Chapter 49
49
PENNY
Collins’s hands are on my ass cheeks, just as he promised. My dress rides up to accommodate the movement, and my legs wrap habitually around his waist—betraying my trust in my own self-control.
His kiss claims the breath from my lungs, commanding it and matching it to his own rhythm. Pulling away, I pant for air.
I hate that we fit together like this, like we were made for each other, because it confuses the fuck out of me.
Chills run up my spine, as pleasure surges just from his mere touch.
I miss him. I miss his taste. I miss how he feels. I miss everything about this man.
Falling asleep without him has been torture. And waking up alone is yet another reminder of everything I’ve lost.
But I can’t be that masochist who allows her heart to be stomped on again.
I can’t.
Besides, I’m the one who seduced him in the beginning. Everything about us was a fabrication of my own desperation and delusion.
“I think my princess likes when I take charge,” he growls.
My neck arches back as he grinds his cock against my core, and it takes everything in me not to rub myself all over him until I’m too far gone to think straight.
“Don’t tease me with your attention, just to pull away in the end.” There’s a warning edge to my voice.
“There’s no end, Penny. There will never be an end.”
My eyes search his for lies—some inclination that he is feeding me what I want to hear—but the only thing reflected back is truth.
And it fucking terrifies me.
As I try to slide down his body, Collins pulls mine closer to his. Resting my back against the wall, he presses his weight onto me and into the tiles, causing me to scream out his name.
I do love when he takes charge, but I’ll be damned if I admit it to him now.
“Tell me you don’t want this, Princess.”
And when I’m silent, he maneuvers me so that he can undo the button and zipper of his pants.
Lowering his hips, Collins thrusts up and dry humps me.
That’s the thing with us. The foreplay is just as good as the real thing.
But I’m not supposed to be enjoying myself. I’m furious with him for even putting me in this predicament.
“Fuck,” I bite out, between closed teeth.
“Yes, Princess. Tell me to move your soaked panties to the side. Tell me to slide my hard cock along your length and into the depths of your sweet pussy. Tell me. ”
“No,” I whine. The single-syllable word is unbelievable even to my own ears and surely to his.
His hands roam over me, grabbing and squeezing, causing a surge of goose bumps to multiply over every surface he touches.
“Tell me you don’t want me to thrust inside your depths and hit your favorite spot.”
I shake my head no adamantly.
Then leaning down, his warm breath right at ear level, he whispers, “Tell me you don’t want to drown my cock in your cum as you detonate around me.”
My teeth dig into my bottom lip, nearly breaking through the sensitive flesh.
Fuck.
With featherlight touches, Collins trails his hands along the path of my hips, against my stomach, and up to my breasts. He gives them a territorial squeeze, forcing me to moan out in ecstasy.
He’s playing dirty, hitting all my favorite erogenous zones.
“Do it,” I half beg.
He groans but doesn’t comply. “I’m going to need a little better than that.”
“Put your hard cock in my pussy, dammit, before I change my mind.”
Releasing my breasts, Collins grips my panties with one hand, while the other hand hoists me up. He pulls the cotton panel to the side to grant him the access he’s been laser focused on probably since he followed me into this restroom.
But even knowing his ultimate plan, it doesn’t stop me from wanting to submit to this man—one last time—and then say my final goodbye.
“Ahhh…” I call out, thrashing my head back and bumping it against the wall.
“Don’t knock yourself out,” he warns. “I need you coherent and awake for this.”
Then with amazing precision and dexterity, he slides his cock into my entrance—just an inch. And he stays there.
“More,” I groan.
I rock my hips.
“Patience. I want to savor this.”
“Now you want to go slow?” I ask, but more as a rhetorical question.
And he laughs.
He fucking laughs!
“My princess is always so full of jokes.”
Then, without warning, Collins pushes forward, plummeting his cock deep into my pussy, stuffing me full.
“F-u-ck,” I whimper, closing my eyes shut.
The pleasure is almost too much to endure while staying coherent, and he’s not even really doing anything.
That’s how good we are when we’re together. And the realization that this will be our last time together makes me sad that it’s done in a place that isn’t that romantic.
Why do I even care?
Thrusting inside of me, Collins picks up speed. His once calculated, small movements become uninhibited and wild.
My back presses into the wall and my legs become limp as he takes from me what my body has no choice but to give.
It is dirty and animalistic the way we fuck. Our mouths crash against one another’s, as our bodies rut with the only goal being to get off.
Collins enraptures me.
Claims me.
He reaches between us to play with my clit, pressing into it aggressively and circling his fingers like an expert.
I am the puppet, and he is the master.
After a few seconds, I can’t take any more and skyrocket into oblivion.
“Yes, Princess,” he hisses, joining me in paradise.
He marks me with his seed, spilling some out of me and down my ass crack, as he lazily pushes inside a few more thrusts.
I stay clutched to him like a bear cub, as I come down from my high. But then Collins kisses behind my ear and plays with my hair, and it reminds me how badly I just sent him mixed messages.
“We can’t do this again.”
He pulls back his upper body to get a better look at me. Then his eyes narrow with realization of what I’m about to do. “We’ll be doing it as often as we can.”
“This wasn’t makeup sex, Collins.”
“No?”
“It was goodbye sex.”
