Robbie wished Devyn would say something, but only silence came after the questions. Then Devyn’s mother added, “Do you know what a squatter is? People move in and then the landlord can’t get them out. What are you going to do if you can’t get her to leave? She’s already using your things and—”

  “Can we not have this discussion right now? I thought you were worried about being late.”

  “If that dog bites her, she could sue. She certainly doesn’t look like she has money and I’m guessing that Honda out front is hers. If she has to rent that little cottage…Was this a Craigslist thing? You know murderers find their victims on Craigslist.”

  “Seriously, Mom, stop. She’s not a murderer.”

  “Well, she looks…tough.”

  Devyn didn’t argue. It made sense Devyn wouldn’t admit they were sleeping together. But she wished Devyn would at least say she was getting the projects done around the house that Matt hadn’t.

  “How much are you charging her?”

  “I’m not charging her,” Devyn said.

  “You’ve taken in a charity case? Oh, my God. What if she’s into drugs? What if she has a record?”

  “You need to stop watching Fox News.”

  Robbie glanced at Angel and whispered, “Something tells me your grandma would be happier about a police record than knowing I’m gay and her daughter went down on me last night.”

  Chapter Twenty-Two

  Lunch at the yacht club wasn’t an hour affair. It was an afternoon project. And the last thing Devyn wanted to do was spend the afternoon with her mother, her mother’s two friends, and the son of one of those friends—who’d definitely been brought for the purpose of being set up with her. Andrew, also divorced, pale complexioned, and forty-something, was allergic to shellfish, but at least told a few jokes that weren’t awful. Under other circumstances, Devyn might have tried to like him. But not today. Not after everything her mother had said about Robbie—and continued to bring up during the course of the two-and-a-half-hour-long lunch—and after everything she’d realized about herself.

  Andrew had clearly come to placate his mother and Devyn almost felt sorry for him. Almost, until she realized he’d had a heads-up on the scheme. Which was why when he suggested a walk along the harbor after lunch, she’d avoided a direct answer and was thankful when the childless friend of her mother’s suggested ordering more cocktails and dessert. She desperately wanted an excuse to leave. Getting called into work would have felt like a blessing from the universe, but of course no call came when she wanted it.

  Once dessert was ordered, she managed to slip away to the bathroom. She immediately texted Robbie: Ever rescue a damsel in distress from a yacht club?

  I’ve been waiting for this moment. Polishing my armor now.

  Devyn smiled at the screen.

  I don’t have a white horse. Do you think a white Honda will work?

  Devyn laughed. A woman coming out of one of the stalls looked at her with a raised eyebrow before heading to the sink to wash her hands. Devyn stepped away from the basins and sat down in the pink chair in the corner by the door. Likely the chair was intended as a nursing station, but it served the dual purpose of affording a quiet space away from dull yacht club conversations.

  I’m allergic to horses.

  Lucky me. No other strapping knights will have a chance.

  She smiled again, but her chest tightened. She missed Robbie and they’d only been apart for a few hours. There was no use pretending—she was in deep. Anything I can do to convince you to spend the evening with me after I flaked on our afternoon?

  You didn’t flake. You were abducted.

  Which is why I need to be rescued. She didn’t want to beg, but she was tempted. Yes, she could make it through dessert and a ride home in her mother’s car—where she most definitely would be pressured about getting herself “back on the market.” But she didn’t want to.

  Is there some emergency at the house?

  Robbie took a moment to text back. You want me to come up with an excuse so you’ll have to leave the yacht club?

  Maybe.

  You have to leave because a package was delivered. A very important package.

  Robbie had mentioned ordering a strap-on. Her mouth went dry as she realized that had to be the delivery.

  I hope you like the fit as much as I do.

  Did you already try it on? Devyn pressed the send button as a flush heated up her neck. She’d imagined Robbie with a strap-on, knew it was something Robbie liked, but she hadn’t expected it yet.

  I might be wearing it now.

