Chapter 24
Logan
As if I’ve given her permission to accept the truth, Penelope grasps the front of my shirt and hauls my mouth down to hers. My hands are on her, moving frantically as if my mind can’t decide where they should be.
I contemplate taking it slow for her, like our first time, but our innocence is long gone. In its wake, we’re ravenous and desperate to make up for lost time. To complete the parts of each other we’ve longed and mourned for.
Our lips touch only briefly before our tongues are battling for attention.
“More,” she demands on the tail end of a gasp between sweet, heated licks. “Please, Logan. Everything.”
I discard her dress in a blink once I pull it over her head. Her hands fly across my body, just as greedily, but I pull away from her with a single command, “Sit.”
Penelope’s ass hits the mattress so fast, she looks back at it in shock.
The chuckle I give is more of a rumble, and her toes curl into the carpet with anticipation. “You give so much of yourself to everyone else, but tonight, I want you to be selfish. Take the pleasure I openly give you and know that it comes with no strings attached.”
She nods through a shiver, and those tantalizing breasts of hers strain against the top of a simple black bra that matches her thin panties. She wants to fight for dominance–it’s in the set of her jaw and the way her fingers dig into the comforter. But her legs are already parting, her pussy so needy and likely pulsing with desire that I’m eager to taste.
I grab the hand that shoots out, grappling for the button on my shorts. “Sit on your hands.”
She tucks them beneath her thighs, and her obedience has blood pounding toward my already aching cock. “I want you desperate for me to fuck you, Pen. Writhing for release only I can give.”
“Touch me,” she rasps, but the request is heady and salacious, like she’s hell-bent on getting what she wants, and I’m the man who’s going to give it to her.
“With pleasure.” I make quick work of unsnapping her bra, but my fingertips linger on her silky skin, tracing nonsensical patterns between her shoulder blades, across her collarbones, and then feathering down to the sides of her small, perky breasts.
“I’m consumed by you in a way that terrifies me,” I say, exploring her hourglass figure and loving the way her stomach rounds slightly above the apex of her thighs, both soft and uniquely feminine. “You’re my obsession in every sense of the word.” I knead her nipples, reveling in how she arches for me. “You’re the keeper of my heart, my greatest dream, and there’s no greater pleasure I could seek than yours.”
Penelope licks her pouty red lips, making me feel like a god captured by that sex-heady stare. “Take from me, please. I’m yours.”
I trace her lower lip with the tip of my thumb, just to prove she’s real. That this incredible woman is truly sitting before me. “Say it again.”
“I’m yours, Logan.”
My eyes flutter closed as those words settle around my heart, taking up twelve years of empty space.
I remove my shirt, tossing it on top of her dress, and when those bright, beautiful eyes fall from my chest to the outline of my cock, I languidly stroke it for her.
“We’ve got a lot of making up to do.” I step back until I’m across the room, watching as she squirms. Desperate whimpers slip from her lips as I distance myself. “Are you wet for me, sunshine?”
Her head bobs while I continue stroking myself, teasing us both. “Show me with your hand.”
Immediately, she tugs her thong out of the way, then widens her slit enough to show the pool of glistening liquid waiting for me. She relaxes her head back, sighing at the ceiling as she rubs her entrance with two fingers, split in the shape of a V.
“Stop,” I rasp, and she halts instantly. “Good girl.”
Molten heat snaps within her gaze when it falls back to mine. “I like that.”
“Being praised?” I ask, breathless from edging myself.
“Yes.”
Ipop the button loose on my shorts and undo the zipper halfway.
“Well then, be a good fucking girl and get on your hands and knees for me.”
Her shins hit the carpet, breasts bouncing temptingly before she assumes all fours. My body shudders at how captivating she is with her predatory stare trained on her prize.
“That’s it.” Anticipation hastens my breaths, each one quicker, more eager than the last as I wait for her. “Crawl for me, Penelope.”
The thin material of her thong parts the slopes of her ass, and if I were to die right this very second, I’d die happy, with this image as my last thought.
“Pity I can’t be in two places at once,” I tell her, and noting my attention, she seductively swirls her hips, arching that supple ass higher in the air. “I could take you from behind while I’m fucking your mouth…” Unable to stand it a second longer, I free myself, relishing the little sound that escapes her lips.
