Page 41 of Patio Lanterns (The Blue Canoe Cottage #1)

Her thighs clamped around his head. “Fuck!” she howled. She came hard, writhing as he drew out an intense series of spasms from her one after another, releasing a torrent of desire as she moaned a hot streak of obscenities.

While she was still coming down from her high, mewling helplessly, he crawled over her luscious body.

“My God, what have you done to me?” She lamented, her chest still rising and falling as a smile played at her lips.

He rolled off the bed to shed his jeans and underwear. “I could ask you the same thing,” he said, taking his stiff cock in hand and priming it with a few strokes as she lay captivated.

“Oh, baby,” she moaned, prying her head from the pillow, “I need me some of that.” She prowled towards him on all fours to where he stood next to the bed.

With a groan, he watched as her hot, wet mouth sank down on his cock, nearly swallowing him whole as she plunged him into paradise.

He gasped. Already on the cusp of release, his balls fucking aching, he still indulged in a moment of unadulterated pleasure under the spell of her voracious sucking.

Reaching for a condom on the nightstand, he made quick work of tearing it open.

At the crinkling of the foil, she released him from her mouth and gave him room to roll it down the length of his sturdy cock.

“How do you want me?” she panted, looking up at him with eyes that said she was up for anything.

He licked his lips, salivating over the endless possibilities, positions, and places he wanted to take her.

As he pondered, she made up her mind for them both.

Still on all fours, she turned around, spread her hands out in front of her and tipped the business end of her luscious ass in his direction.

Well, who was he to argue? It was Robin’s world, and he was just the lucky son of a bitch who got to do her doggie-style in it.

He lined himself up behind her, and the moment his cock made contact with the steam heat of her slick entrance, his eyes nearly rolled back in his head. He flexed his hips, easing inside her, slowly, savouring the sensation of her silky pussy as it gripped him inch by mind-blowing inch.

Impatient, she pushed back against him, her body insisting he slide in faster and deeper, filling her completely at once.

A feral growl passed through him. Fuck, she felt amazing.

He rocked higher, harder, his hips rolling forward as he thrust into her again and again.

A sheen of sweat glazed both their bodies as they moved together.

He’d never had it so good. Hell, no man’s ever had it this good.

“Faster, baby,” she urged, her voice thick with desire. “Come for me.”

He gave it to her with everything he had in him, again and again, pulling back and plunging in deeper as she cried out for more.

His heart hammered in his chest as he pumped, his heavy cock growing thicker, taut balls pulling tighter.

She arched back, her pussy clenching around him, and a split second later, the damn broke.

With a flash of blinding white light behind his eyes and a roar of thunder in his ears, he came, throbbing hard, hard, oh good God so fucking hard.

After shedding the condom, he flopped down next to her in a spent, sweaty, panting heap, trying to catch his breath and ease back from the brink of delirium. He turned his head towards her, mainly because his neck was the only part of his body he was still capable of moving.

She was now lying on her back too, her eyes closed, her skin glistening with sweat. God, she really was something.

“You sure we’ve only known each other a few days?” she asked dreamily. “Because I’m pretty sure we went from the new sexual partner discovery phase to reaching expert level in record time.”

He laughed. “It might have had something to do with the pent-up frustration and energy we needed to get out, but I’ve gotta agree, we’re pretty great together.”

“And not just in bed.” She rolled towards him and placed her hand on his chest. He held it in place so she could feel what was inside of him, his full heart beating strong because of how much she’d given to him.

“I wish I could stay here with you forever,” she said softly.

He turned on his side to face her. “Then stay. You and Mutt. You could both stay with me. We could be so happy.”

She smiled. “We would be very happy. As long as you kept steak in the fridge.”

“Is that all it takes? Consider it done.” He smirked. “But seriously, why not? Why couldn’t you stay?”

“I need to get back to work, although I still haven’t heard back from Parker, and she’s really the one who calls the shots. But it’ll take a while for things to get back on track, so I might lay low around here another week or two, maybe more. I really don’t know.”

“Fair enough,” he said, relieved to hear that Robin planned to stay a bit longer, even though in his heart of hearts, he wanted it to be indefinitely.

He could already see himself building his world around her, loving her, cherishing her, giving her everything she ever dreamed of and more.

And yet, if that was not possible, he knew he had to prepare for the devastating day when it came to a sudden end, leaving him only with the memory of what they’d shared that summer.

“Whatever time we have together, I want us to make the most of it.”

“Me too.” She leaned in and kissed him tenderly. “But if it’s okay with you, can we not talk about this? Tonight’s been so blissfully perfect, I just want to keep floating here for a while.”

