Chapter Sixteen
Penny
N oises.
I hate them.
Breathing. Coughing. Sneezing.
Tapping. Snapping. Crunching. Chewing.
But, when it comes to Trey, I don’t hate his noises at all. The soft, steady sound of his breath filling his lungs and then quietly exhaling is more soothing than the white noise he put on for me.
Something about that small act of turning on my calming sounds has me wanting to hold onto him and never let him go.
I never really thought of myself as someone who relied on another person until Trey showed up tonight. The moment I saw him, I felt immediate relief and gratitude. I felt safe and protected and cared for. I was terrified and infuriated, but as soon as he pulled me in his arms, I let go of everything. Just handed my troubles to him and let him take care of them.
I’d never understood Hollis and Roan or Charlotte and Cal. I thought my siblings were strange for wanting to tie themselves to someone and stay there. To me, everyone is basically annoying to some degree.
Not Trey.
Sure, he teases me and pushes at my buttons, but it’s in a way I like.
I finally get my brother and sister now. Because the way they need their men is the same way I need this man.
It scares the crap out of me because I’ve never wanted anyone. Not like this. I found people attractive, but not enough to want to kiss or date them. Trey is more than a good-looking guy who’s been through physical hell and back. He’s caring and gentle and funny. And I like his kisses and touches.
I’m not sure how much time has passed, but I’m starting to get antsy. I want to tell Trey that he’s mine too. Surely if he’s allowed to claim me, I can claim him back. I know I don’t express myself well and he probably thinks I’m a bitch, but I do want him.
Since he’s asleep, I take a moment to explore his muscular chest with my fingertips. Each rounded curve or dip between muscles. The smattering of chest hair between his pecs. Hard nipples. My fingers stray lower, marveling over his abs that seem like they’re cut from stone. His naval gets attention too, and then I tease my finger along the trail of hair that leads into his shorts.
My palm ghosts over him, lower, barely caressing his cock. I’m fascinated how the softest of my touch has him hardening. His cock seems giant, though I don’t have anything to compare it to. He lets out a curse when I wrap my hand around it over his shorts.
“Penny,” he grinds out. “Whatcha doing, baby?”
“Feeling you.”
“You’ve been through a lot tonight…”
Anger shoots up my spine, making my ears burn. “You think because those assholes touched me that I don’t want to be touched by you? If anything, Trey, I’d much rather distract myself with good things with you than let the nightmares of what-ifs consume me.”
“Penny—”
“Stop talking.” I grip his dick harder. “Did you know I have the words ‘virgin slut’ and ‘ice cunt’ and ‘Charlotte’s whore sister’ written in Sharpie on my fucking boobs?”
“Those motherfuckers—”
“I said stop talking,” I snap. “They touched me. I know they did. There’s a drawing of a fucking crab on my thigh.” Tears burn at my eyes, but I refuse to let them spring out. “They took my bra. My panties were gone. I don’t know if they had their fingers in me or on me. It’s maddening to not know. So excuse the fuck out of me if I want to be touched in a way that feels good. In a way I can control. Something I want.”
Silence fills the room.
“Are you done bitching me out?”
“For now.”
“Good. Now kiss me with that mean-ass mouth.” He grabs my hip, hauling me over his waist so I can straddle him. His hand finds my throat as he tugs me to him. “There’s my girl.”
Our kiss is angry at first. As though I can punish him for what they did or for his words. But his kisses quickly become ravenous, tasting and nipping and sucking as though he wants to consume me. Soon, I forget I’m angry, lost in the way he distracts me from everything but him.
Only him.
His large palms skim over my thighs and then slide beneath the shirt I’m wearing. A groan escapes him. He doesn’t have to ask. He knows. I don’t have panties because that fucker stole them from me. Again, Trey draws me away from a few hours ago and brings me to the present.
“Goddamn, Penny. This ass is going to make me crazy.” He squeezes my cheeks, pulling on them, making me feel exposed in a way I never have before.
“I don’t know what I’m doing,” I murmur.
“You’re just kissing me, baby. That’s all.”
“But, I want—”
“Stop talking,” he says, his voice playful. “That’ll happen another night. Not this one.”
Knowing that I’m not expected to have sex has relief flooding through me. As much as I want to try these things with Trey, I’m terrified I won’t be able to or that I’ll do it all wrong.
“Can I take off my shirt?” I ask, my words sounding breathy and feminine to my ears.
“Probably a bad idea, but I sure as fuck won’t complain.”
I sit up and peel off the material, leaving me completely naked. My heart is hammering in my chest. Every nerve is buzzing inside of me.
He sits up, hugging me to him as he scoots back on the bed, his back resting on the headboard. His palm covers my breast and then his mouth is there. Between my spread legs, his cock, barely contained by the material of his basketball shorts, presses against me. I rub against it, loving how he growls in response. He bites my nipple, making me gasp. Then, he’s sucking it hard but in a way that feels really good. My hips move, eager for the friction of his dick. Every time I rub him just the right way, pleasure teases at me.
It’s intense and insane.
Rather than running from my crazy, I chase it.
“I need…” I murmur.
Honestly, I don’t know what I need. I just feel like Trey has it for me.
“I know what you need.” His hot breath around my nipple makes me tremble. “Keep riding that dick, beautiful.”
I flex my hips, eager to chase this feeling. His fingers trail their way to my pussy. Easily, he finds the part of me that aches for him. I whimper, but it doesn’t scare him away. If anything, it emboldens him. He latches onto my breast, sucking hard enough to bruise, as his fingers rub at my clit.
All these years I’ve experimented to see if I could feel like other people, though I had no interest in touching myself. It felt mechanical and forced. Nothing I ever did felt like this.
