Say You're Mine: An Enemies to Lovers Romance (Southport Love Stories Book 4)

by Sarah J. Brooks

  Then as soon as we started, he broke away, his eyes dancing. “Come on. I have to show you the rest of the place.”

  “But, what about…” I looked back at the wall wistfully.

  He nuzzled my temple. “We’ll get back to that, I promise.”

  He led me upstairs where we came to a large landing with doors lining the hallway. One by one he opened them showing me a spare bedroom, and a room he had turned into a home gym. I noticed one door he didn’t open. Instead, he started to maneuver me toward a door at the end of the hall, bypassing it altogether.

  “And in here is the master bedroom—”

  “Wait, what’s in there?” I asked, jerking my thumb in the direction of the closed door we had just passed.

  “Oh, it’s nothing. I haven’t done much with that room—”

  I opened the door. It was dark so I flipped on the light switch. Rob was right, there wasn’t much in there. Dark, blackout curtains covered the one window and there was a leather couch against the wall. The walls were a bland beige and there wasn’t much to it except for a tripod and a large ring light facing the couch.

  “What do you do in here? Make porn?” I joked.

  Robert’s answering laugh sounded strange. “Sometimes I make movie shorts. I’ve been doing it since college.”

  “Movie shorts?” I asked.

  “Oh, you know…”

  “So, this tripod is for a laptop?” I stood in front of the couch and struck a pose. “I feel like I should start taking my clothes off or something.”

  “I wouldn’t be opposed to that,” Robert replied gruffly.

  I sat down on the couch and leaned back. “So, what are these movie shorts about? Maybe we could make one together sometime.” I wiggled my eyebrows suggestively and then patted the couch cushion beside me. “Come here.”

  “Let me show you the rest of the house.” I couldn’t get a read on his voice, but it was off. I should probably examine that a little closer, but I was feeling a surge of overwhelming horniness that came from the idea of Robert filming me.

  What a turn-on.

  I crooked my finger at him. “Come here, Robert.”

  His handsome face heated and he stalked toward me. I turned my face up to him and he leaned down and started kissing me again. It quickly deepened and he lowered himself onto the couch, pushing me into the arm.

  “You wanna get me on film,” I murmured as he sucked my earlobe into his mouth.

  “No,” he said a little too emphatically.

  “I was joking,” I assured him.

  He stopped kissing me and looked down at my face, his eyes full of something I couldn’t describe. “Sky, when we’re together it’s just for us.”

  I didn’t understand exactly what he meant but I didn’t have a chance to ask. We started kissing again and soon it wasn’t enough. We both needed more. We were cramped on the tiny two-person couch, so Robert stood up and removed his shirt. He did it slowly as if knowing I was watching him and enjoying every second. The man could put on a hell of a show.

  Then he kneeled on the floor in front of me. He looked at me, his dark eyes burning me alive. “Are you okay?” he asked.

  “I’m more than okay,” I panted, getting impatient.

  “I don’t want to rush you—”

  “Rob, I’m not some silly sixteen-year-old about to lose my virginity. There needs to be less talking.”

  “Yes ma’am,” he grinned but then his face grew serious. And focused. And oh my god, he had never looked sexier.

  He slid his hands up my thighs until he reached the button of my jeans. He slowly, way too slowly for my liking, peeled them off my body, sucking in his breath at the sight of my brand new silk thong. I had decided it was high time I bought underwear that didn’t look like they belonged on a grandma.

  “I like,” he growled, running his fingers along the seam, slipping underneath to my aching skin.

  “I’m glad I have your approval,” I gasped as he slid a finger inside me. How was I so wet already? We had only just gotten started.

  “Oh, I approve,” he said, his words punctuated by a groan as he slipped another finger inside, then another, stretching and filling me.

  As he moved in and out he watched me, his other hand kneading my thigh. I threw my head back and spread my legs wider, giving him total access. I barely paid attention when he stopped and removed my pretty panties. But he had my attention when he placed a kiss on the back of my knee as he draped my leg over his shoulder.

