“So then… who’s little red upstairs?” Sam asks, smirking.
I wait until each of them have alcohol in their mouths—possibly mid swallow—before I announce exactly who she is. “That’s Jennifer’s daughter.”
Each of my friends begin to choke profusely on the brown liquid in their mouths, Danny even snorting some out of his nose. And as I take another sip of my own beer, I say one final thing, “Don’t… make her feel uncomfortable. Istill have my Dessert Eagle .50 in my drawer, and a very large back garden. I doubt anybody would miss any of you.”
Pete holds his hands up beside his head in surrender. “Wouldn’t even dream of it, brother.”
Yet the smirk on each of their faces tells me there’s no way this won’t get mentioned during their time here.
Great. Just great.
When Robyn eventually joins me and the guys in the kitchen, everyone goes silent, myself included—she looks incredible, even in something as simple as fitted light blue jeans and an oversized black knitted sweater that hangs off her shoulder. I watch as she saunters over to the fridge, tugging it open and pulling a bottle of beer from the shelf just inside the door.
Twisting the cap off and tossing it onto the top of the kitchen counter, I glance as the boys watch her in awe while she tips the opening of the bottle to her lips and drinks. Her eyes flicking over each of them for a matter of seconds before her beautiful blue eyes finally settle on me.
Who knew watching a woman drink from a beer bottle would look so fucking sexy. Plump, blush-coloured lips frame the glass opening and as she lowers the bottle—holding it against her chest so the neck of it sits between her huge breasts—they all look at her as though she’s the first woman they’ve seen in decades.
“You told them.” She runs her tongue against her top set of teeth, trying to mask the humour on her face, and I simply nod. “Alright.” Robyn faces them, leaning back against the edge of the kitchen counter. “Are there any questions any of you boys feel the need to ask?”
I watch her take another mouthful of beer and for a moment I think they’re just going to let it go, until Sam pipes up. “So—”
“Here we go,” I mutter.
“Wouldn’t you prefer someone a little more your own age than Optimus-past-his-Prime here?”
Robyn turns to face me, looking me up and down slowly as she bites her lip. “I mean, to me he’s aging like a fine wine.” She winks at me, then tilts her head to the side, looking right at Sam. “Whereas, you…” She points the neck of her beer bottle in his direction. “You’re aging like a jug of milk.”
Pete, Danny, and I burst out laughing, mainly because everyone who knows us, knows Sam was always the pretty boy in our platoon. I wrap my arms around her waist and pull her to back to my chest.
When I look at Sam, an expression I can’t place sails over his face before he looks back to Robyn. “Milk? Listen, little lady—”
“Little? Me?” Robyn makes a face. “Sweetheart, I think I’m even taller than you.”
Sam can’t hold his chuckle as his eyes find mine, and he points directly at Robyn. “You better silence that overgrown foetus of yours.” The grin on his face shows me he’s not the least bit pissed at her comebacks about his height and looks.
“Hey, it’s fine.” Robyn smiles, stepping forward and rubbing her hand comfortingly up and down his arm. “I’m sure soon enough you’ll be able to get on all the rides at the theme park.”
“I think I love her.” Pete swoons in Robyn’s direction, resting his chin on top of his fist, and she blows him a kiss.
Robyn faces me and winks. “I’m going to let you guys catch up while I film some content upstairs.” She backs away from me, taking her beer with her. “Let me know when you guys are—”
“Content?” they all question in unison and she smirks at me. Knowing she announced that utterly on purpose, I drop my head back and groan, because this is just another thing they’re going to hound me for.
“She does adult content in her spare time,” I answer for her. Slowly, all three of my best friends look at me with a more than surprised look on each of their faces.
“Yeah,” Robyn continues. “And he helped me with it, too.”
“Upstairs!” I bark playfully, stepping forward and pointing to the left of me with a light chuckle. Robyn joins in with my laughter, slowly backing out of the kitchen with a mischievous grin on her face.
“Adult content!?” Pete exclaims, finally registering my previous words.
Yeah, this is going to be one hell of a night.
The rest of the afternoon breezed by, filled with my friends asking me all kinds of questions about the whole Robyn situation, teasing me profusely, and of course making jokes about everything they possibly could. I spent most of it rehashing the whole cheating fiasco with Jennifer, only to have Pete point out I was doing exactly the same thing.
Semantics.
At around five in the evening, Robyn finally came down from locking herself in the bedroom and joined the four of us in the living area for a while before leaving to prepare dinner. It was weird having her entertain my friends, cooking, refreshing our drinks, and just joining in on the conversation when it called for her to.
