Chapter 12
CHAPTER TWELVE
Penny couldn’t believe she’d been so bold. But as fun as the day had been, it was also torture. The moment Pyro stripped out of his T-shirt and pants and stood before her in nothing but a pair of swim trunks, she swore she’d had a mini orgasm. The man was fine.
F.I.N.E.
And amazingly, he seemed to have no idea of how beautiful he was.
He was humble and funny, and spent most of the day at the beach entertaining and watching out for Bowie.
Seeing him with her in the water, being extremely patient and teaching her how to float, had been the stuff of dreams. What single mother didn’t want to see her boyfriend being so kind to her child?
And when he’d walked out of the ocean, dripping wet, looking like a freaking model?
Yeah, her ovaries had almost exploded.
But Pyro was more than his looks. He was smart, intuitive, and extremely protective of both her and Bowie. He went out of his way to describe what he was seeing to her daughter in a way that made the world come alive for the girl.
And when he’d almost lost his shit over a seagull stalking Bowie, Penny could only laugh.
She and her daughter were lucky to have this man in their lives. She still wasn’t sure how it happened. Why he’d decided he wanted to help them when there were plenty of people who’d lost everything after being evacuated.
Yes, letting them stay in the team’s room on the ship had been tremendously kind.
As had making sure they were eating properly and had extra clothing.
But the thing Penny valued most was the people he’d introduced her to, the new friends she’d gained because of Pyro.
It was a new experience, to be accepted exactly as she was, and Penny was still struggling to wrap her head around how much her life and Bowie’s had changed so much, so fast.
She’d been on the edge of arousal all day. And when Pyro had pulled out the braille Uno cards? Done. She’d almost melted in her chair. It was all she could do to act as if nothing was amiss, like she wasn’t squirming throughout the game, desperate for relief.
It was unusual for her, because she’d never been very sexual.
Being with John was sometimes okay but never earthshattering.
And since he rarely saw to her pleasure, she’d simply assumed that’s how it was…
that sex was mostly for men. Of course, she’d masturbated plenty on her own.
But being around Pyro helped her understand that pleasure from sex could go both ways. And she hadn’t even slept with him yet.
Which was something she was desperate to change.
Thankfully Bowie was exhausted from their day. From playing in the sand, learning to float, running around, being in the sun, and then staying up and playing games that exercised her brain. She’d crashed hard, and her daughter was a deep sleeper.
So despite her nerves, the second Pyro had re-entered the living room, she’d made her move.
She’d been pretty certain he wouldn’t turn down her offer to move their relationship to the next level.
He was a physical man, always touching her—a hand on her back, smoothing her hair behind her ears, holding her close when they kissed—and she couldn’t wait to have his full attention in bed.
She just knew he’d blow her previous experiences out of the water.
And he was immediately on the same page. She swore she had a mini orgasm when he picked her up as if she weighed next to nothing and carried her into his bedroom. It didn’t escape her notice that he was still protecting Bowie when he firmly shut the door, so she wouldn’t overhear them.
She wanted to show him how she felt about him without words.
Because words were scary. Once they were out there, they couldn’t be taken back.
She’d had foster parents who’d told her that they loved her—then the next month returned her to the state for one reason or another.
As a result, Penny had always been skeptical of the word love, until she’d had Bowie.
Then she understood what it really meant.
She thought she’d loved John, but any good feelings toward him began to fade the more indifferent he became about their marriage…and disappeared entirely when he turned abusive toward her and their daughter.
But if she could love any man again, it would be this one. Pyro had proven time and again that he was a good man. And she desperately wanted him. Wanted to feel as close to him as possible.
And when he looked into her eyes and said, “You won’t regret this.
I won’t let you. I’ll be the kind of man you and your daughter need.
I’ll fight for you, protect you, and treat you the way you should’ve always been treated.
By your parents, foster parents, your husband, and everyone you met after he died.
You aren’t alone anymore, Penny. You’ve got me, my team, our friends,” she was a goner.