  He took his time tracing a line of kisses up my leg until I could feel his hot breath on my molten core. He covered me with his mouth, his tongue consuming me. I gripped his hair, holding on as he lapped me up, taking me higher and higher until I thought I was going to explode. I came so hard I couldn’t stop myself from screaming. I had never been much of a noisemaker during sex, but with Rob, I couldn’t help myself.

  I was still wearing my top. My socks too, which was slightly embarrassing. But Robert didn’t seem to care. He sat back on his haunches, wiping his mouth. It was such a turn-on knowing he tasted me in his mouth.

  He then lifted me and brought me down on the floor. I was thankful for the plush rug beneath us, I didn’t want to lie on the hardwood. I gazed at him through heavy lids as he took off his pants and then, finally, took off his boxer briefs. When he was completely naked I could only lie there slightly in awe. His body was incredible. I mean, I had seen him without a shirt on before. But somehow, seeing all of him was something akin to a religious experience. It didn’t seem fair for a man to be that good-looking. And he was still wearing his glasses, which made him even hotter.

  And then there was his...cock. I swallowed audibly. It sounded so cliche, but he had the biggest dick I had ever seen, and I’d watched porn before. Fucking hell, he could be in one of those cheesy pin-up calendars. I wasn’t sure I’d know what to do with all that.

  I had gone completely quiet, so Robert was looking at me with concern. “Are you still sure? We don’t have to—”

  “I just—” I licked my lips. “Your gargantuan, Rob. I’m just mildly intimidated.” I sounded ridiculous, but I couldn’t stop staring at his glorious, beautiful penis.

  Robert looked down at himself and then back at me, giving me a saucy grin. “Don’t be intimidated, Sky. He won’t bite.”

  “I hope you do though,” I purred, trying to sound seductive and most likely sounding like a bad impression of Jenna Jamison. We stared at each other for a long moment then in unison we started laughing. It broke the tension, and I was able to take my focus from his monster cock long enough to let him undress me.

  I had never known sex to involve laughing. We were enjoying ourselves in more ways than just the physical. Rob was so easy to be around, even when we were naked and getting ready to have some seriously amazing naughty times.

  Rob laid down on top of me, tenderly stroking my face, kissing me softly. “I’ve been wanting to do this since the moment I met you.”

  “Ah, so it’s true, men do only think of one thing,” I smirked.

  Robert chuckled. “Oh, I’ve thought of other things, but this was a dominant thought.” he started kissing my collar bone, tracing his lips to the hollow of my throat. I wrapped my legs around him, feeling his girth against me.

  He produced a condom, I didn’t see where it came from and quickly put it on. He braced himself above me and stared down into my face. “I’m so glad you’re here.”

  I smiled. “I’m sure you are.”

  He rolled his eyes, “You don’t know how to take a compliment, do you?”

  “What was I saying about less talking?” I reminded him, pulling his face to mine. I kissed him to shut him up.

  I felt him at my entrance and then he slowly inched his way inside. I arched my back and let out a low, guttural moan as he slid his way into my pussy. I stretched to accommodate him, which was almost painful, but in a good way.

  And then he thrust deep, my body taking all of him. I felt hi
s balls slap my ass and we both moaned once we were completely joined. And when he started to move, the sensation was so exquisite that I almost came right then and there. I dug my nails into his back as his thrusts became deeper, longer. His tongue moved in tandem with his cock and I didn’t care that I was getting rug burn on my back.

  The orgasm came quickly. I exploded violently, my entire body shuddering with the release. But he was still going. Rob was a sex machine. A machine. And he seemed to be just getting started.

  “Skylar, oh my god, you feel incredible,” he gasped as I squeezed around him. He gripped my hips and pounded away, sweat dripping from his forehead onto my chest. His shaggy hair hung down almost obscuring his eyes which never left my face. It made it all the more intense. My heart squeezed painfully, and I had to look away from his penetrating gaze.

  “Can I be on top? This rug is a bit unforgiving,” I panted.

  Rob’s face clouded with concern. “I’m sorry. My god, Sky, I wasn’t thinking.” He started to pull out, but I palmed his ass cheeks and held him still.

