Rob’s grinstretches across his face, so wide and bright that I’m shocked. He seems genuinely happy about my agreeing, which makes me feel better about saying yes.
If we can talk… work through things… maybe we can start something real. A relationship. It doesn’t have to be super serious, at least not at first, but it could be something worthwhile to try. At least, that’s what I hope.
Rob drums his fingers on the table before standing. “Once you’re ready, come and find me.”
“Just be ready when I am,” I say.
“I’m always ready, darlin’,” he drawls.
I shiver, recalling that after our first time, we had a brief pause before going at it again.
His cool down period hadn’t been all that long at all, which makes me wonder how Erika’s pussy can handle four cocks. By the time she’s been with them all, won’t the first guy be ready again? How can she get anything done? How can she walk?
Rob chuckles and walks around the table. He lays a hand on my shoulder, and just that simple touch has me looking up at him, wishing his hand would slide a bit, down my shirt. As I stare at him, I part my lips, wanting to lick them but knowing that would give him the wrong idea.
Hell, my body is already getting the wrong idea. I’m wet, and I shift a bit, trying to get more comfortable.
“Always ready,” Rob repeats, squeezing my shoulder before releasing his hold on me and sauntering back over to his table.
Only I think his hold on me is a bit stronger than that.
Shit.
I’m going to be in trouble, aren’t I?
Robyn makes her way back over, a playful smirk on her face. “So… What did Mr. Rob Blackwood want with you?”
“I think I might have scored a ride on his bike back to campus.”
Her eyebrows shoot up sky-high. “Damn, girl! You move fast!”
I open my mouth, but no words come out. I can see why she thinks that, and it’s on the tip of my tongue to admit that I did already know him, to talk about the cruise ship, but the waitress comes over then with our food.
I dig in, but my stomach is all twisted into knots over the upcoming conversation with Rob that I don’t eat nearly as much as I thought I would’ve.
“We can pack up the leftovers,” Robyn says. “If you want any, just let me know, and I’ll bring it over. It heats up really well.” She grins. “You gonna head on over to Rob now?”
“In a minute.” I already finished my second Cherry Coke, but I lift my glass to my lips anyhow.
Robyn shakes her head. “You’re gonna make so many waves,” she murmurs.
I burst out laughing and lower my glass. “What makes you think that?”
“Rob fawning over a freshman the first day of classes? I swear he’s pussy whipped already. How in the hell did you manage to do that? Are you good enough to make a guy cream just from a few kisses?”
“I don’t think so. Haven’t tried.”
She laughs. “Maybe you should. Wouldn’t that be a riot to learn that the legend on campus can spuge from kisses alone? And I’m not even talking about kisses on his cock either.”
“What the hell? What makes you think any of this?”
Robyn shrugs, her gaze shifting from me over to the guys. “I don’t know. I don’t think I’ve ever seen Rob act like this over a girl before, so you have to have something going for you.”
“Clearly I do. You took me under your wing, didn’t you?”
“Aw, but you were like a lost little puppy dog. How could I not take you under my wing?” She laughs. “You’re a doll, and who knows? Maybe he’s maturing and wants to find himself a nice girl.”
“Who says I’m nice?”