He was lying. The knots in Robyn's stomach tightened. Chris had cheated on Melissa, and he'd forgotten he even knew her. Would the same thing happen with Robyn? She thought she was going to be sick. Cheating, lying, one girl after another—all the rumors about Chris were true. Why hadn't she listened to Mel? "Robyn, please say something," Chris begged. "I have one question for you." Chris listened. "How long will it take you to forget me?" "Robyn, I could never forget you." "How do I know that's true?" He didn't answer. She finally turned and looked at him. "You were with Melissa for a month, and you forgot all about her. We've only been together...." She counted on her fingers. "...a week and a half." "Melissa and I only had a few dates—" "Did you sleep with her?" Chris looked at her as if she were nuts. "Do you really have to ask?" She threw him a disgusted look. "It doesn't even bother me that you slept with my roommate. Because, I didn't fuck with her back then and what she did then, was none of my business, but What really makes me mad is that you didn't even remember what you'd done to her after you saw her again. Are you that heartless?" Chris hadn't known his heart still worked until he'd met Robyn. He hadn't known love was possible without hurt until she'd challenged him and made him change his way of thinking. Should he tell her that? Should he tell her she'd healed his heart? Not yet. She wasn't in the mood to listen to him, so he would take Mikes advice and listen to her. "That's why Mel didn't want me to go out with your ass. She knew exactly what you were capable of. She knew you would leave me for the next pretty face you saw. It happened to her. It almost happened to me. How could I be so stupid to think that I would be the one to tame the heartbreaker? Me—plain ass Robyn Fenty.—finally got Chris to settle down. Yeah, that could happen. God, Im such an idiot. After three years of sleeping with every girl on campus, you finally got around to me. Yeah, you'll settle for me, but not because you want to—because you're out of fucking options." "I'm not out of options!" "Well, that's good to know." "That's not what I meant. Damn it. I never settle for anything." Robyn was silent for a moment, considering what he'd said, and when she spoke, her voice was soft and calm. "I believe that." He had no idea listening was so hard. He'd heard a lot of unpleasant things: he was a heartbreaker; he couldn't settle down; he wouldn't stay with Robyn. No... she thought he might settle down, but she didn't think it would be with her. She didn't believe he would stay. That's what he heard. Was that what she was saying? "Robyn, do you believe that I want to be with you? That I'm here right now, facing a very angry, very scary woman because I choose to be here? I could be with anyone else right now." God help me. "I could've left with Mike, but I'm still here because I don't want to lose you. I have other options—damn it—and I sound like an idiot right now, because I've never done this before. You were right. I've always left at the first sign of trouble. I've never stayed and fought for what I wanted." She didn't say anything; her turn to listen to him. "I want you, in case you haven't figured that shit out yet, and I'm staying and fighting with you—for you." She still didn't say anything, and he could see the doubt lingering in her eyes. Could he tell her he loved her? Would she believe him? "I know," she said softly. "I know how hard it is for you to stay." "Robyn." He tried to pull her close, but she resisted. "I...." He couldn't find a way to say it. "I'm sorry for all of this. I never wanted to hurt you." "I know." She came to him. "Just hold me for a while." He wrapped her in his arms and held her tight. Her warm body warmed his empty soul and fearful heart. Robyn sighed and snuggled closer to Chris. She loved him, and couldn't deny it anymore. Why did she have to fall in love with him? He said he wanted her, but what did that mean? She didn't feel like she was giving in. Actually Chris wasn't even provoking her feelings, she more so understood the situation.. She had closure in understanding why Mel was so upset. And in all honesty, when Robyn really thought about it, what happened between Mel and Chris was their business. She wasn't around then so it was out of her control. She'd have to talk to Mel later, of course but It felt so good to be in his arms and that was all that mattered. She would worry about feelings and meanings later. "Where is your dad?" "You're thinking about my father?" "I just want to be sure he isn't going to take you away from me tonight." "Nothing can take me away from you. I'm all yours." All hers... what a wonderful thought. Tonight she would believe it was true, and after that— She refused to worry about after. Instead, she rode the sudden wave of happiness that