Page 42 of Come Take Me Now

I walk through the front door and notice how hard I’m panting. I pushed myself more than I should have, but letting my mind run amok about Enzo and daydreaming about what we are makes time go by so much faster.

“I was worried about you. Thought you might’ve tripped and fallen down a hill,” Clarissa says. “And we were going to have to send out a search party.” She flips her hair and drops her eyes back to her laptop.

Can’t this lady get a damn hobby?

“That’s funny,” I mutter, heading straight to my room to rinse off and change.

I keep my hair in its high ponytail and spray dry shampoo onto my hairline, raking my fingertips through my roots to blend it in and hopefully absorb my sweat. I drop my tank top and shorts next to the plush bath mat and step into the tiled shower. I want this to be as fast as possible to avoid running late. I skip my loofah and use my hands to lather my orange-scented body wash over my skin in fluffy bubbles.

Ugh, I wish Enzo was in here with me.

I’ve never been fucked in the shower, but I couldn’t think of a better person to try it with. He could hold me in those bulky arms of his and guide me up and down on his cock. My hands slide down my slick stomach, past my belly button, to where my legs meet. I close my eyes and lean against the steamed tile. A finger slips inside, and I gasp.

It’s not enough.

Nor is another finger.

I pull my fingers out and let out a defeated exhale. I need to get dressed. I yank my towel off the holder and drag it across my skin to absorb the water droplets on my body.

After a little moisturizer, sunscreen, and a touch of waterproof mascara, I put my bikini on. It’s white, and the bottoms are nearly a thong. It’s not the most conservative, but I want Enzo to see my ass without a care if anyone else does. I pull on a fresh tank top and shorts over my bikini and throw a spare pair of underwear into my small handbag to change into later if needed.

The vineyard is lush as always from the mild summers here. I drive down the paved path to where Enzo’s red truck is parked in front of his Uncle Rob’s house. Since it’s late in the work week, a few cars are parked in front of the small office building, but Enzo deserved an afternoon off to relax a bit. Of course, this week with our non-stop sex, he’s been chill.

I can’t imagine why.

I text Enzo that I’m here, and he doesn’t make me wait as he emerges from the front door a minute later. He’s shirtless in black knee-length swim trunks, nothing but olive skin and black tattoos on display. He shoves his sunglasses to the top of his head, his eyes beaming as he sees me.

“God, I love white on you,” he says, dipping his head to kiss my neck.

I grin, crossing my wrists behind his neck. “Hi, Enzo.”

“Missed you,” he replies and quickly pecks me on the lips.

How could I ever stay mad at him?

“It’s only been like five hours,” I tease him.

He gives my ass a quick pinch. “That’s too long.” Anxiety I kept on the back burner comes to the front and center. What the fuck are we going to do when I move to SoCal? “Come on, everyone’s out back.” He leads me into Rob’s house and waits for me while I strip down to my bikini in the downstairs half-bathroom.

Outside, Robby is in the pool with a curly, dark-haired toddler while Appa lounges poolside in a conservative one-piece. She lowers her sunglasses when she notices me and promptly covers her lap with a cover-up.

“That’s Ember, Robby and Appa’s daughter,” Enzo says to me.

Robby looks up from his daughter. “Hey, Tilly!” His voice makes me jump a little, even though I should have expected it. I’m too used to Enzo’s almost soft-spoken tone.

I settle in the lounger next to Appa and sip sparkling water while I watch Enzo and Robby splash in the pool and entertain Ember. It’s sweet. Looking at a guy like Enzo, I never would have guessed that he’d be good with kids, but being the oldest sibling and later, an uncle, does that.

“I have way too much cellulite to be this undressed near you,” Appa jokes.

I turn my head to look at Appa. “You just had a baby, and you’re gorgeous.”

“But I’m not twenty-two,” she replies in a teasing tone.

I laugh. “I’m only twenty-one. Too weird to be with E?” I ask her.

“Maybe a little.”

I cover my face with my arm. “Ugh! But it’s so good,” I whimper. I close my eyes and memories of this morning flash through my head. Waking up next to Enzo, waking him up with a blowjob, and then riding him.