“Watch,” Bobby says, his breathing ragged. “Watch me come, January. Imagine me doing it a hundred times while I pictured fucking you against every shelf in that goddamn library.”
A mewling cry splits the air. It’s me. I’m kneeling on all fours on the grass, staring at Bobby and moaning. And I know I could come closer, take him in my mouth…
“Stay,” he warns, reading my mind like always. He lifts his T-shirt and his tight abdomen flexes. But I can’t take it anymore. I bend and suck the head of his cock into my mouth.
“January! Fuck, January…”
Bobby’s hand comes into my hair, but his tug is half-hearted. I look up as I draw him deep, trying to seem as innocent and eager as possible.
“Jesus, look at you taking that dick.” He groans. “I’m gonna finish in your mouth, JJ. I’ve got no choice.”
Good, I think as he surges into me. He isn’t as big as Eli or Doc but he’s so much wider. I let him push to the back of my throat and try not to choke.
“You’re such a good girl,” he chants. “Suck it deep. Suck it nice and…fuck!”
He comes in my mouth. I swallow then keep sucking, cleaning his shaft, making him all smooth and wet…
“No, baby, you have to stop!”
I continue, smiling wickedly until Bobby gently pushes my forehead away. “Fuck me, you’re a bad girl…”
I sit back, wiping my mouth. “Was that okay?”
“Christ, yes.” He gives me a dazzling smile as he rezips his jeans. “You almost sucked the life out of me.”
“I’m sorry.”
“You little liar. C’mere.” He wraps his arm around me and tumbles us both onto the grass. I put my head on his chest and listen to the rapid thump of his heart. I’m alive. Bobby’s alive and it’s a lovely day.
We lie side by side for a while looking up at the sky, then I feel Bobby shift. My skin prickles and I somehow know he’s going to say something scary.
“January, I’m in love with you.”
I open my mouth to say… I don’t know what, but Bobby presses a finger to my lips. “I don’t need you to say it back. I don’t want you to feel any pressure, I just need you to know I worship the ground you walk on and I want to be in your life, any way you’ll have me. Is that okay?”
I feel like reality is slipping away from me, pulling me up into the clouds. I nod.
“Great,” he says with relief. “Let’s eat.”
Bobby retrieves the picnic rug, unfurling it in the middle of the baseball diamond before unpacking the cooler. He’s brought a huge amount of food—crusty bread rolls with tomato and bocconcini, cold egg and chive frittata, potato salad, pesto arancini, and a thick slab of chocolate cake. Bobby drinks beer but he brought me a bottle of pink lemonade. I like that he got me sugary soda. I like that he knows me so well.
“This is all vegetarian,” I say, opening a tub of roast pumpkin and rocket salad.
Bobby winces. “I… Yeah”
“Are you a vegetarian?”
“Sometimes. Most of the time, really.” He gives me a mortified look. “Please don’t make a thing of it with the guys?”
“Of course not.” My mind races with things I can feed him. “I’ll cook vegetarian for you from now on.”
“No, you don’t have to. I know it’s annoying.”
“It isn’t! There are so many Italian dishes that are vegetarian. Pasta e lenticchie, polenta with mushroom ragu and puttanesca without the anchovies—”
Bobby practically launches himself across the picnic blanket and kisses me until my lips hurt.
“Wow,” I say when he pulls away. “You haven’t even had my Parmigiana di Melanzane.”
