to laugh as he pushed his cock back inside her and set her off again, turning her laughter into a scream of pure pleasure. His answering groan of completion showed how she affected him, made her feel powerful for the first time in a long while.
He nuzzled her neck, whispered nonsense into her ear and gathered her close in his arms. This time Robyn made no effort to move away. She didn’t think she had the ability but she sure wasn’t going to tell Dakota that and inflate his ego even more.
Dakota smiled as they approached the laundromat, relieved to see it was still open. Inside, the driers had all stopped and the space was silent apart from the gentle snores of the assistant in her back room. He got a couple of baskets and handed one to Robyn.
‘Put the stufffrom the drier in there and bring it to the folding table.’
‘God, you sound just like my mother.’
Despite Robyn’s tone, Dakota continued to smile at her. He’d just had the best sex of his life and nothing, not even Ms Grouchy Pants, was going to spoil it. He emptied the contents of the drier into his basket and headed for the table. His body still hummed with satisfaction and his mind was already anticipating their next fuck.
‘So what am I supposed to do with this stuff?’
‘Fold it.’ He gave her a reproving glance as she pouted at him. ‘Jeez, Robyn, it’s not difficult.’
He started on a T-shirt, folding it as quickly as he could. Robyn watched him work, a sock dangling in her hand.
‘You’re good at this. How come? Didn’t your mom do it for you?’
‘My mom was sick a lot. I learnt to help out.’
‘Too sick to do laundry?’
‘Too sick to do much at all. And after my mom remarried, I had two half-sisters to help take care of as well.’
His hand tightened on the shirt, making the creases worse. He tried to smooth them out, refolded the whole thing with painstaking care.
‘Did she drink?’
His head snapped up to meet her gaze. ‘Hell, no.’
Robyn shrugged. ‘My mom did. I just wondered if that was what all moms do.’
‘Your mom drank so much she couldn’t take care of you?’
‘Sometimes. Or she took too many pills and we couldn’t wake her up.’ Her smile was unconvincing. ‘I gave up asking her for stuffwhen I was about ten. I asked one of the housekeepers instead.’
A pang of sympathy shot through him. What a way to grow up. At least his mom had tried to be there for him; at least she’d gotten him away from his biological father. He studied the shirt he’d just folded, found himself speaking before he knew it.
‘My mom tried to kill herself when she lived with my real dad. She’d found out she had multiple sclerosis and she knew Beau wouldn’t take that too well. He didn’t like imperfections in his women. When she told him, he slapped her around a bit until I tried to pull him away from her.’ He swallowed hard. ‘Then he went for me too.’
‘Holy shit! What did she do then?’
‘She got me away from him and locked us in the bathroom.’ It was his turn to shrug. ‘Then she slit her wrists in the bathtub. Made one hell of a mess.’
‘That’s awful. Who found her?’
‘I was right there with her, remember? I had a front-row seat. Luckily I knew how to call 911.’
‘Shit, Dakota . . .’
He managed a smile. ‘Yeah, I was seven at the time so it’s kind of stayed with me. The best thing about it was that it finally made her decide to leave the bastard and take me with her.’
‘And she’s OK now?’
With a sense of shock he refocused on her concerned face. He’d just told a woman he hardly knew more about himself than his half-brothers had probably figured out. ‘She’s great. Her MS is in remission at the moment, so she’s doing fine.’
He returned to folding the laundry as if his life depended on it. After his mom’s suicide attempt, he’d spent years worrying she’d do it again, that it was his fault and that he didn’t even know what he’d done to make her so
He nuzzled her neck, whispered nonsense into her ear and gathered her close in his arms. This time Robyn made no effort to move away. She didn’t think she had the ability but she sure wasn’t going to tell Dakota that and inflate his ego even more.
Dakota smiled as they approached the laundromat, relieved to see it was still open. Inside, the driers had all stopped and the space was silent apart from the gentle snores of the assistant in her back room. He got a couple of baskets and handed one to Robyn.
‘Put the stufffrom the drier in there and bring it to the folding table.’
‘God, you sound just like my mother.’
Despite Robyn’s tone, Dakota continued to smile at her. He’d just had the best sex of his life and nothing, not even Ms Grouchy Pants, was going to spoil it. He emptied the contents of the drier into his basket and headed for the table. His body still hummed with satisfaction and his mind was already anticipating their next fuck.
‘So what am I supposed to do with this stuff?’
‘Fold it.’ He gave her a reproving glance as she pouted at him. ‘Jeez, Robyn, it’s not difficult.’
He started on a T-shirt, folding it as quickly as he could. Robyn watched him work, a sock dangling in her hand.
‘You’re good at this. How come? Didn’t your mom do it for you?’
‘My mom was sick a lot. I learnt to help out.’
‘Too sick to do laundry?’
‘Too sick to do much at all. And after my mom remarried, I had two half-sisters to help take care of as well.’
His hand tightened on the shirt, making the creases worse. He tried to smooth them out, refolded the whole thing with painstaking care.
‘Did she drink?’
His head snapped up to meet her gaze. ‘Hell, no.’
Robyn shrugged. ‘My mom did. I just wondered if that was what all moms do.’
‘Your mom drank so much she couldn’t take care of you?’
‘Sometimes. Or she took too many pills and we couldn’t wake her up.’ Her smile was unconvincing. ‘I gave up asking her for stuffwhen I was about ten. I asked one of the housekeepers instead.’
A pang of sympathy shot through him. What a way to grow up. At least his mom had tried to be there for him; at least she’d gotten him away from his biological father. He studied the shirt he’d just folded, found himself speaking before he knew it.
‘My mom tried to kill herself when she lived with my real dad. She’d found out she had multiple sclerosis and she knew Beau wouldn’t take that too well. He didn’t like imperfections in his women. When she told him, he slapped her around a bit until I tried to pull him away from her.’ He swallowed hard. ‘Then he went for me too.’
‘Holy shit! What did she do then?’
‘She got me away from him and locked us in the bathroom.’ It was his turn to shrug. ‘Then she slit her wrists in the bathtub. Made one hell of a mess.’
‘That’s awful. Who found her?’
‘I was right there with her, remember? I had a front-row seat. Luckily I knew how to call 911.’
‘Shit, Dakota . . .’
He managed a smile. ‘Yeah, I was seven at the time so it’s kind of stayed with me. The best thing about it was that it finally made her decide to leave the bastard and take me with her.’
‘And she’s OK now?’
With a sense of shock he refocused on her concerned face. He’d just told a woman he hardly knew more about himself than his half-brothers had probably figured out. ‘She’s great. Her MS is in remission at the moment, so she’s doing fine.’
He returned to folding the laundry as if his life depended on it. After his mom’s suicide attempt, he’d spent years worrying she’d do it again, that it was his fault and that he didn’t even know what he’d done to make her so
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