  “Don’t you dare,” I warned.

  Rob laughed and flipped us both in one fluid movement so that I was straddling him. As I settled on top, we both gasped. He filled me so completely, I felt him everywhere.

  He held onto my hips, lifting me up and down his cock as I rode him. I threw my head back and fucked this beautiful man with abandon. And then it happened. I came. Again! I hardly ever orgasmed and never in all my experience had I orgasmed twice in such close succession.

  “Fuck, Sky, I’m going to come,” he growled. He sat up so that we faced each other, his dick so deep. And with one final thrust, I felt him thicken inside me and he closed his eyes, a roar erupting from him.

  When he was finished, he dropped his head to my shoulder as we both tried to breathe normally. I felt as if I had run a marathon. My heart hammered in my chest and my limbs were like Jell-O. Our skin was sticky with sweat and I wasn’t sure I’d be able to walk right for a week.

  I was well and thoroughly fucked.

  After a few minutes, Robert lifted his head, his lips quirking in a tired grin. “That was honestly the best sex of my life.” He kissed my mouth. “I’ve never come that hard...ever.”

  I felt pretty damn proud of myself. “You say the sweetest things.” I dramatically tossed my hair over my shoulder and we both laughed.

  I felt him going limp inside me but neither of us was in a rush to move. Robert wrapped his arms around me, resting his forehead against mine and closing his eyes. “You’re incredible, Sky.”

  “You’re not so bad yourself, Jenkins.”

  He kissed me softly. “Stay the night,” he said softly.

  “Okay,” I said without hesitation.

  “We’ll go get Edgar, but I need you here. With me. I want to wake up with you beside me.” He sounded almost desperate, and it did something to my heart that I wasn’t sure I’d ever recover from.

  “I’d like that.”

  Chapter Ten

  Robert

  I had never been so smitten in all my life. I couldn’t get enough of Skylar Murphy. I woke up thinking about her. During the day I imagined what she was doing. I had to stop myself from texting or calling her a thousand times. I was desperate for her in a way that felt dangerously addictive.

  I had thought of myself in love once before in my life, but those emotions had been all mixed up with sex and darkness. My feelings for Tiffany Hardwell hadn’t been real because everything she touched was fake and deceitful. And I had never wanted to share every part of myself with her.

  Not the way I did with Sky.

  Which led itself to a rather large problem.

  I was still doing my cam work. I was still stripping online for clients. I was still making money with my body. And I wasn’t sure I could stop.

  Because even though I was damn sure I was falling in love with Skylar, I couldn’t let go of this double life I led. Not only for the money—which I needed—but because I had come to realize that I was as addicted to the secrecy as I was to the cash.

  I wasn’t sure I could turn my back on this huge part of my life.

  And I didn’t know how to open that part of me to Sky.

  Which left me at an impasse. How could we truly have a relationship if I was keeping something so huge from her? It wasn’t fair to Sky. I didn’t want to hurt her. I’d rather gnaw off my arm than cause her pain.

  I needed her in my life. Desperately. I would burn the whole world down to keep her. I had never been one of those territorial alpha males, but something about Skylar and my feelings for her had me wanting to throw her over my shoulder and lock her away from everyone and everything. I wanted her for me and only me.

  Mostly, I was terrified this beautiful new thing would disappear the second she learned the truth about me. And that fear had me completely on edge. Tiffany’s visit to the office had been her throwing down the gauntlet. I should know better than to ignore it or her.

  I was scared as hell that she would throw a perfectly timed grenade into this amazing thing that had just started. I knew she’d never tolerated my ignoring her. She’d never allowed me to stay away indefinitely. She had come into my town and made her presence known.

  She wanted something.

  And for some reason that something was me.

  I had a distinct feeling I was running on borrowed time. That eventually, this would all blow up in my face.

  “Big plans for the weekend?” Jeremy asked, pouring coffee into his mug on Friday morning.

  Normally I was purposefully evasive because usually, I had a weekend of cam work ahead of me. But this time, I wanted to share. I wanted to shout to the world. Skylar was changing the fundamentals of who I was.

