Page 5 of Beards and Babies

My cock swells with each movement she makes. I do my damnedest to stifle the groan that’s threatening to spill out.

I’m sure she feels me. That thick, lush ass of hers is pressed so tight to my jeans I can feel her heat. So warm and inviting.

Robin doesn’t fight our tight embrace, and for once in my life, I don’t do the right thing. I forget my duty, and my heart calls her mine. One, because I must be delusion. Two, because she feels like mine. We fit so perfectly.

A long time passes as the movie plays, and I think she must have fallen asleep. Moving my face up, my beard skims her neck. I see her eyes roll back, but she shoots up off the couch.

“You know what? It is late…and I’m very tired. Goodnight.”

“Goodnight,” I say, feeling as if I missed something, but respecting whatever space she needs. “I might be up early. Can I knock and say goodbye?”

“You’re leaving already?”

I hate how much I love the disappointment in her question.

“Yeah. Quick turn around with the ever-growing, plastic-island issue.”

She nods but looks down at her feet.“Okay then. What time? I’ll set my alarm.”

“Six.”

“Ew, gross.”

Her morphed face makes me laugh. She’s so fucking adorable I could stay up all night, looking at her.

“Okay. I’ll set like five alarms, and you’ll still have to knock really loud.”

“I can do that.”

Her sad smile cuts me. Then she nods and leaves to her room.

I don’t want to leave tomorrow. The thought creeps in as I make my way to my own bed. It has perfectly clean sheets but isn’t at all as comforting as Robin’s room.

Staring at the ceiling, the wine pulls my eyelids. I’m drifting off when I think I hear something. At first, it’s soft, but then Robin pounds her knuckles ungracefully on my door. Without a single thought, I sit up and call for her to come in.

CHAPTERTHREE

Robin

Pacing my old room, I list all the reasons I shouldn’t risk this. If he rejects me again, it will sting like a mother trucker, but I think it would feel worse if I hole up in my bed wishing I took this chance. He was fully hard against me for the part of the movie I watched. The heat from his body, the protective way he held me close, it was all too much. I couldn’t hold still anymore, so I bolted.

Now, I’m wet and worked up, and my vibrator is packed in my big suitcase, currently in the trunk of my car, under the pouring rain. Not accessible. So I’m pacing.

At least, I was. Now, I’m stripping out of my clothes. It’s too hot. I’m too worked up. I should go take a cold shower and call it a night.

Instead, I grab an extra sheet from my closet, touch up my makeup and tell myself I got this. I’m not that young girl anymore. I’m older, wiser, and I won’t fall in love with him after one night. This scenario only has the potential for tonight, and I can handle that.

Taking a deep breath, I slip out of my room, walk the short hall to his room and knock three times.

“Come in!”

I push inside but lean back against the door to close it lazily. It’s obvious why I’m here, but I need to know I’m wanted.

“At the risk of being rejected again, I was wondering…” I say shyly, letting it hang.

Soren’s brow furrows. “I never rejected you. It didn’t go as either one of us might have wanted, but know with certainty, Robin, I didn’t reject you.”

My lungs squeeze tight with emotion I don’t like, choking me. He is too perfect. Can I really do this without feelings?

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