  Robbie was at home, alone, wearing a strap-on. Was she walking around naked with it? Was it hidden under her clothing? Was she playing with it—without her company? All of the possibilities made Devyn wet. Undeniably, hopelessly wet.

  Were you serious about wanting me to rescue you?

  Yes. Hell yes. Devyn took a deep breath. She couldn’t say that. She didn’t want to sound as desperate for Robbie as she felt. But, also, yes. Only if you don’t mind. I hate to bother you if you’re busy.

  Pulling up the yacht club address now. There was a pause and then a second text from Robbie. Looks like I can be there in ten minutes.

  Devyn returned to the table and gave the explanation of not feeling well before excusing herself with a halfhearted apology to Andrew. Half, because she didn’t like disappointing anyone. But only for that reason.

  Robbie was parked at the curb waiting for her when she stepped outside. She couldn’t help staring at the bulge in Robbie’s cargo pants. At least she held herself back from reaching to feel it as she came up to the car.

  “You requested a knight with a white Honda?”

  “I did.”

  Robbie opened the passenger door with a flourish. She waited for Devyn to get in and then went around to the driver’s side. As she settled into the seat, she said, “This seems too easy. Isn’t there a dragon I’m supposed to fight?”

  “She’s inside eating dessert.”

  Robbie laughed. “So, all I need to do is take you back to the castle?”

  “Trust me—you’re saving the day.” She buckled her seat belt and then reached across the console to set her hand on Robbie’s thigh. “I’m having trouble not feeling you up.”

  “You know we still have an agreement,” Robbie said, pulling away from the curb. “I’m yours to play with for another week.”

  Only one more week. She hated the reminder. That couldn’t be all the time she had with Robbie. Not when every step they took together felt like they were building something—something she’d always wanted. How could they not talk about what would happen next? She wanted the conversation, needed it, even if she’d been the one to set the ground rules of nothing but sex. Rules changed.

  But she didn’t want to start that conversation today. She had other things in mind. When she moved her hand up Robbie’s thigh, Robbie looked away from the traffic long enough to flash a smile. “Go ahead. I think you’ll like what you feel.”

  She felt the bulge at Robbie’s groin and moaned softly. In response, Robbie pushed into her hand. “I’m so ready to be home.” Especially now.

  “I may be secretly hoping you’re feeling drained from that dragon ordeal and ready to collapse in bed.”

  “With a knight on me?”

  “Maybe.”

  She traced the outline of the cock down to the head and her body quivered with desire. She glanced up and Robbie was waiting for her. “You’re so hot.”

  “Because I’m packing?”

  “That too. But you have this look…” Devyn searched for the words. “Like you know you have something I want.”

  “Do I?”

  “Yes.” Devyn gripped the cock through Robbie’s pants. Emboldened by Robbie’s quick intake of breath, she stroked the shaft and imagined it inside her.

  “What do you think?” Robbie asked.

  “I think if you weren’t driving, I’d be in your lap right now.” Devyn reached for the zipper on Robbie’s pants.

  “You do want us to get home, right?”

  “Focus on driving.” She reached through the opening of the boxers and found what she wanted. “I know you can be very focused.”

  Robbie groaned as Devyn wrapped her hand around the cock. Her center pulsed in anticipation. Robbie, to her credit, kept her eyes on the road, but her breathing hitched when Devyn stroked again.

  “Can you get off with this?”

  “If you keep doing what you’re doing. Though I was hoping to wait until I was inside you.”

  The words were simple but Devyn felt every part of her flare. She reluctantly stopped stroking and tucked the cock, then pulled the zipper halfway up and shifted back in her seat. “You have no idea how wet I am.”

  Robbie looked over at her. “Maybe you’ll let me find out when we get home.”

  She didn’t notice the rest of the drive, her mind spinning from the yacht club to everything she wanted to tell Robbie, to the need simmering in her. Robbie parked and Devyn was out of the car before the engine cut. She unlocked the front door, but as she reached for the handle, Robbie sidled up behind her.