This man held her heart in his hands, and she’d gladly handed it over. As a foster kid, she’d never really experienced true joy. But right now? She thought she might burst with how happy she felt.
He lowered his head and kissed her, and Penny didn’t hold back. She put all the love she had for this man in her kiss, and things escalated quickly.
Pyro’s hands went to the hem of her shirt, and she helped remove it by lifting her torso. He reached under her to undo her bra, and before she knew it, she was lying under him naked from the waist up.
He didn’t hesitate to peel off his own shirt, though he didn’t give her time to appreciate his muscular and slightly hairy chest before leaning down and taking one of her nipples into his mouth without warning.
Penny let out a surprised gasp and arched into him.
Electricity shot from her nipple straight down between her legs, and she shifted restlessly.
In response, Pyro put more of his weight on her, holding her still as he feasted on her breasts.
First one nipple, then the other, using his fingers to play with the one that wasn’t currently in his mouth.
She’d never been all that impressed with her breasts.
They were okay, not too big and not too small.
An average C cup. But Pyro made her feel as if she were a supermodel with his intense focus, learning every inch of her chest. With this man, she didn’t think about her stretch marks for even one second.
Or the pooch of her belly that she couldn’t seem to lose.
Or the way one boob was slightly smaller than the other.
All she could do was lie under him and…feel.
His cock was hard against her, and suddenly his mouth on her nipples wasn’t enough. She wanted more. Wanted to see him. All of him. See what he’d been hiding under his swim trunks all day. Wanted to touch him, make him feel as out of control as she did right this moment.
“Pyro,” she said, her voice a hoarse croak. She cleared her throat and tried again. “Pyro, more. I want more.”
He lifted his head and licked his lips as he stared at her, then nodded, as if he’d made some sort of decision.
He went up on his knees and his hands went to the button on her jeans.
Penny lifted her ass to assist him, and he peeled the denim down her legs and threw them off the side of the bed.
Now she was in nothing but the simple white underwear she’d put on after showering.
She wished she had something sexier than the plain cotton undies she’d picked up at the big box store. But the look on Pyro’s face had her thinking that he didn’t care about what she was wearing, that he was more concerned with what was under the scrap of material.
“These are so sexy,” he said in a low, rumbly voice. “White underwear against your skin, and I can see a damp spot. Damn, you have no idea what seeing that does to me.”
“I have some idea,” Penny said with a smile, reaching down and trying to take off his own pants. She could see his erection behind the material. “One of us is wearing too many clothes.”
But instead of disrobing, Pyro leaned down, his ass in the air, and licked between her legs, over the material of her underwear.
Penny jerked. His tongue felt amazing but she wanted—no, needed him to touch her without any barriers between them.
He gave her what she wanted, but not in the way she thought he would. Instead of taking off her underwear, he simply pulled the gusset to the side and stared at her for a long moment.
“Pyro?” she questioned, as she went up on her elbows to look down at him.
His gaze was fixed between her legs. He didn’t say anything, making Penny wonder if she should’ve been more ruthless with the razor that morning when she’d showered.
Then he looked up at her as he lowered his head.
He licked her, his tongue sweeping up between her pussy lips, making her immediately widen her legs, urging him on.
John never liked oral sex, giving or receiving, and most of the time their sex was done in the missionary position and over in a few minutes, as soon as he got off. So this was a rare and wonderful treat.
All thoughts of her former husband disappeared in an instant as Pyro closed his eyes and moaned.
Then he abruptly dropped to his stomach and pushed her legs open even farther.
One hand held the gusset of her underwear to the side and the other spread her pussy lips.
Then he began to eat her out as if he hadn’t had any food in days, and she was his only salvation.
Penny fell to the mattress and attempted to breathe as Pyro feasted. His tongue lapped up every drop of her lust for him, and he used his lips to suck and his teeth to gently nip, as well. Every one of Penny’s senses were on high alert, and her entire crotch felt sensitized.
She was so turned on, so primed from watching him all day, that the first time he closed his lips around her clit and sucked, she exploded.