Chapter 8
Penn
I t’s creepy to watch Jenna sleep, but I can’t help myself.
She’s never anything less than stunning.
Lying naked in the morning light in my sheets, however, she could be a Botticelli painting.
Her skin is smooth and supple, the light kissing her as though it knows she’s a work of art and wants to be worthy of her.
Her pink lips, swollen from giving me head, are partially parted, her tits pointing up at the ceiling like delicious fruit, ready to be plucked, her arms flounced overhead.
My dick is fully erect, the throb deepening when I think of her squirting for me, how she looked face down over my knee—a power position I had no idea would turn me on so fucking much.
Only with her. Only ever with Jenna. There is a bond between us that defies what I thought I knew about myself as a man.
I’m meant to be something unusual to this girl.
A lover, a guardian and an authority figure all rolled into one.
I can’t let her go.
I can’t do it.
Jenna stirs slightly, her mouth opening in a yawn, back arching off the mattress in a kitten-like stretch. She jolts, becoming aware of her surroundings, her gaze seeking me out in a panic, calming when she sees me there.
“Morning,” she murmurs, flashing me a smile that gets my heart pumping like crazy. “You’re even hotter before breakfast,” she whispers, starry-eyed, pushing me onto my back and straddling my hips, gasping to find me as stiff as a board, giggling into my neck and wiggling her soft pussy in my lap.
Heaven. She’s heaven, pure and simple.
How the hell did I get here?
How the hell do I stay?
“What time is it?” she asks, the words muffled, as she’s kissing her way down my throat and chest. “Do we have time to cuddle?”
“I’m starting to think we have different meanings of the word ‘cuddle.’”
Her head pops up, an adorable dimple etched into her cheek. “What do you think it means?”
“You know.” I take her ass in my grip, kneading that toned flesh. “A hug between two people, only they’re lying down. And it goes on for a while.”
“No, silly,” she says, kissing the underside of my chin, her cunt slicking up the full length of my cock, then riding back down. Pressing. “This is cuddling. It’s when I tease you into giving me what I want.”
“Got it,” I heave. “Now I know.”
“Now you know,” she sings, her smile imprinting on my neck. “I have the photoshoot at nine thirty and I need to be in the makeup chair by eight. I’m not going to be late, am I?”
Taking my eyes off her for a second is torture, but I turn my head to look at the clock on my bedside. “Baby. It’s eight-fifteen.”
Her eyes shoot wide. “Oh no!” She leaps off the bed in an erotic display of limbs and messy hair, and Jesus, Jesus , her body would tempt the staunchest saint. I can only shake my head in awe. “I need to go now. Will you give me a ride?”
“Of course, I will,” I say, sitting up with a wince, thanks to the hungry johnson, ready to go between my legs.
I clear the pain from my throat, as much as possible.
“Use my phone to call your manager. Tell him you’re running late.
They can’t start without you and I’m not dropping you off on an empty stomach.
” I stand up and pull her close, kissing the crown of her head, rubbing her shoulders until they relax.
“If you don’t want to call them, leave it with me. ”
“Leave it with you,” she whispers, swaying toward me, her cheek rubbing in my chest hair. “Leave it with Penn. Those words make me desperately happy.”
“Makes me happy to say them,” I rumble, nearly bowled over by my protectiveness.
My responsibility for Jenna. The growing sensation in my chest is so overwhelming, I have to avert my eyes, fishing her panties and skirt off the floor, kneeling down to help her step into them.
Handing her the tank top and watching her shimmy into it, her tits plumping in the neckline.
I love serving this girl as much as I love her serving me.
Damn right I’ll get on my knees for this girl who sighs at me like I’m a superhero.
This girl who gave me her virginity. Trusts me. Swallows for me. Needs a guardian.
My thoughts racing a thousand miles an hour, making plans, I take her hand and guide her out of the bedroom. She looks so angelic in the sunlight that I almost drag her back upstairs—
But a scream comes from the kitchen below and my stomach lurches.
Erin drops her bowl of cereal, the porcelain shattering on the hardwood floor.
“Oh, my goodness,” whispers Jenna, hands to her pinkening cheeks.
Fuck. I woke up in such a state of dazed euphoria, I didn’t stop to consider what might happen if Jenna and Erin cross paths. Is my daughter going to be upset? Is she going to be scared or throw a tantrum or never look at me the same way again, knowing I spent the night with a woman so young?