  “You in a hurry for something?” Robbie kissed her neck and ran her hands down Devyn’s arms. “I like you all dressed up for the yacht club.”

  “You say that like you can’t wait to take off what I’m wearing.”

  “I can’t.” Robbie reached past her for the door handle. “But you know someone’s going to be waiting for us.”

  Angel. As much as she loved him, she needed him to be occupied with something for the next hour. Or two. “I’ve got a plan.”

  Angel was indeed waiting for them, but Devyn found one of the special chew treats he loved and handed it to him, saying, “I need you to give us some quiet time.”

  “Is that what we’re calling it?” Robbie asked. “I don’t know how quiet we’ll be.”

  Devyn touched Robbie’s lips. “You don’t need to be quiet.” She pulled her finger away and Robbie moaned softly. “I like it when you make noise. Especially when I have my way with you.”

  “What if I have my way with you?”

  She shrugged, pretending she didn’t care, but a thrill went through her at Robbie’s words. She turned, heading down the hall to the bedroom, but stopped when she felt Robbie’s hand circle her wrist. When she looked back, Robbie’s arousal lit the space between them.

  “Remember how I rescued you from the dragon?”

  She wanted to give herself over with Robbie’s look alone. Her body was impatient with all the waiting. Impatient and wet. But she narrowed her eyes and said, “Do you plan to take advantage of me?”

  “I think you’re hoping I will.”

  “Maybe.” She closed the distance between them with a kiss, melting as Robbie moved against her. “Please.”

  “Please take advantage of you?” Robbie pulled her through the doorway into the bedroom. “Don’t mind if I do.”

  Robbie swung the door closed behind them and then pushed her against the wall with a hard kiss. As Robbie deepened the kiss, she undid the zipper she’d pulled up only ten minutes ago. The cock sprang up and she stroked it, pushing the base against Robbie and loving how Robbie moaned in response.

  After a few more strokes, and more kisses, she said, “I can’t wait to feel you inside me.” She felt brazen saying the words aloud and even more so with the look Robbie gave her. Pure desire.

  Robbie kissed her all the way to the bed, undoing the buttons running down the front of her dress. The fabric fell open and Robbie lifted it off her shoulders before taking them down to the bed.

  Robbie hooked Devyn’s underwear and pulled it off, then caught her gaze and said, “I don’t feel like I did enough to deserve this reward.” Robbie’s hands moved up her legs. “You were the one stuck with the dragon. And the rest of the yacht club.”

  “I almost told her about you,” Devyn admitted. She’d wanted to tell her mom that Robbie was her girlfriend partly because of how rude her mom had been. But she knew there was more to it. “I wanted to tell her. But I lost my nerve.”

  Robbie leaned over her, one hand on either side of her shoulders. “You know you don’t have to tell anyone. I can be your secret.”

  “I don’t want you to be a secret.” Devyn felt her heart race as she admitted the truth.

  “What do you want me to be?” Robbie grinned, and Devyn wondered if the almost flippant attitude was a cover.

  She held Robbie’s gaze for a long moment before saying, “I want you to be exactly who you are. I want…” She wanted Robbie to be her girlfriend, but she stopped herself from saying the words. She didn’t know how they could go forward. Or if they should.

  “What do you want?” Robbie reached down and angled the cock toward Devyn’s slit.

  Devyn licked her lips. Fuck. She was so ready for Robbie. “Lots of things.”

  Robbie leaned closer to her, brushing her lips against her neck. “What’s one thing?”

  She pushed up and reached between Robbie’s legs to feel the strap. Robbie subtly shifted her hips forward at the touch.

  “Are you going to tell me?”

  She didn’t answer, only running a light fingertip down the shaft to the sculpted tip. She liked the length and the weight and loved how it fit Robbie perfectly. The soft tan color was a close match to Robbie’s skin. The width was bigger than the dildos she’d used on her own but that didn’t change how much she wanted it. “I want this.”