A laugh flutters out from deep in his chest, as his eyes flash back to mine. “Believe what you want”—he kisses a path from my ear to the sensitive skin at the base of my neck—“but I know the truth.”
I push against his chest. I can’t keep breaking my heart over and over again. “Stop.”
My one word makes Collins halt. Then he helps me to my feet, making sure I’m on stable ground before letting go.
What am I doing? I’m supposed to be having a date with one man, not fucking around with a different one.
“Penny…”
I fix my dress, smoothing down the fabric. I fluff my hair so I don’t look like I’ve been doing anything in here other than using the facility.
“I need to go.”
“Then go with me.”
“No,” I snap. “I need space to think.”
“You can think with me. We can sleep in separate bedrooms. We can talk if you want to talk. And I won’t pressure you if you don’t. I just want you to be in close proximity.”
“You just don’t get it.”
“Then explain it to me over dessert.”
Feeling suffocated, I push open the restroom door just to find a man in a restaurant logo shirt waiting outside in the hallway.
Collins’s arm stretches out, and several one-hundred-dollar bills are placed into the palm of the worker, who then quickly retreats through another door labeled Employees Only.
Of course, he’d get someone here on his side to stand guard while he made his move.
I glare at Collins over my shoulder. “You are so…”
“Resourceful?”
“Barbaric.”
He shrugs. “I love it when you talk dirty to me.”
I roll my eyes. “Shut up.”
“No, thanks. I much prefer getting under your skin.”
It’s working, but I don’t share that. Collins doesn’t need any more ammo to use against me. “I’m going to go back to Ivan. He’s probably wondering where I am.”
“Just explain that you were getting railed against the tiled wall in the restroom by the man who owns your greedy pussy.” He shrugs and has the nerve to feign innocence. “I’m sure he’ll understand.” He taps his jawline. “Now, that there is what I’d call barbaric.”
I shake my head at him. “You really can be so smug.”
“Confident,” he counters.
“You need to stop.”
“You know what, Princess?”
I look at him expectantly. I really wish he’d stop using my nickname, the one I once loved but no longer can stand hearing. “What?” I snap.
“I bet you don’t have to say a word to your date.” He spits out the last word like it tastes like poison.
“And why not?”
“Because he’ll probably be able to smell the scent of our cum mixed together that is now leaking out of your pussy from a mile away.”
“Go home, Collins.”
“Only with you.”
“No. You took from me enough tonight. So leave me alone.”
“Maybe I didn’t make myself clear, so let me reexplain. There’s no scenario where I walk out of here without you beside me.”
“Beside you or behind you? Because let’s face it, now that you suddenly want to be honest, you have never put me first.” As soon as the words fly out of my mouth, I instantly realize that they aren’t true. But I’m too committed in this fight to back down now.
“I’ll always put you first, Princess.”
Ignoring him, I walk back to my table with Ivan who is nearly done with his meal.
Was I gone that long?
“I’m sorry,” I mumble.
My lemon pepper fish and tomato cucumber salad rest untouched at my place setting.
He gestures to my dish. “Please eat.”
So I do, but only because I’m too nervous to hold a real conversation.
“I would love another date.”
I shovel in another forkful of fish and pretend to chew it way more than it actually needs. But if I’m chewing, I’m not talking, and that’s the best alternative to letting him down with a rejection.
I’m just not that into him.
Of course, I feel bad about him paying so much for this date, just for it to be super lame, thanks to my crazy stalker ex-bodyguard boyfriend staring at our table as if he’s about to drag me from it by my hair and spank my ass until I see reason.
But I refuse to look at him.
He can sulk all he wants.
I’m not his.
I’m not anyone’s.
My phone buzzing in my handbag pulls my attention to it. Looking at the caller ID, I see that it’s Claire. “I need to take this. I’m sorry.”
“Of course,” Ivan says softly. “Go ahead.”
“Hey, Claire,” I answer. “What’s up?”
“I’m watching hospital commercials with the sick children and eating a key lime pie straight from the tin.”
It sounds like she’s having a better night than I am.
“Okay…”
“I need an intervention or my hormones are going to ignite, and I’m going to drive your brother to leave me for someone easier to deal with.”
“He’d never leave you, Claire,” I comfort.
“Angie’s on her way. I need girl time. Come now, please.”
I glance at the phone. It’s after seven in the evening. “Where is my brother?”
“He’s with Graham handling some business thing they refuse to give me details about.”
“Ha, sounds like my brothers.”
“Exactly. And I’m stuck here without a car. I mean, it’s not like I can fit between the steering wheel and the seat anymore anyway, even with it pushed entirely back. This baby has doubled in size, I think, in just the last week.”
“Okay, I’ll be there in probably twenty minutes. I’m going to schedule a ride now.”
I disconnect the call and am confronted with Ivan’s sad expression.
“You don’t have to explain,” he says gently. “I’m glad I found closure on forever wondering if we could be a thing.”
“I’m sorry…”
He offers a sympathetic smile. “I’ll settle for just being friends.”
“Of course. I can refund you the money you spent.”
Ivan holds his hands up. “It was for a good cause. I appreciate your dad taking me under his wing and teaching me the business before he steps away entirely.”
Sliding my chair back, I grab my handbag and rush out of the restaurant, not even bothering to acknowledge Collins.
Claire needs me.
And it feels damn good to have this friendship network in my life.