“It’s Hey Betty,” she says in a high-pitched voice. “Hey Betty is in my house!”
I remember what Jenna told me last night about wanting to leave her sitcom days in the past, so I study her, wondering how she’s going to handle Erin’s exclamation.
But instead of getting annoyed or being disappointed, she transforms into her famous character, right in front of my very eyes and delivers her catchphrase flawlessly.
“If you’re serving up trouble, I’ll take double.”
Erin screams again, but this time it’s piercing and full of joy.
Jenna bounds down the stairs toward my daughter, not with her seductive walk, but with a casual, friendly stride that I recognize vaguely from my television screen.
“Hi Erin, nice to meet you,” she says, stooping down and opening her arms, laughing when Erin runs straight into them and bowls her over, landing Jenna on her butt.
“Dad, it’s Hey Betty! Oh my God! What is she doing here?” Her wide eyes tick between me and Jenna. “What are you doing here?”
“Well.” Jenna pulls back with a brilliant smile. “I’m in town working and I ran into your dad. He told me you were a big fan, so I thought I’d stop by and meet you.” She gives Erin’s hair an affectionate stroke. “You can call me Jenna, if you want. That’s my real name.”
“Jenna.” Erin nods, hypnotized. “Okay.”
I’m in the kitchen now, unrolling half the damn paper towel roll to clean up the spilled cereal, but I can’t take my eyes off Jenna. How natural she is with Erin. How sweet. How Erin looks at Jenna likes she’s her lord and savior.
We’ve both got it bad.
Erin climbs into a stool at the breakfast bar and Jenna sits beside her, answering my daughter’s rapid-fire questions about being an actress and interjecting commentary when Erin starts talking about her favorite Hey Betty episodes, Jenna’s eyes sparkling with patience and fondness.
That’s when I realize I’m in love with her.
Through and through.
I never would have believed until her that this feeling could hit a man overnight, but then again, I hadn’t met Jenna Fairchild yet.
Hadn’t witnessed her strength and vulnerability and kindness and generosity.
Hadn’t witnessed her spirit and felt the soft welcome of her underneath me.
I haven’t just been struck by a single arrow from Cupid, I’ve been plugged full of holes.
“Will you come with me to school today?” Erin asks, eagerly. “We have show and tell. Everyone will freak out!”
“Honey, Jenna has to work—”
“I can help drop you off and maybe say a quick hello to your friends.” Jenna looks at me with hopeful hesitation. “Is that…okay?”
I give her a warm nod. “Better than okay.”
Her back straightens, her expression brightening. Does she think I could tell her no?
“I’ll wrap some eggs in a piece of toast to eat on the way, Erin. We’re running late.” I’ve laid the paper towels over the spilled milk to soak it up. Now I’m rummaging in the cabinet for a skillet. “That work for you, too, Jenna?”
“Yes,” she breathes. “That would be amazing, thank you.”
“Jenna,” Erin says, turning in her stool. “Is Wesley here, too?”
“Who is Wesley?” I bark, my neck heating.
“He was my co-star on Hey Betty ,” Jenna explains, raising an eyebrow at me, before refocusing on my daughter. “No, he’s not in town with me, but I’ll tell him you said hello!”
“Oh my God,” Erin screeches up at the ceiling. “He’s so cute.”
“He is. Super cute.”
I glower at her from the stove.
“Wesley is like a brother to me,” Jenna drawls, her face a little flush, like maybe she’s enjoying my jealousy. Which is probably a good thing, because I don’t reckon a man could be in a relationship with a woman so beautiful and not suffer from the green monster.
Constantly.
“See that it stays that way,” I tell Jenna.
Gorgeous eyes darken and she nods.
“Why were you in my dad’s room?” Erin asks, splitting an intuitive glance between me and Jenna.
Jenna looks at me, floundering for a moment, answering before I have a chance to help her out. “He was just giving me a house tour.”
“Oh.” A beat passes. “But you haven’t seen my room yet!” Erin throws herself off the stool, wrapping two hands around Jenna’s wrist and tugging her toward the rear of the house. “Come on, I’ll show you my poster.”
“We have to leave, kid,” I call to their retreating backs.
“I know. I’ll be quick!”
Jenna looks back at me with pure happiness, skipping along with Erin, and that’s it.
There’s no going back.
I’ll do everything in my power to keep her.