“Would you like that? To have both your pussy and your mouth full at the same time?”
My abdomen ripples when she finally reaches me. Exhaling through her nose between the kisses she presses below my belly button, she stays just shy of where I want her mouth.
“Yes.”
I tsk, massaging the front of her throat before tipping her chin up. “Have you always been so filthy?”
“Never.” I’m a goner when she adds, “But I want to be for you.”
Hooking her fingers inside the waistband of both my shorts and boxers, she yanks them to the floor.
I barely manage to get them off my ankles before the vixen has a hold of me. She opens willingly, eagerly, taking as much of my length as she can with a satisfied hum that tightens my balls.
“Fuck. Oh, fuck.” One hand holds her head steady, but she doesn’t need my guidance, not one bit. “Yes.”
I loosely grasp her soft, wavy tresses, heart pounding in time with every suck and pull, as she trails her hands up and down my calves and increases her pace.
“Does this feel okay?” she mumbles.
“Mm-hmm.” I relax my head back as bubbling pleasure cascades through me.
I lied. Now I can die happy.
“Because I can do something different if you want.”
“Talking,” I say to the ceiling. “Why are you talking?”
She grabs my ass, pinching me playfully, and I grin down at her.
“I’m just saying. I could do something more… adventurous, if you’d like.”
I arch a brow. “Put your mouth back on my cock, or so help me.”
Her impish smile brushes the tip, teasing me with every exhaled word. “It’s just that, sometimes, when I dream of you like this, you like me to put a finger in your—”
Only Penelope could make me laugh at a time like this.
“For the love of all that is holy, Penelope. Stop. Talking.” I wrench her jaw open and glide back inside the wet warmth of her mouth, groaning through three more strokes.
I savor the sheer ecstasy of her swallowing me as deep as she can, but when that hot current starts to build, and the head she’s sucking grows too sensitive, I pull out.
“Bed,” I rasp, pointing to the edge. “Lay back.”
“Are you always so bossy?” she tosses over her shoulder before doing as I’ve asked.
“Good girls don’t argue,” I retort, earning an airy chuckle that wraps itself around my heart.
“This one does.”
Unsurprising.
Her slender arms flex in the soft light, stretching her figure to showcase a body built to envy. She lifts her dark hair before lying on her back, and it fans out on the pillow in a crown of dark waves.
When she spreads her tempting thighs, the thin material shielding her from me pulls tight, slipping between her lips and exposing that pretty pussy to my hungry gaze.
No part of me understands what I’ve done to deserve being here with her, but I’m not taking a second of it for granted.
“Do you have a preference?” I ask before jerking her side table drawer open in search of a partner from her collection.
“Well, given Jorge is out of commish, and The Punisher is probably going to steal your thunder, let’s go with Breanne.” She lazily gestures to where I’m digging. “She’s that smaller, sparkly blue one.”
“The Punisher…?” I blink at her. “Wait, Breanne?”
My imagination runs wild, wondering what could have led her to name her vibrator after a female. And maybe I’m a bit depraved, but the visual of a woman touching Penelope is unbelievably erotic.
She must sense the direction of my thoughts because when she raises up on her elbows, the eye roll she gives me is exaggerated by a huff. “Really?”
I shrug, grinning at her before turning back to the drawer, only to pause when I discover a rather large, solid-black vibrator. There’s an attachment much like Jorge’s, only instead of a pair of rabbit ears, there’s a small silicon wheel with flexible spikes.
“This is really something,” I say, openly amused. “Consider me impressed.”
Her cheeks turn an adorable shade of scarlet when I grab the blue vibrator designed for clitoral stimulation, and then stalk toward the bed. My dick bobs excitedly—a motion that doesn’t escape her attention.
“Look, there’s an art to this, all right? Sometimes I just want to get off, and other times, I want to take it slow. Besides, I like a little added spice.”
Stepping into the space she’s made for me, I say, “If you’re embarrassed, don’t be. It turns me on to know you explore your body this way. And my goal here isn’t to compete, it’s to satisfy. I’m going to make you feel good, and if this helps me do that, then all the better.”
I take my place on the floor between her legs, right where I belong. Naked and knees digging into the carpet, I gaze up at her in awe.
“I hope you feel like a goddess when I kneel before you, offering my body and soul.” Still on her elbows, she shivers. “It’s a fucking privilege to please you like the deity you are.”
