Chapter 9
CHAPTER NINE
Gideon
Dean had Owen’s and Livy’s bags on one arm while Matteo walked the twins to the car. The three of them were thick as thieves—more so since the fire, and they loved having sleepovers as often as possible. While they all had their own friends, they were each other’s best.
“Thanks for taking them.” I clapped my brother on the back.
“Not a problem—you know that. You get them next time. I’ve been thinking of taking Rita away for a weekend.”
I smiled. “That’ll be great. The charity gala is at seven tomorrow night, so come any time before that. Hopefully all the chaos will be done.”
“We’re looking forward to it. I heard you’re having a karaoke competition?”
I chuckled. “You have to pay to be in the competition; just another way Rita’s nonprofit gets more money.”
Dean’s eyes softened. “She really appreciates you doing an event every year.”
“It’s my pleasure.”
I watched as he moved to the car, and I gave one more wave to the kids as he drove off. I shut the door and realized how quiet the house was. After Olivia’s lesson, Penn had helped Owen get his stuff together and then dropped it at the door and said he’d be upstairs.
As I ascended, I listened for any sounds, but it was like a ghost town. Slowly, I made my way down the hallway toward the master bedroom. There was a sliver of light coming from the slightly ajar door. I peeked in but couldn’t see much from this vantage point, so I opened it and froze.
“Took you long enough.” Penn grinned. He was in the middle of the bed, beautifully naked. Candles were strategically placed around the room, and he was shaking a can of whipped cream.
“My apologies. Had I’d known dessert was waiting for me, I’d have pushed Dean out sooner.”
He chuckled. “No, Gideon, I’m not dessert.” He angled the can my way. “You are.” He patted the bed that I only just realized had a towel on it. “Hop on.”
“Can I shower first?”
He shook his head. “You can shower when I’m done with you…you’ll need it.”
While I preferred to wash, I’d showered this morning and I wasn’t gross. I wasn’t about to ruin Penn’s plans, so I quickly removed my clothes and tossed them onto the ottoman.
Penn’s gaze traveled the length of my body, and his dick was hard and weeping by the time I crawled onto the towel.
“How do you want me, chef?”
He bit his lip, eyes twinkling with mirth. “On your back, legs spread.”
I did as ordered, never looking away from the gorgeous man who, judging by his expression, was going to devour me.
“Not that I mind, but what’s this all about?”
He jiggled the can but stopped before he sprayed any of it on my skin. “Um, the kids are gone, the house is empty, it’s Friday, the weather is hot, I’m human…take your pick as to why I want to eat you up, Gid.”
While it was true—we always wanted each other; two years hadn’t diminished that feeling, and I was sure a hundred more wouldn’t either—there was something Penn was scheming…and I was here for it.
“Okay, have your wicked way with me, then.”
The whipped cream was chilly, not too cold. I smirked as he concentrated on getting as much as he could on all the spots where I knew he wanted his tongue to go.
“There.” He sat up a bit and assessed his work.
“Am I to your liking?”
His green eyes met mine and darkened. “Always.”
How this man enraptured me, I’d never truly know.
If I believed in magic, I’d say he was a witch but no, it had to be our monsters recognizing something in each other.
I’d given up trying to figure out how it was this man could bring me to my knees when no one else had ever been able to.
Even Ella. I’d have died for her and had thought our love was the strongest, most powerful in the world.
Until Penn. While my heart ached sometimes that I didn’t maybe love her as much, I realized that wasn’t true.
I had loved her, more than anything, while we’d been together.
“Where’d you go?” Penn placed the can on the nightstand and hovered close to my face.
“Nowhere, I’m right here with you.”
He scrutinized me for a beat, trying to find the lie. If he found it he never said, just leaned closer, pressing his lips to mine.
“No cream there,” I said once we parted.
“Oh, I’ll give you cream in that smart mouth of yours.”
I cackled only to be cut off the moment he latched on to my nipple and bit gently. Now I was moaning, desperate to press his face harder into my chest. But I had whipped cream all over me and didn’t want to ruin Penn’s game.
My pulse was almost erratic by the time Penn worked his way to my cock. His tongue too gently lapped at the tip, slurping up the sweet dessert.
“Penn, you’re killing me.”
He hummed. “No, baby, I’m savoring you.”
Fucking hell, this man. I watched as he lowered his mouth onto my cock, and I had to will myself not to come right then and there.
I fisted the sheets on either side of my body and thrust up into his throat. I couldn’t help it, I wanted more, always craved more from Penn.
“Yeah, fuck my throat.”
I didn’t give a shit about the whipped cream. I gripped his head and gave him what he asked for, what I needed. I was two seconds from blowing my load when I pulled his mouth off my cock.
“What are you doing?” He wiped his mouth with the front of his hand.
“I want to nut in your ass. Hands and knees, baby.” I wiggled my brows and he chuckled.
He scrambled quickly, and whipped cream was officially everywhere but I didn’t give a fuck. Once I was behind him, I groaned.
“A butt plug.”
He looked over his shoulder and winked. “Thought you’d like that.”
I fucking loved it. I tapped it with my finger, relishing in his hungry sounds. I gave him a few pumps with it, but I couldn’t wait any longer and slid it out. I threw it behind me, and it landed with a thud.
“I hope that didn’t br—”
I cut off his words as I slammed my cock into his gaping hole. I didn’t stop. I rode him hard, my hand wrapping around his throat, my chest pressed to his back, and I palmed his leaking dick.
“Fuck, Gid…”
“This is my idea of dessert.” I pistoned into him relentlessly, chasing my orgasm and forcing his to the surface. “Come for me, my love.”
He grunted and moaned; then he came, covering my hand and fingers, and it was everything I needed. I unloaded into his ass with a shout and he milked my cock until my balls were dry.
As I finally rolled off him, the stickiness really set in.
“Shower?” He groaned.
“And we need to change the sheets.” I sat up and slapped his ass. “After that, you’re going to tell me why you planned this sexy night.”
He lifted his head, a mischievous glint in his eye. “What makes you think I had ulterior motives? I love having sex with you.”
“Oh, I know you do.” I pecked his lips and slid off the bed. “But I know people, and you want something from me.” I shrugged. “Thing is, I’d give you anything you ever asked for, Penn. The world, if you wanted it.”
His smile widened. “I know, and I love you for that. Let’s shower; we’ll talk after.”
Talking came hours later after another orgasm and a change of sheets.