Page 63 of Come Find Me Tonight

I push back against him. “Yes, they do,” I cry out. “I know you’re going to fuck me.” I’m acting out on purpose. Maybe I want him to try something new tonight.

His hand is back on my head, holding me down. “Robby’s been too easy on you. You got fucking spoiled.”

Mm, don’t I know it.

He removes his finger and grabs my hips to flip me over, so the back of my head and back are resting on the counter now. The edge of the counter bites my lower back. He loops his arms around my thighs and spears me onto his dick to the hilt.

“Ah!” I cry out. The first thrust is always my favorite, especially when I’m still sore from the night before. Pleasure needs a little pain, too. Like dark chocolate covered in sea salt. And I’m sore thanks to Robby. I smirk in the darkness that I’m the reason he’s so tired tonight.

Rook thrusts hard and fast, pacing faster than Robby usually would. The bathroom counter is hard on my back, and I angle my neck to prevent my head from hitting the wall. I might have to call the chiropractor tomorrow, but Rook just fucks differently. He snakes his hands under my bottom, lifting me to his chest without pulling out. I wrap my legs around his waist.

“I got you,” he whispers.

Being face-to-face finally, I crash my lips to him and find his tongue with mine. I savor the inside of his mouth, tasting coffee and mint. I can picture my Robby having a quick cup of coffee to perk up and trying to cover it up with some gum.

We collapse onto my bed with Rook always staying on top. He grips my upper arms to stabilize himself as he pounds into me harder and faster each time. I’m not always vocal in bed, but he makes me moan from the constant change in pace. He nearly pulls out each time just to bury himself as deep as he can, and I scream again, but this time, in pleasure. His fingers squeeze tighter on my arms.

“Holy fuck,” he groans.

My lower abdomen bunches up as something builds between my legs. He moves his hand to my neck and lightly squeezes, and I’m undone. I grip the crisp sheets and curl my toes. A wave washes through me as I explode on his cock.

“Shit,” he groans. I feel the familiar coil in him when his body tenses up against mine.

My eyes flare open. “Wait, Robby…Robby! Stop!” I exclaim as he pumps his come into me. “I’m not on birth control,” I mumble, feeling completely defeated.

But he knew that.

“It’s too fucking late. I gave you all of it.” He collapses on top of me. His chest heaves with his ragged breathing, and the metal of his nipple rings cools my skin. His chest is sweaty against mine, but I feel chilled and breathless beneath him.

I flatten my palms on the sheets. There’s no use trying to push him off. “Get off.” He slips out of me and rolls onto his side of the bed. I lift my head slightly to look down at my body. “That wasn’t…” My throat feels too tight to get words out after what he just did.

He props himself up on his elbow and gives my thigh a light rub. “I’m sorry. I got caught up. We’ll get some Plan B.”

I shake my head. “I can’t take Plan B.” I cover my face with my hands to hide the tears burning my eyes. “How could you? You know I’m not on anything right now.”

I feel the bed shift, and I separate my fingers just enough to peek to see where he went. I faintly spot him in my bathroom, and I hear the faucet run for a second. He returns, and I feel the lukewarm washcloth between my legs as he cleans me up.

“I’m really sorry, baby. It’s going to be okay.” His voice is gentle as Robby steps back in, but I’m sick to my stomach. How does he know that? The one time I’m on a birth control break, and he pulls this shit. I trusted Robby, and getting ambushed was the last thing I expected tonight. As annoying as they are, he’s been so consistent with condoms during this time. “Really.”

I roll onto my side away from him and bring my knees to my chest. My skin still smells of lavender from the bath. “Rook needs to fucking die.” I feel a tear escape my eye and get absorbed by my pillow. “Or you need to learn when to step in when things get out of control.” He lies next to me, pulling my backside into his warm chest. I stare at the wall, focusing on the décor on it. “Or are you trying to tie me down?” I quietly ask.

“God, Appa, no, but I’m not going anywhere. You can take that to the bank.”

I roll over to face him. “So, if I get pregnant…”

“Then we’ll have a baby,” he breathes into my hair.

“It’s too soon,” I whisper into his chest.

My words hang in the air. The idea of not having my period for a few months is alluring, and I don’t doubt Robby would be the best dad someday. But we’ve only been together for the summer. He might’ve said he wasn’t trying to tie me down, but my gut tells me he could be lying.

His fingers graze my upper arm. “Want me to go?” He plants a gentle kiss on my temple.

I wipe my tears from his chest and shake my head. “No, but I want you to secure my shit this weekend. When the lights went out, I thought it was a copycat or someone else, and your phone went straight to voicemail. It was so scary.”

“Someone else?” Robby asks. “Who?”

My eyes meet his as I tilt my head back. “Um, a year ago, my friend set me up with a guy, and I nearly got date-raped. The first two times you showed up, I thought it was him.”