  “Lie back down,” Robbie said, her voice low and commanding.

  She didn’t often like following orders, but this time she wanted to comply. Especially when Robbie pushed her knees apart. “Let me know the next time you need to be rescued.”

  Tremors raced through Devyn when Robbie touched her. She moaned as Robbie’s fingers slipped through her folds, shifting her knees farther apart as Robbie moved between her legs.

  She shivered when Robbie licked her clit. Not because she was cold but because every nerve was on notice. It hadn’t taken long for her to be comfortable with Robbie going down on her. Everything Robbie did felt unbelievably good, but she knew it was more than that. She trusted Robbie and knew Robbie liked what she was doing.

  When Robbie circled her clit and sucked, she nearly forgot about what she’d wanted to race home for. Nearly. She felt the start of an orgasm build, but before she could say she didn’t want to come without Robbie inside her, Robbie pulled away.

  Breathless, she looked up and watched Robbie adjust the cock. “You were right. You’re nice and wet for me.”

  Robbie moved on top of her again and she felt the tip of the cock nudge her opening. “We can do this slow or fast. I like it both ways.” Robbie shifted and the head pushed inside.

  She gasped and reached for Robbie’s hips, needing something to hold on to.

  “Slow or fast?” Robbie held in place, waiting on her answer.

  She had to will her mind to form words, her thoughts focused on how much she wanted Robbie all the way inside. “Slow.”

  “Nice and slow.” Robbie moved the shaft an inch deeper and kissed her.

  She felt her center spasm. “More.”

  “All of it?”

  She nodded, knowing it would hurt. Wanting the pleasure of that pain. Robbie pulled back a bit, then readjusted and sank inside her. She gasped again and tightened her grip on Robbie’s hips. As much as she’d thought she’d been ready for full penetration, she wasn’t. The cock was thick and her body wouldn’t relax.

  “Too much?”

  She forced herself to breathe and then shook her head. It only hurt a little and she wanted it. More than Robbie could know.

  “You sure?”

  She jutted her hips against Robbie’s in answer. Robbie pulled back and thrust again. She didn’t resist a long, low moan when Robbie moved deeper inside her. Robbie set a slow pace as promised. An almost hypnotic slow rhythm. With each stroke, the full length of the shaft filled her.

  She was pinned to the bed under Robbie’s weight but didn’t want to be anywhere else. All she could do was move with Robbie. And it was all she wanted. When she felt the earlier hint of an orgasm build again, she managed to say, “Faster.”

  Robbie responded with a kiss. “I was hoping you’d say that.”

  Robbie’s own desires seemed to take over then. She thrust in and out, faster and harder. Sweat covered them both. Devyn was panting and shaking, delirious with satisfaction when Robbie said, “I want to come inside you.”

  She managed to nod and Robbie held her index finger to her lips. She licked Robbie’s finger and then shuddered as Robbie swiped it over her clit. Robbie kept the finger on her clit, and then pumped the cock. Their hips smashed together with every thrust and her clit took everything Robbie gave.

  “Don’t stop.”

  “Not until you come,” Robbie promised. “But I can’t wait for you.”

  She hadn’t realized Robbie was close, but she felt it now, felt the climax coming. “Use me.”

  Robbie thrust again and her orgasm hit. The climax caught and held them both, destroying Devyn’s ability to think or to resist. Then in the next breath, Robbie stroked her clit hard and her own orgasm rolled through her. Robbie knew exactly what she needed. Knew exactly the right spot. She couldn’t do anything but give herself over.

  Aftershocks followed, then a stillness disrupted only by their heavy breathing. They lay together for several minutes, Robbie deep inside her, pleasuring her simply by not pulling out. She relaxed completely then, satisfied in a way she’d never fully been, and soundless tears slipped down her cheeks.

  “Want me to pull out?”

  “Not yet.” She swiped away the tears, grateful for the darkened room that kept Robbie from seeing her emotion. Only sex. That was laughable now.