swept over her. "Kiss me." "I would but that lip looks like it hurts." Chris caressed her swollen lower lip with his thumb. "I can take it." "Think so?" "Yes. Please?" She gave him her most tempting pout. Chris held her face in his hands and kissed her, gently at first, being careful of her lip. When he knew he wasn't hurting her, he ran his hands more firmly through her hair, and pulled her head back, feasting on her lips like a man starved for affection. She was equally starved for him. Neither one could get enough. They fell back against the kitchen counter, an urgent tangle of hands and tongues—tasting, touching, stroking. The buttons on her blouse gave no resistance, but she fumbled with his. "Nope." Chris forced her hands back onto his shoulders. "I'm in charge this time." She trembled. "Do you like that?" She bit her lip briefly before he kissed her again. He pulled her blouse open, exposing her emerald green bra, pinching and kissing her hard nipples through the thin lace. "Ah, Robyn." He sighed on her skin. "You are better than sex." He pushed her bra cups down so he could taste her naked breasts. She arched back over the cabinets, giving him all he wanted, silently begging him to take more. His tongue circled her nipples, drawing them into his mouth. Her body heated in an instant, especially that aching spot between her legs. Chris' hand slid down her bare stomach to the button on her jeans. He opened it and unzipped her, and cupped her face in his hands. There was still some fire flickering in her, left over from their fight. If he stoked it just right, and she expected he would, that passion would spark into an inferno they would never forget. Robyn's gasp turned into a moan. She knew he was good with his hands, but feeling him stroke her with his hard body was even better. "Mmm... I know what my Kiwi likes." Good God, does he ever! And he kept finding new things for her to like. "You like it hard." He crushed her against the cabinet. She gasped, taking the full weight of his hard body and wanting more. "You like it hot." His heated words scorched her nipples. She forgot how to breathe. "And I'll bet you like it dirty." He spun her around, bent her forward and jammed his erection against her ass. Oh, that's new. He closed his mouth on her neck, sending a trail of goose bumps down her body. She liked that already. Her knees buckled and he slid his arm around her waist, holding her tight against him. He slid his hand inside her jeans, seeking, stroking, and she spread her legs to give him more room. His fingers slid deeper. "Don't stop," she moaned. "Never." He yanked her jeans down to her knees, and her panties went with them. One hand caressed her nipples while the other slid between her legs, fingering her. "Come for me, Robyn. Come hard." The first wave crashed into her. She braced herself on the countertop, barely able to stand. The second knocked her back into Chris. The third would've sent her to her knees, but Chris held her up, impaled on his fingers. She shuddered in his arms, catching her breath as his belt buckle clanked. Hearing him unzip was even hotter than seeing it. She leaned on the countertop, looking back over her shoulder. He had his dick in his hand, stroking himself as he prepared to enter her. She tried to spread her legs, but her jeans around her knees kept her firmly bound. His dick slid between her tightly squeezed thighs, dragging against her hot, wet flesh as he leaned over her again. She was so hot and tight he could barely think straight. Chris turned her face and kissed her, pretending to search for her entrance with his dick. "It's a time for that slow and gentle shit," he whispered hot into her ear. "This is not one of those times." He grabbed her hips and slammed it home. Robyn cried out, reaching up to grab the cabinets and thrust back against him. Her entire body shook, and she let out a little squeal, her thighs trembling and her skin getting hot. She arched and let out a wail that would have frightened the neighbors. Chris held her while she rode it out, giving her soft kisses on her back and shoulders. Oh Shit, I'm going to come. He couldn't stop it; he didn't want to stop it. He'd never known a girl who could get him off so quickly and leave him wanting more. Damn, it feels so good. He closed his eyes and let the explosion rip through his entire body, leaving him sweaty and shaking. He rested on Robyn's back, feeling her still throbbing around him. A happy little smile curled his lips as he felt that familiar tingle. He was far from finished. Give him a few minutes and he would take her all over again. He just had to figure from finished. Give him a few minutes and he would take her all over again. He just had to figure out what to do with her in the meantime. "Let's see how many times I can make you come." He lifted her onto the counter, spreading