When I switch Breanne on, the buzz that emits from her is surprisingly powerful.
“Lie back for me, sunshine.” I gently press kisses up her soft inner thigh, inhaling her scent when my mouth hovers over her core. “It’s time for you to come.”
I waste precious few seconds removing her panties, and when I see her dripping for me, I dive right in, tilting my head to make room for the vibrator at her clit.
“Logan,” she exhales when the first pulse ripples through her, and her hips buck, lifting off the bed. “Oh my god.”
But I don’t relent. I spear her with my tongue while holding the vibrating pressure on her nerves. Not too hard, but enough that her head thrashes and her fingers claw at the bed.
“Mmm, you taste divine,” I murmur gutturally, devouring her unique flavor like a starved man.
I trail vibrations across her lower belly before moving to the insides of her thighs, teasing her with each pass. Penelope gasps louder, pants harder, and her muscles clench beneath my touch as she writhes.
“My turn,” I growl, because fuck it, I’m selfish, and I want that sensitive little bud to myself.
It swells, the core of it hardening at the mercy of every swipe, and my name tumbling from her lips only makes me more determined to get her there. Up and down, I flick at her clit, keeping the vibrator moving across her beautifully flushed skin.
“Logan,” she shouts, cramming her hands into my hair, bucking her needy heat against my mouth. “I’m so close.”
“Let us get you there,” I say, and her body shudders when I manage to break free of her hold.
The vibrator teases the entrance of her pussy before dipping inside. I spread a glistening trail up toward her clit, circling once, twice, while watching her reaction to the stimulus in awe.
My dick throbs to join the action, but I deny myself until I’m given the gift of her pleasure.
Penelope’s jaw drops, and her soft mewls morph into uncontrollable panting before loud moans pierce the air. Her heels dig into the mattress as I increase the intensity, and her legs quiver as wave after wave of orgasmic bliss washes over her.
I continue sweeping gentle circles over her clit with the vibrator, letting the last tendrils of it pulse through her, rejoicing in every muscle tensing before she finally goes limp with satisfaction.
“I want to feel you inside me, Logan. Please. Please, fuck me.”
I’m already climbing on top of her, kissing my way up her mouth-watering curves. “Do I need a condom?”
“No,” she says, and because I trust her—because I love this woman with every aching beat of my heart—I don’t question her further.
“I love your body,” she whispers, taking time to kiss my scars, and in turn, softening the very heart she’s claimed. Her arms and legs wind around me, and the organ rapidly pounds against her chest when she tucks her face into my neck. “You’re strong and warm… You make me feel safe, and I never question that when I’m with you.”
With my throat tight, I nuzzle beneath her ear while probing her drenched center, and the decadent heat that envelops me has me clutching her even tighter.
“As long as I live, I’m going to protect you,” I promise before easily slipping inside her. “Penelope… I’ve wanted this… waited for you for so long.”
“I’ve missed you,” she says, taking my face in her hands, and I want to cry with her when a tear slips over her temple.
I kiss the salty trail it leaves, knowing nothing has ever felt more right to me than this moment. “I’ve missed you, too.”
I pull back, searching her face for the kind of validation I’ve only ever found in her. That I’m worthy; that I’m wanted, needed, and cared for. And in those soft brown eyes, that’s exactly what I find.
She presses her lips to mine, and I absorb the gift she’s giving me through every slick stroke of our bodies.
I sigh against her mouth, and she captures it between her lips, meeting me thrust for thrust. My hands are everywhere again. Touching. Groping. Roving. I can’t get enough, but I won’t be satisfied until she comes again.
When I pull out to flip her onto her belly, she doesn’t resist in the slightest. Her answering giggle zips straight through my pelvis as I reach for Breanne—still buzzing—and guide her hips up so her ass is in the air.
“Care for another?” I ask, nipping the smooth skin of one round cheek before handing her the sparkly blue toy.
“Yes, please,” she whines, face halfway in the comforter.
I glide into her from behind, rejoicing in the warmth welcoming me back home.
Gripping the tops of her supple hips, I pump into her. She takes every single inch, not once asking me to slow, and the vibrations humming through her are driving me utterly wild.
“Fuck me, that feels incredible.”
“I know, right?” she says, proud of her little friend.