  “I’m going away this weekend actually,” I told him, watching with some satisfaction as my partner’s face took on a look of shock.

  “Are you telling me Robert Jenkins has actual plans?” he asked, aghast.

  “Who has plans?” Lena asked, coming into the break room, holding out her mug for her husband to fill with coffee.

  “Jenkins. He says he’s going away for the weekend. Can you believe that?” Jeremy dropped a kiss on her cheek.

  “Old news, Wyatt. Didn’t I tell you that Skylar was going away with Rob?” Lena picked up a donut and took a bite, her lips covered in powdered sugar.

  “Skylar? As in Skylar Murphy? You’re telling me our Rob is taking Skylar out of town?” Jeremy turned to me. “You two are dating?”

  “Yeah, we are.” I reached into the box of donuts, taking a plain one for myself.

  Jeremy looked flabbergasted. “Why am I the last one to know about this? Decate, did you know Rob and Skylar are dating?” he asked our other partner who had just entered the room.

  Adam glanced at me and then Jeremy. “Meg told me a couple of weeks ago.”

  “And no one thought to tell me? Why am I the last one to know this?” Jeremy threw his hands in the air in exasperation.

  “Because it’s Rob’s life and we shouldn’t be nosing around in his and Skylar’s business,” Lena said primly, wiping her mouth with a napkin.

  “That’s bullshit and you all know it. We’re friends. Friends have a right to know when they’re dating other friends. I’m completely offended that you didn’t tell me the second it happened,” Jeremy scolded me, looking honestly hurt.

  “I’m sorry I didn’t take out a notice in the paper. Should I start running our plans by you first? To make sure you’re in the loop?” I asked blandly.

  “Don’t be such a smart ass, Rob. But a ‘hey, I started seeing our good buddy, Skylar’ might have been nice,” Jeremy huffed.

  Lena put her arm around him and patted his cheek. “Aww, babe, Rob and Skylar didn’t mean to hurt your feelings.”

  Jeremy frowned. “My feelings aren’t hurt. I just don’t like to be the last to know something.” He drank his coffee, glaring at me over the rim. “So where are you two going? Or am I allowed to k
now that?”

  Lena, Adam, and I shared an amused look. “We’re going to Philly. We leave tonight and are staying at the Four Seasons. I’ve made reservations at this new five-star restaurant—”

  “The Golden Eagle?” Jeremy cut in.

  I nodded.

  “How did you make reservations? They’ve been booked up for a month.”

  “An old friend of mine is the head chef. He squeezed me in,” I told him. What I didn't tell him is how I knew the head chef—who used to go by the stage name Wolfgang when he worked at the Landing Strip with me all those years ago.

  “Pulling out all the stops, I see. You and Sky must be serious,” Adam joined in. He had been pleased to hear about Sky and me, claiming he always knew something was going on between us, though I was pretty sure he said that to save face for being oblivious.

  “I want to take her somewhere nice. She deserves it,” I told my friends. “Tomorrow we’re going to visit my brother and then tomorrow evening we’re going to my mom’s house for dinner.”

  Adam and Jeremy had both met my mom and brother at our law school graduation. They knew Sam was in a facility in Philly, but they didn’t know I paid for it.

  “Wow, introducing her to the family. I had no idea you guys were at that stage already. Sky is impossible to get any details from. You two are obnoxiously similar on that front,” Lena complained.

  “Hi, sorry to interrupt, but Ms. Hardwell’s on the phone,” Gail, our receptionist said, poking her head around the door.

  Jeremy put his mug in the sink. “Tell her I’ll be a minute—”

  “She asked to speak to Mr. Jenkins.”

  Everyone’s eyes turned to me. Jeremy and Adam had both grilled me about my obvious history with Tiffany after her visit to the office. Even Lena had questioned me at length.

  “The whole thing is weird, Rob, you have to admit that,” she had stated.

  All I told them was I knew her from an old job I had during law school. I didn’t get into specifics but that didn't stop the questions.