Slam.

The front door.

“Dad?” Aidan called out from downstairs. “You home?”

Rick bolted up and off the bed in one move. “Jesus Fucking Christ!”

Robin lunged for the headboard and pulled back the sheets, diving beneath them to take cover. “What the fuck?” she hissed. “Aidan still has a key?”

“Dad?” His voice bounced off the walls leading upstairs.

“Hold on! I’ll be right down!” Rick’s heart kicked like a jackrabbit on cocaine as he felt around for his jeans on the floor.

“Why’d you leave the party without saying goodbye? You feeling okay?”

“Um... yeah,” he said, jamming both his feet through his pant legs at once. “I spilled something on my clothes and came back here to change.”

Footsteps hit the stairs.

Rick quickly zipped up. “Jesus, Aidan, I said I’m coming!” He turned back to see the whites of Robin’s wild eyes, the sheet pulled up to her nose, and tripped on his own bare feet. He caught himself as he stumbled into the hallway, blockading the bedroom door.

“Dad!” Aidan had stopped halfway up the stairs. “What the fuck is going on? Lark just told me—”

Rick’s eyes quickly adjusted. A few steps below Aidan was a shadowy figure that he hadn’t noticed at first. Lark? Oh fuck.

“Where’s my sister?” she demanded, jabbing her finger in the air. “I know she’s hiding up there!”

“Your sister?” Rick balked, stalling so that his mouth could catch up to his dopamine-doped brain, still coming out of its sex-induced stupor. “Which one? Because if I’m not mistaken, you have two sisters. Let’s see now... there’s Dove, and then there’s Robin…”

Lark tried to bulldoze her way to Rick’s bedroom through Aidan, but he wisely held her back. “I knew it! I just knew it!” she yelled. “Robin, get your ass down here right now!”

“So it’s true?” Aidan asked. “You and… Robbie?”

Rick spied his son’s appalled glare. He should’ve trusted his gut and confessed everything to Aidan at the party before he let that moment slip away.

Anything would’ve been better than having him find out like this.

“I’m sorry,” he said calmly. “But I’m going to have to ask you both to leave. This is my home, after all.”

“Dad, how could you?”

How could I? Have you met Robin? I mean, how could I not? “Aidan, look, I…”

Lark screeched. “I’m not leaving until I see my sister!”

Rick held out his hands, trying to pacify the situation before it escalated into a screaming match. “There’s no need to get hysterical. Let’s just calm down, and we can talk about this reasonabl—”

Lark glowered up at him. “Do you have any idea what you’ve done? People are talking about the way you two were carrying on at the party.”

Rick heard a soft rustling as Robin shuffled out of the bedroom. She sidled up to him, clutching the bedsheet to her chest. “I don’t care what anyone says. Let ‘em talk.”

“Robbie?” Aidan’s jaw dropped. “Holy fuck.”

“Robin!” Lark roared.

“In the flesh.” Her cheeks fiery, her bedhead of unruly curls defiant against her bare shoulders, she looked bold, sexy, and entirely ready for the insurgence. “If you’ve got something to say, then say it to us both.”

“You lied!” Lark seethed. “You lied right to my face about Aidan’s father.”

“Because I knew you couldn’t handle it, and the second you found out, you’d lose your freaking mind,” Robin fired back. “It appears you’re right on time.”

Rick tried reasoning with Aidan. “Look, son, I wanted to tell you, but I was waiting for the right—”

“Is she… the one on your phone?” Aidan gaped. “Miss July?”

“Miss July? Oh gawd!” Lark guffawed. “And… wait, wait, don’t tell me. Could it be we’ve found your mystery drug dealer?”

“Drug dealer?” Rick questioned.

“It’s a long story, don’t worry about it,” Robin told him before taking a deep breath. “Well, at least now it’s all out in the open, and there’s nothing to hide anymore. Rick and I have been seeing one another.”

Lark slammed her hand down on the banister. “He’s old enough to be your father! He’s old enough to be my father.”

“He is my father,” Aidan added.

“He’s also a man with wants and needs who is still hot as fuck,” Robin declared, grasping Rick’s bicep as she nestled in closer. “And we are both consenting adults.”

For the first time, both Lark and Aidan were silent. The devastated look on Aidan’s face, the one Rick had desperately wanted to avoid, delivered a gut punch. God forbid it meant their relationship was down for the count.

“Aidan, I know this comes as a shock. So please, give us a minute, and go pour yourselves a stiff drink,” Rick calmly implored. “We’ll be right down, and then we will talk.”