This is incredible.
As though he knows my body better than me, he rubs in firm, small circles until it happens. I detonate like a bomb. Crying out, I arch my back as the elusive orgasm rips through me like lightning.
He clutches my ass, taking a meaty handful, and groans against my neck. His dick throbs. I realize, once his shorts grow warm and wet, that he came too. Pride flutters through me like butterflies.
I’m not weird, cold, inexperienced Penny.
I’m a woman who is very much desired by this man.
“I…” A stupid grin forms on my face. “Sorry about your shorts.”
He chuckles. “Is my girl making fun of me?”
“I think you like it when I make fun of you.”
“Yeah, I guess I do.” He smacks my bare ass. “Get to sleep. I need to do something about this.”
I roll off him, unable to wipe the smile off my face. The bedside light turns on and he climbs out of bed. Shamelessly, I watch as he pulls off his shorts, baring his nice ass to me. He grabs up a clean towel from a laundry basket and wipes off his front. I can’t help but check out his long, thick dick that still remains semi-erect. He locates a pair of white boxers and pulls them on.
God, he’s like an underwear model.
All muscles and sinful in a pair of boxers.
“You’re trouble, English. I think I created a monster.” He tosses me a clean shirt, but I make no moves to grab it. “It’s like that, huh?”
I shrug. “I don’t want to wear it. I like feeling you.”
His amusement fades as he crawls into bed. He strokes his fingers through my messy, still damp hair and then caresses my breast. “Then stay just like this. I like feeling you too.”
“Does that mean you’ll sleep naked too?”
“If I sleep naked, we might as well kiss your virginity goodbye.”
“You wouldn’t just take it,” I tell him.
“No, but you’d hand it over, baby, and you’re not ready no matter how good this feels.”
He pulls me to him and then turns off the light. I like the way my skin clings to his, both of us still sticky with sweat from moments earlier. My breasts are pressed into his ribs, which is an amazing feeling. I like feeling this close to him.
I drift off, more relaxed than I’ve ever felt in my entire life.
“Not judging, man, but I suggest you get clothes on this girl before her brother murders you. Roan texted they’re on their way with Sebban. Bringing donuts.” Cal laughs. “And it smells like sex in here. You better air out this room. I’m guessing you have about ten minutes left until Hollis shows up.”
Trey grumbles at him as he pulls the covers over our heads. The door clicks closed as Cal leaves.
“Your brother is going to kill me,” Trey says, pressing a kiss to my forehead. “Question is, do I stay here and take a beating or do I force the most beautiful girl in the world to put some clothes on?”
“You almost died once and lived. You’ll probably evade death again. Let’s chance it and see.”
“Are you teasing me, Penny English? Who knew? Just needed an orgasm, huh?”
I smack at his chest, narrowing my eyes at him. “Stop talking.”
“Gladly.” His mouth crashes to mine, uncaring that we both have morning breath. He rolls his body on top of mine, settling between my spread legs. “Is this okay?”
“Yes,” I breathe. “Give me another orgasm. Hurry.”
“Bossy.” He grins. “I promised you the tongue.”
I curl my lip up at him. “Ew.”
“Not ew. You’re going to love it.” He kisses his way down my chest and stomach. “If you don’t, you can have my donut.”
I’m starving. For both orgasms and donuts. Either way, I win.
“Stop talking and use your tongue for something better. If you think—fuck!”
He nips at my clit, making my back come up off the bed. His palm covers my breast, pressing me down as his mouth assaults my pussy.
He’s right.
This feels amazing.
I clutch onto his head, spreading my thighs to give him more access. He growls against me—hot and ravenous. His lips and tongue are all over me, exploring and teasing and tasting. It’s the single most wonderful thing I’ve ever felt in my entire life. He pushes his tongue inside of me. It’s strange and slick and foreign, but I like it. I want more. His fingers and his dick.
“Mine,” he rumbles against my pussy. “This is mine.”
“Yes.” Sure as heck doesn’t feel like it belongs to me anymore. Every nerve ending in my pussy seems to obey his every stroke of his tongue. “Oh God.”
“Almost there, baby. I want your cream all over my tongue.” He starts fucking me with his tongue again as his thumb pleasures my clit.
It’s too much.
Not enough.
My orgasm slices through me in an earth-shattering way. I lose all sense of reality, swept up in the overwhelming sensations running through me. When I finally relax, he crawls over me until our mouths meet.
He tastes different now.
Like me.
His dick is hard and straining through his boxers. I know he said we wouldn’t, but I want it so bad. I want him.
“Trey,” I beg.
“I know, baby. I want it too. Not yet. Give it time. Give us time.”
Car doors slam outside and his eyes widen.
“Hollis really will murder me. Get dressed, woman.”
I curl my lip up at him. “Hollis isn’t my dad—”
And then I hear it. Him.
“Where is she?” the familiar voice demands.
“Just getting dressed,” Cal says to my freaking dad . “Want a cup of coffee, man?”
Trey flies out of the bed and dresses in three seconds flat. I roll my eyes and then put on the shirt he offers me. He tosses some shorts with drawstrings my way.
“We’ll continue this later, baby,” he assures me. “If I thought Hollis would kill me, there’s no telling what your dad would do if he caught us in here.”
“I’m a big girl,” I sass as I pull on the pants.
“With me, sure. Your dad, though, will always see you as his little girl.”
I climb out of his bed and hug him. “Try not to die. I like you.”
“Aww, English,” he says, stroking my hair. “In Penny-speak, that means you love me.”
“Stop talking.”
He laughs and it warms me to my heart.
Trey is right about something. I’m falling for him. Hard. And I am so out of my depth here. I’d rather drown, though, than give up any of this with him.