her legs as he sank to his knees. He freed her from her jeans and threw them on the floor. "Oh," Robyn gasped, leaning back on her hands. She felt exposed in that position, especially since she was naked and he was still dressed. Exposed, vulnerable, and... dirty. Yeah, she liked that. Having Chris' mouth between her legs made her feel so bad. Listening to him moan and make yummy noises while he licked her nearly made her giggle. He was enjoying it as much as she was. Oh, that feels so.... Would she ever get enough? Oh—yes—more, more, more! She shifted her weight and lifted one hand to touch her nipple. Yes, that's what she needed. Chris slid a couple of fingers inside her. Yes, she needed that too. "Please," she said. She knew what she was begging for this time, and that he could give it to her. She just had to be patient and wait for him to find that perfect spo— Oh yes! right there! Her hips lifted right off the counter. "There's number one." Chris kissed the inside of her thighs while he waited for her to come back down. "I think that was number three." He laughed and touched her with his tongue. She squirmed and gasped, ready for more, and ran a fingertip across her nipple. "Help me out," he said, taking her hand and guiding it between her legs, playing inside her with his tongue while she made circles with her fingers. Robyn wasn't uncomfortable touching herself, but she'd never imagined doing it with someone else. This definitely felt dirty, especially with Chris looking at her. She closed her eyes so she couldn't see him watching. When she did it herself, it could take a while, but this wasn't going to take long at all. Chris traded places with her, twisting his finger with hers "and pushing them inside her while he licked her pulsing nub. "I want you to feel what I feel when you come." If he kept saying things like that, she was going to die coming. At the moment, she didn't care. She felt her body tighten around their fingers, clenching and releasing. She felt moisture and heat—oh so much heat. Is this what he feels when he's inside me? Tight, wet, hot—oh God—tighter and hotter still. Robyn's body curled and she lost her balance, but Chris caught her, both of them breathing hard. "Shit, Chris, how can you stand it?" "Are you kidding?" He looked around the kitchen and spotted a straight-backed chair. "I can't get enough of you." Bracing the chair against the cabinets, he sat down and pulled her onto his lap. She kissed him hard while he shifted under her, entering her with a sharp upward thrust that made her gasp. "Slow and gentle?" she asked, with a wicked sparkle in her eyes. "Oh hell no!" He wrapped his arms around her waist and slammed hard. Robyn rode him, bracing her hands against the countertop when the chair nearly tipped over. It scooted across the floor with every thrust. They laughed and kissed. "We're going to end up on the floor." Robyn giggled on his lips. "No problem," Chris grunted. "I'll fuck you on the floor too." A wild thrill shot through her body at the thought. "You'll fuck me pon di floor ay?" "Ugh Robyn don't do that to me." "Do what?" She said as she twirled her hips. "Give me all that accent, it does something to me." He snarled and bit down on her neck just above her shoulder sending a roller coaster ride of tingles and chills through her, curling her fingers and her toes. He held her tight, taking her with him when their ride rocketed out of control. Robyn's world spun. The chair tipped. She was falling, flying, and then landing safe in Chris arms, resting her cheek on his strong shoulders. She lifted her head, surprised they were still upright in the chair. "Had enough yet?" "Nope." He laughed and kissed her. "But we need to move to your bed. This chair is not comfortable." "I'm surprised we didn't flip it over." "I've done that. Nearly busted my head open. One time I...." She laughed. "At least you learn from your mistakes." He kissed her and slipped his hand between her legs, as if trying to distract her. "Mmm... Chris, you are such a bad boy." "But you like me. You told me so." "Shut up and go to my room." "Just show me the way." "And take your clothes off. Why am I the only one naked?" "Cuz that's the way I like it." He spanked her bare ass and ran down the hall. It didn't take her long to get him naked, but then, Chris couldn't think of a single reason to keep his clothes on. There was nothing better than feeling Robyn's bare skin on his. Yep, he could definitely get used to that, and for once, the thought of getting used to a girl didn't bore him. In fact, it excited him. For the first time in his life, he didn't want to send a girl home as soon as he'd finished with her. He wanted to keep her close and learn more about her. He wanted to know what she liked and dreamed about and cared about. He already knew some of those things, but he wanted