Penelope
Never thought I’d see the day where I said I have a thing for Dick Dastardly.
Yet, here we are.
All his working out at the gym has left him kinda, sorta, bursting out of that lilac trench coat. We ordered it a couple months ago, and my guy has bulked out a bit since the new season started.
Seeing him skate for an NHL team and make not only his but his father’s dreams come true is everything I could have hoped it would be. I’m so fucking proud of him, and I know his parents would be, too.
Dad has taken him under his wing, providing advice on hockey decisions and guidance that only a father could give when my experience falls short. It’s bittersweet to watch, I love that Dad’s embracing Tate like a second son but there’s still a pang in my chest that he doesn’t get to live these experiences with his own parents. They’d be bursting with uncontainable pride.
Standing here, in the de la Pe?as’ eerie Halloween mansion, I wish Tate would get his shit together and leave this party. What is it about gatherings that turn this bunch of fit-as-fuck athletes into little old gossiping ladies? They’ve taken up residence around the kitchen island—where the food is, of course—and they’re chit-chatting like they’ve got all the time in the world.
Their girlfriends—me and the rest of their babysitters and assigned adults—are staring them down from the doorway, doing that wide eyed glare thing we’ve all perfected to tell them it’s time to go.
And yet, no one’s moving.
“Right.” I clap my hands and turn to my friends. “Which one of you bitches wants to give me an orgasm?”
The men fall silent behind me at my really fucking loud declaration.
The girls don’t miss a beat, hands fly into the air, but Athena grabs my arm and starts dragging me from the room.
“You’re right, Amiga. They’re taking far too long. Let’s see how fast they move now they think their women are fucking each other.”
It’s probably no big deal for Scott, since Athena is bi-sexual, but at the same time, that makes it all the more believable that I’m about to get off with his girl, so that might make Tate move a little faster.
Or not, we’ll find out.
The rest of our giggling group is hot on our heels as Athena trails me down the front steps to her Mom’s house and down the path leading to the wide circular driveway.
“Wait,” Tate bellows from the top of the steps.
Athena throws me a smirk, her eyes sparkling with naughtiness that tells me if I want to make him jealous she’s totally down. She even licks her lips, which I know for sure Tate sees because there’s a growl from behind me.
“Hands off my woman, Witch.” He grabs my waist and pulls me against him.
She bats her super-long eyelashes at him. “If you’re not going to make her come, someone should, Dick.” The way her eyes rake over my body makes me hot, desire clear in her voice.
When he growls again, it rumbles against my spine. Can’t tell if he’s being territorial and protective, or if he’s horny and wants to see her kiss me. To be honest, I’m not sure which I’d prefer.
“She’s mine.”
I cast an innocent glance over my shoulder. “But you were so busy in there with your bruhs.” Someone snorts further behind Tate, my money’s on Eloise. “And I really can’t wait any longer.”
“You’ve made your point.”
“Have I?” Not sure I have, but his dick’s now pressing against my ass, so he’s at least heard what I’m saying. “If you need more time... Athena volunteered to help a girl out.”
Athena strokes the side of my face, and I roll my lips to keep from giggling.
Without another word, Tate takes my hand and strides toward the car—which is blocked in on all sides—there’s no escaping the de la Pe?a house.
Athena’s shaking with laughter. She grabs Tate by the shoulder and leads him back toward the house. “Come on, Hot Stuff. You can stay in one of the guest rooms.” She winks at me over his shoulder. “Not sure we need car sex in the driveway, and if we summon an Uber the poor driver doesn’t need car sex in their back seat either.”
She’s not joking about the staying over thing. The room she leads us to is fucking gorgeous. Gold, black, and white accents, huge fluffy towels folded neatly at the bottom of the bed, robes hanging in the dark wood wardrobes.
Athena shows us where the attached bathroom is. “I’m surprised the boys didn’t tell you to bring an overnight bag. Mamá said the team could stay if they wanted to drink.”
Tate shrugs. “Bag’s in the trunk.”
Huh. Is it indeed? This is news to me.
Athena grins. “Well. You kids have fun.” She points at Tate. “You have the room furthest from everyone. Make good use of it.”
With a wink, she’s gone, and I flop backward onto the bed, arms spread wide. “Okay, I changed my mind. I want a house like this. I really do. This bed is so comfy.”
“Screw the bed, Pitstop. Get naked so I can fuck you senseless for thinking about cheating on me with a woman who might as well be my big sister.” The confusion across his face makes me laugh.
“Just a little kiss?”
He growls again. “Not with her.” He rakes a hand through his hair. “I mean, she’s gorgeous, and fucking terrifying. But she’s with Scott, and her brothers... fuck... her brothers would skin me alive if they even thought I was thinking about her sexually.”
I can’t stop laughing. I also can’t get this shiny as shit costume off my body either.
“Hmmm.” He chuckles. “Am I getting to fuck you all pretty in pink?”
He doesn’t wait for an answer. He simply rips my panties down my legs, and sticks his dick inside me. Asshole.
“How did you know I was ready?”
He lifts my legs against his body and holds my knees while he fucks me. “Lucky guess.”
It’s a few minutes before he comes, when he does, he looks down at my pussy. “There. I’ve marked my territory.” He collects some cum on his fingers and pushes it back inside me, his chest heaving with effort.
“What the fuck was that?” My body’s hot, turned all-the-way on, and beads of sweat are prickling up my temples. He’s not normally one to just pound me until he comes so I kind of need an answer.
“Oh, I fully intend to make you come all night, but only if my cum’s leaking out of your pretty pink pussy, She Devil. And, at any point tonight if you forget who you belong to, just remind me, and I’ll fill you with more cum to remind you. Are we clear?”
Again, he doesn’t wait for an answer before he plugs my pussy with my panties and caresses my clit with his tongue.
“Hold tight, pretty girl,” he mumbles around my lips. “They’re going to hear you scream all fucking night.”