

And an extra thank you to my intuition that it’d still be too bright.

She’s sitting in a high-backed chair, waiting like a good girl, and the chair seems intentional on her part, like she wants me to sneak up on her. My heart thuds loudly in my chest.

You can do this, Robby. You’ve dreamed of having sex with her for years.

But this isn’t sex or lovemaking. It’s gray and would be rough for her. I’m sure we both would enjoy it, but someday, she’ll need to find out what sex with Robby is like.

I pull the mask out of my pocket. Standing behind the chair before she can sense me, I draw it over her eyes and place a hand over her mouth just in case I startle her too much. “Oh, Appa, I’m impressed,” I say in my soft Rook voice, shielding my normal loud voice. I move my hand from her mouth. “But you’re not doing the talking tonight. Unless it’s to tell me to stop.” I grab her soft elbow with much more force than Robby would and bring her to her feet. Her skin feels so frigid against my heat, and she’s so damn light. I could easily bruise her delicate, fair skin if I weren’t careful. What am I thinking?

Rook would bruise her.

I take a moment to look her over in the dim light. She’s only wearing a satin slip that would be a top on anyone taller. It clings to the fuller curves of her chest and hugs her narrow waist. Her hair is perfectly coiled in natural curls. My dick starts straining against my jeans.

I hate this…but I fucking love it, too.