to know more. He wanted to know her—his Kiwi. "I like my bed better with you in it." She sighed and snuggled close. Chris put his arm around her and kissed the top of her head. "It doesn't matter whose bed we're in. As long as I'm with you, I'm happy." Holy shit. I am humming. She stroked his shoulder with her fingertips. "You never told me about dinner with your dad. How did that go?" He groaned. "Do you really wanna know?" The humming stopped. She rolled onto his chest and locked eyes with his. "Yes, I do." He put his arms around her and massaged her back. He couldn't remember when anyone else cared to listen. Even Mike didn't want to hear about it anymore. "The bad news is he doesn't like you." "I already knew that. And the good news?" "He couldn't make the waitress cry." She cringed. "Maybe you're being too hard on him." "I'm not, trust me. You only had to spend a few minutes with him. I've been putting up with his BS all my life." "Why doesn't he like me?" She made lazy circles on his skin. "He didn't give me a good reason. He said you weren't good enough for me, he didn't like your accent...." "He doesn't like my accent, how fucking ignorant?" "I love it—mmm." . "He thought the bruise on your knee was hideous." "Well, we have that in common. What did he say when you told him how well you patched me up?" He hesitated. "I didn't tell him." "Why not?" Damn, she's persistent. "I haven't told him about my future plans." "So he still thinks you're going to play in the NFL?" "Most likely, since I haven't told him otherwise." "Chris...." "I don't know how to tell him." "'Dad, I'm going to be a doctor, not a football player'." "Yeah, you'd think it would be that easy, but...." "But?" What could he tell her that didn't sound like an excuse? All his reasons were excuses, but up until now, he'd thought they were good ones. "He won't listen to me. He never does. All through dinner, I tried to tell him how great you are and how much I care about you, but he still thinks your name is Everything but Robyn." Robyn was drawing circles over his heart with her finger, but she stopped and raised her head. "How do I get it through his thick skull?" He was surprised to see a goofy smile playing across her face. "Robyn?" "Huh? Oh sorry. I just hate being called Raven or Something else ." "What do I do?" He'd never asked for help before, but this was the second time tonight. Did she think he was weak? Was that why she wasn't answering him? She touched his worried face. "You have to make him listen." "How?" He knew how to make a woman do anything he wanted, even one as stubborn as Robyn, but had no idea how to get his father to pay attention to him just once. "The first time I told my mama I wanted to go away to school, she blew me off, so when I got accepted here, I made her sit down, took away anything that might distract her, and wouldn't let her argue with me until I was done talking." "Did she argue?" "For days, but at least I knew she'd heard me, even though she didn't like it." "How did you win?" "I stopped arguing with her. She couldn't fight with me if I didn't fight back. I just let her vent and eventually she ran out of complaints. Then she started listening to me." "She doesn't complain anymore?" "Every fucking chance she gets, but it's the same old, same old. It's easier to ignore her when she's a thousand miles away." "I wish my dad was a thousand miles away. I should've gone to a different school." "I'm glad you didn't." She laid her head on his chest. "I am too." He was learning so much from her. If he somehow managed not to hurt her; if he was able to keep her in his life and make her happy; he could only imagine how happy he would be, loving her. "It won't be like the last time." "Huh?" "I fell for this girl in high school. I loved her, but she dumped me because I had no plan for the future." "Who plans their future in high school? Most people don't know what they want to do with their lives until they finish college. Some never figure it out." "Good point." He'd changed his major a couple times, and Mike didn't declare his until last year, but he still didn't know what kind of career he was looking for. Well hell, if Mike didn't know what he wanted as a senior in college, then Chris couldn't be blamed for not knowing when he was a senior in high school. "That was her excuse, wasn't it?" "Probably. Maybe she was embarrassed to admit the real reason." He shrugged. "Doesn't matter. The only thing that matters to me is having you in my arms." He ran his hands through her hair, and pulled her up for a kiss, loving the feel of her body sliding across his chest. He rolled on top of her, parting her thighs with his knees, sinking into her so deep he thought he would lose himself in her. That was what he wanted more than anything else—all Robyn, all the time. There could never be anything better.
