Chapter 22
CHAPTER TWENTY-TWO
Gideon
Penn wasn’t able to come to my room until after nine.
I’d had to talk to Dean, Rita, and the kids; then Danny and Alex were going over some specs for a mass attack I was planning.
We ate dinner between everything and it was now after nine, and I was just getting out of the shower when there was a knock.
“Come in.” I was only in a towel, my skin still warm from the water.
Penn stepped into the bedroom wearing boxers and a T-shirt. I couldn’t stop the grin that formed as his eyes drank in every inch of my skin.
“You’re wearing too many clothes,” I said as I walked to where he was standing. He hadn’t moved since he closed the door.
“You are too.”
I chuckled and with a flip of my wrist, the towel fell to the floor. “Am I?”
He simultaneously removed his shirt and boxers and I sat on the bed, enjoying the chaotic show.
Penn was a beautiful man. His green eyes were the main feature, but the expanse of muscles covering his body, the way he stood without a care in the world, his smile…
that was glorious. My eyes landed on his hardening cock. A work of art.
“Well, you got naked, but you’re still so far away.” I crooked my finger at him, and he took three huge steps and was right in front of me.
“Now what?” He was being a smartass.
“Turn around.”
That seemed to surprise him—he’d likely thought I was going to have him sprawling on the bed. Oh no, I wanted his ass every way I could have it tonight. He slowly turned, watching me over his shoulder.
I placed my hands on his hard, muscled ass and massaged. “Beautiful.”
“My butt?”
“All of you, Penn, but I’ve been thinking about this all day.”
He snorted. “Touching my ass has been occupying your mind.”
“No, this has.” I spread his cheeks and dove in. My lips covered his pucker, and he moaned out some rather impressive words as he leaned forward, giving me more access to his delicious hole.
I feasted until his legs shook, my tongue prodding, loosening the muscle. He was chanting my name, begging.
Reluctantly, I sat back. “Get on the bed.”
I moved to the nightstand to grab lube and a condom, and tossed it onto the comforter. Penn was on the bed, spread-eagled, his cock leaking and red, the green in his eyes barely visible.
“Are you gonna stare at me all night, or are you going to fuck me?”
Slowly I prowled closer to him, stopping once I was hovering. I could see the pulse in his neck hammering away. He was panting, and the need radiating from him almost made me come.
“Let me get you ready.”
“You don’t have to,” he said as I grabbed the lube and poured it onto my fingers.
“Just because you feel no pain, Penn, doesn’t mean you can’t get hurt. I won’t risk injuring you.”
I pressed my finger to his hole and pushed inside.
“Damn.” He sighed.
“See, you’d miss all this if I’d just have given you my dick.”
He opened his mouth to say something facetious, but I rubbed his prostate and he arched into me. Soon I added two, then three fingers, pumping and loving how undone he was beneath me.
“Gideon, I need your cock!”
I chuckled and removed my fingers, grabbed the condom, and rolled it onto my rigid dick. I wasn’t going to last long once I was inside him; I knew I’d have to do my best to make it last. I poured lube on my sheathed cock and lined it up.
“Ready?”
“Fucking get in me, Gideon!”
I fucked into him until my hips hit his ass, and then I froze. Fuck, he’s tight. I wasn’t going to make it.
“Open your eyes, Gid.” I hadn’t realized I’d closed them, and when they opened, his expression was lascivious. “Kiss me.”
I crashed my lips against his, my tongue plunging into his mouth, and my hips began to move. Fucking hell, the man made me feral.
I broke the kiss to sit up a little, spread his legs more, and hammered into him. His neck was exposed, and I wrapped my hand around it.
“This what you want?” I growled, pumping inside him, squeezing lightly over his pulse.
“Yes, fuck, yes.”
“Come, Penn. Show me how much you love my cock.” With my other hand, I started jacking his dick and with a shout, he covered my chest and hand with his come.
A few more pumps and I was filling the condom and trying not to black out from the most powerful orgasm I’d had in my entire life.
I managed to pull out, tie off the condom, and toss it into the basket beside the bed, but that was all my body was letting me do right now.
After a minute, Penn released a breathy laugh. “That was fucking amazing.”
I turned my head to look at him. He had a bright smile on his face, and it was as if he hadn’t a care in the world. What it must be like to have no fear.
“I need another shower, care to join me?”
He glanced over and nodded. I helped him up, and on wobbly legs we walked into my en suite.
An hour later, because we couldn’t shower without giving each other blowjobs, we were under my covers, Penn’s head on my chest, enjoying the silence.
His fingers rubbed along the hair there, and I might have dozed if Penn hadn’t chosen that moment to speak.
“How’d your wife die?”
Wow, that’s a mood killer. I cleared my throat, readying myself for the conversation. “Pulmonary embolism.”
“Jesus. Sudden.”
“It was. She’d said she was having some headaches but nothing too bad, so we thought nothing of it.
Then one day she was in the yard with Owen—he was three at the time.
Loved running, always so much energy. So, Ella was out there with him, chasing him.
I remember hearing his giggles as I was helping Olivia wash paint from her hands.
“Suddenly his laughter turned to crying. I raced outside, and she was on the ground, Owen beside her. He was just saying ‘Mama’ and rubbing her hair.” I swallowed down the heartache as I remembered.
“I’m so sorry, Gideon. That must have been horrible.”
“Owen was never a huge talker or babbler, but even less so after that.”
“I’m sure that was really scary for him.”
“I’d figured because he was three, he wouldn’t remember it. Hoped, I guess is a better word.”
He lifted his head and rested his chin on my pec, his solemn green eyes meeting mine.
“My memories of my parents started to fade as the years went on, but still I have some. Before they brought me to Sunshine House—I think I was probably three. I was in the sunroom; a snake got in and was circling me. I just sat there watching it. It wrapped around my leg; I didn’t do anything.
My mom came in screaming. They got the snake off but I remember how she looked at me, when she asked what was the matter with me. Certain things stay with you.”
“She’s a horrible woman, and I don’t mind handling her and your father if you so choose.”
He chuckled. “No, but thank you.”
He pressed a kiss to my chest and once again we fell into silence, eventually drifting to sleep.