Her walls tighten, clamping around me hard, and my thighs clench with the effort not to come inside her. “I can feel how close you are. Keep going. Don’t stop.”
She nods rapidly, but all at once, the vibrations cease.
A trickle of sweat beads at my temple as I force myself to pause, fully seated inside her. “What happened?”
Bringing the device closer to her face, she inspects it, trying to turn it back on, but it’s—
“Dead,” she croaks, finishing my thought. “Shit.”
“I thought I told you to keep them charged.” Reaching for her hand, I guide it underneath her until we meet the point where our bodies are joined.
“Well, I’ve been busy, dammit.”
I smirk against her shoulder, kissing her flushed skin before murmuring in her ear, “I guess you’ll have to do it the old-fashioned way then, won’t you?”
Her eyes flutter closed at the twin sensation of our fingers rolling between her lips and the base of my shaft, coaxing her orgasm back to the surface.
Leaning back, I pick up the same pace, keeping a tempo that’s not too fast. “Come for me, Penelope.”
She shifts on her knees, angling me deeper, and stars ping behind my eyes. An intense orgasm builds in my balls, sending coils of pleasure up my cock each time I sheath myself inside her.
Frustrated, she huffs, adjusting again, and the tip of her tongue snakes out as if she’s concentrating.
“What’s wrong?”
“Just… Ugh. You’re gonna have to give me a damn minute. I’m doing this manually, like a peasant!”
I can’t resist grinning at how pitiful she looks, cheeks flushed and squirming around for the right spot.
“Let me help,” I say, joining her frantic fingers, brushing the edges first, then the center in tight, massaging circles.
“Yes. Oh. Don’t move. Don’t move.” Her hips still, her legs lock, and then she bears down, shouting my name, “Logan!”
There’s no stopping myself now. The burn I felt moments ago becomes a gratifying burst that curls my fingers and toes, ripping her name from my throat.
Hot spurts spill inside her, coating us both, and stealing every thought from my mind that doesn’t begin and end with mine.
She goes lax beneath me, mumbling into the sheets inaudibly while I curl myself behind her, just like I used to on our pallet in the barn’s loft.
“You okay?” I ask, admiring the baby hairs frizzing at her temple.
Her ass wiggles backward, snuggling into me, and stirring my dick back to life.
“Perfect,” she says, and I couldn’t have said it better myself.
I kiss her lips before rolling over, stopping at the edge of the bed when she asks, “What are you doing?”
“Taking care of my girls.” I snag Breanna off the bed before motioning toward the bathroom. “I’ll clean her off and then grab you a warm wash rag and pajamas.”
Nibbling her lower lip, she props her head in one hand and points at the side table with the other. “There’s some cleaner in there.”
I open the drawer, sifting around for the bottle, only to pause when something clatters around in the back. I carefully remove the culprit and hold it up in the light.
Blood drains from my face to my racing heart when I look at her.
At one point, this ring was the only thing of value my family had. Even dirt-poor, Dad refused to sell it, and when I graduated high school, he gifted it to me.
Giving it to Penelope was my way of promising her we were forever. She was my best friend, confidant, and lover, all wrapped up in one beautiful soul. There was never any question, no wondering if it was the right move, but when we split, I thought I would never see it again.
“You really kept it…”
She looks stunning, lying there, staring at me with a certain gentle resolve. “I told you I did.”
I grab my boxers on the way back to the bed and slip them on before sitting to face her. “I don’t know if I’m appalled that you’re keeping my grandmother’s ring in a drawer full of dildos, or touched that you’ve kept it so close.”
Her bubbly laughter is loud, echoing through the room before ending on the cutest damn snort I’ve ever heard.
“I never thanked you,” she says after a thoughtful moment.
Our pinky fingers intertwine as my need for her touch rises, demanding the attention I’ve been denied nearly my whole life.
“For what?”
“For taking care of me the first time, and all the times that followed. So many women have regrets.” The sincerity softening her pretty face constricts my chest. “But I never regretted you, Logan.”
I take her slender hand in mine and slip the ring down the length of her finger. It fits just as snug now as it did when I first gave it to her, and I don’t know why, but that shifts something inside me. As if all along, nothing’s really changed.
Bringing her finger to my lips, I give her a kiss just above the ring, and say, “I never regretted you either, sunshine.”