24. Lake
24
LAKE
“ A re you my boyfriend?” Pen giggles when I finally get her into the truck. Apparently, the girls’ night had been a lot more spirited than the couple of beers we had at the bar.
“Do you want me to be your boyfriend?” I ask, half teasing and half wondering what the hell it is she thinks we’re doing.
“I told Wren and Reid we’re dating.” She snickers. “Wren and Reid sounds so funny but not as funny as Wren and Pen. ” She snort laughs, bumping into the console as she sways to the side.
My eyes widen as I look at her before turning my gaze back toward the road. In all the time I’ve known Pen, I don’t think I’ve ever seen her tipsy, and she’s well past that.
“Did you eat anything?”
“So many snacks,” she confirms, her hand landing on my thigh and making me hit the accelerator harder than I intended, causing the engine to rev.
“Jesus, Baby, how much did you have to drink?”
“Honestly not that much but I just feel good, you know? I feel happy and like I can actually belong here in Wintervale and not just because I was so desperate to come back. It all just made me realize how much I’ve missed out on.”
“Remind me to thank my sister,” I murmur, not bothering to hide my amusement.
“And Reid.” She squeezes my thigh, in time with her exclamation. “Oh! And I met Harlan—like really met him not just like when I passed by him at the lodge. They are adorable. He’s so grumpy and Reid just melted his heart.”
Sighing dreamily, she flops back against her seat as I pull up the road and turn into my driveway.
“I’m glad you had a good time, and yeah, they’re good for each other. It’s nice to see my cousin so damn happy.” I pause. “And it’s a good thing considering I had to hold Beau back when they had their little breakup.”
Pen nods. “I can see that.”
“What? Really? He surprised the hell out of all of us when he got up in Harlan’s face.”
“But he’s always been protective.” She shrugs. “He’s got that hot older brother thing going for him.”
Throwing the truck in park, I turn to face her, bracing my forearm on the steering wheel. “You want to rephrase that?”
“Nope.” She pops the p , her eyes wide and full of pretend innocence that has my blood pumping south, her pouty pink lips so damn kissable and hell, I want a taste. “I have eyeballs, Lake. I love you but I can still see your brother is hot.”
Growling, I fist my hand in her hair and pull her toward me, our mouths crashing in a fiery kiss full of tongues and teeth and so much need, I can barely breathe.
“I need to get you inside.”
“It’s too far,” she moans as I kiss my way down her throat. “Besides,” she pants, “I’ve never done it in a car before.”
“What?” I ask, my brain taking a minute to process that statement.
“Isn’t it fun?”
“I mean,” I manage as her hand grips my cock through my jeans, “when you’re young it’s about the thrill and you sacrifice comfort because you just want to get naked. But,”—I glance at the house—“I can have you naked and sprawled out on my bed in like sixty seconds.”
“Please?” The word is a seductive purr as her hand rubs me again. “You get to be my first.”
Something about the way she says my first has me slamming my finger against the button on my seatbelt as I wrestle my arms out of my jacket.
“Get in the back.”
Pen squeals, ditching her coat and boots before shimmying into the backseat while I climb out of the driver’s side and then slide in next to her.
“How come you didn’t climb back?”
“Because I’m too big and old to get stuck.”
My knees hit the back of the driver’s seat and I silently curse myself for not moving it up before I got out. I don’t have long to dwell on it though before Pen is crawling toward me, careful to duck her head as she straddles my lap.
“Now what?” she murmurs against my lips, my fingertips teasing under the hem of her shirt as she rocks her hips against me.
“Now you ride my cock until we fog up the windows.”
Pen moans into my mouth as I pull her shirt over her head before unclipping her bra, her tits spilling into my hands and yeah, this was definitely a good idea. Hand gripping the back of my head, she holds my mouth to her breast as I lick and suck her nipple, teasing the other between my thumb and forefinger.
“Ow!” she hisses and I pull back immediately, hating that I hurt her.
“What? Are you okay?”
“What? No. Not you. This stupid seatbelt thing—I slammed my knee into it.”
I laugh, smirking as I flip the button on her jeans. “You’re gonna love trying to get out of these then.”
“You need to take your shirt off then.” Her command is breathless as she tries to move to the other side as I discard my shirt over into the front.
“Don’t move,” I tell her as she’s somehow managed to end up on all fours with her ass facing me.
“Lake, I’m trying to?—”
Grabbing the back of her jeans, I tug them halfway over her ass, the tight material requiring more finesse.
And I’m happy to oblige.
Topless and panting, I lean over and press a kiss to the round globe of her ass as I work her jeans down her thighs, my lips teasing and nipping as she gasps and shifts her weight.
“Lift onto your toes.”
She does, the movement awkward in the tight space as I finally wrestle her pants off and pull her back onto my lap.
Her eyes are wild, her pupils wide as she sits on me in nothing but a tiny scrap of lace.
“You look so fucking hot, Pen,” I tell her, cupping her tits and loving the way she arches into my touch. “Get the condom from my jeans and put it on me.”
“Then stop distracting me,” she grouses, batting my hands away as she struggles to work in the tight space.
“Can’t help it when all I can picture is your tits bouncing while you ride me.”
“Lake,” she hisses, both annoyed and turned on, her hips rocking side to side like she’s trying to find some kind of relief.
“Better hurry,” I goad, pressing my thumb against her lace-covered clit, drawing small circles as she tears the condom wrapper open. “If you come before I’m inside you, I’m going to make you run naked into the house and then I’m going to bend you over the couch and fuck the hell out of you.”
“Lake,” she pleads as she finally manages to roll the condom down, her fingers shaking as her orgasm builds.
“Pull your panties to the side and ride me, Baby.” I curse as her pussy swallows the head of my dick. She’s still so tight, taking me an inch at a time even though she’s soaking for me. “That’s it.”
“Oh my God,” her moan fills the truck, her head falling back as she rolls her hips, her nails digging into my shoulders as she steadies herself. “Grab my ass.”
She whimpers and gasps as she finds her rhythm, my fingers gripping her cheeks and teasing her crease as I fuck up into her.
She’s wild like this—uninhibited and using me to get herself off. It’s exhilarating and addicting and I pray there’s not a day that passes where I don’t get to bask in the glory that is Penelope Stewart.
Pussy tightening around my cock, she screams my name, the sound echoing around the cab of the truck. I’m not far behind, pistoning up into her twice more and groaning into the crook of her neck as she collapses against me.
“Was it,” she pants, “like that in high school?”
I chuff out a laugh, my head falling back as I stroke my fingers up and down her spine. “No, Baby, it was never like that…nothing was like how it is with you.”
“You’re just saying that because you’re still inside me.”
“No, that’s just a bonus.”
“That’s the good news.”
“Is there bad news?”
“I think my knee is stuck, I’m pretty sure my hip popped sometime between your orgasm and mine, and I’m not positive but I think you’re going to have to help me off your lap.”
Grinning, I kiss her hard, pulling back with a smile that stretches across my whole face. “Way better than high school.”