Chapter 10
Penn
T his time, instead of returning to the makeup trailer, I carry Jenna to her pink, designer one, trying with all my willpower to be gentle with my girl. Not easy to do when I want to throw her onto all fours in the dirt and fuck her like the sky is falling.
Would you rather come in my mouth or pussy, Daddy?
Those words bash the insides of my skull like stormy ocean waves.
It’s not only her body I need with burning desperation, but also her precious company.
All to my selfish self. Her job is to be an actress and apparently to model little cock tease bathing suits while bent over the hood of a fucking car—and I don’t disapprove of her profession.
I won’t tell her what she can and can’t do.
But apparently, I will grow steadily more jealous the longer she’s focused on other tasks.
I will get agitated by not having her to myself.
The kind of agitated that makes me agree to be part of the photo shoot, just to be close to her.
Just to get my filthy hands on her delicious curves.
I want her smile all to myself. I want her body in my possession.
I will put up with her showing it off a little, as long as I’m present.
The supple swells of her ass could spark world peace.
Her tits could make men believe in God. I don’t have the right to keep the sight of them from people—she’s the one who decides how and when she weaponizes her body.
But I only have a certain length of rope—and right now, it’s about to snap.
When we reach the top of the stairs, she tugs on the handle.
Nothing happens.
“Oh no!” Jenna gasps. “It’s locked and I forgot my keys.”
I don’t waste a single second backing down the stairs and going around to the far side of the trailer. My balls are throbbing like a son of a bitch, she’s in a bathing suit that looks more like lingerie, and she smells like vanilla ice cream.
I can’t go another second with giving her a fucking pound.
“Where are you taking m—” I drop Jenna to her feet, spinning her around to face the trailer, then I get to work unfastening my jeans. “ Oh .”
Lord, she’s got me feeling like the character I played in the photoshoot.
A big, bad wolf preying on the starlet, his cock thicker than her forearm, bobbing out of his jeans, like a snake getting ready to sink its fangs into her unblemished flesh.
She’s so much shorter than me, I can’t help but feel a touch of shame as I strip the bathing suit bottoms down to her ankles, falling to my knees behind her.
A man in prayer, except he’s not praying to God, he’s giving thanks to the tan line that starts at the top of her crack and disappears inside of it.
Just like my tongue does a second later.
Rubbing and tasting that pretty asshole, memorizing that sugary sweetness, the circular groove that leads somewhere that’s too tight for a man my size, but hell if I can’t appreciate knowing it exists and letting that knowledge stiffen me silly.
I moan while I lap at her back entrance, my face buried between her young ass cheeks, slipping a hand through her legs to cup her cunt, juicing it like an orange in my grip.
“Yes,” she whimpers, rubbing against my face. Then, “Lick it deeper, Daddy.”
That plea vibrates through me and now I’m mashing my face up against her asshole now, pinning her hips to the trailer while I slaver all over that pucker, groaning over the taste, sawing the length of my tongue against the unknown, while pumping two fingers into her dripping cunt.
Holding them deep and jiggling them, remembering the sound she makes when she squirts and barely surviving the resulting wave of heat.
Then I don’t have to remember at all, I’m getting another example firsthand of how incredible this girl’s body is.
She squirts onto the forest floor and the side of the trailer, moisture spraying onto my wrist, my hand.
And while she’s whining and shaking, I rise to my full height, heft her a few feet off the ground and impale her onto my spike of flesh, bouncing her like a fuck doll, the smooth buns of her ass raking up and down my stomach, her hands flattened on the wall of the trailer, my lower body keeping her aloft.
“Bent over that car like you wanted your man to come and get it, huh?”
“I always want you to come and get it,” she sobs, writhing her butt slowly.
I flatten her to the side of the trailer, grinding my cock up between her legs and making her scream behind her teeth.
“Big man like me is a lot of responsibility for rookie pussy like this. You’re going to go from having no experience to experiencing me every time my briefs get too tight.
And baby, they’re always going to be too fucking tight around you. ”
“I’m always going to be too fucking tight, too,” she rasps, circling that slickness on me—and I snap, going for broke, rutting her into the side of the trailer while my snarls echo around us, my cock tunneling in and out of the only heaven I’ve ever known, while her nails scratch down the aluminum, cries falling from her lips.
Cries for deeper, harder, meaner. So I give her all three, sinking my teeth into the curve of her neck and jackhammering that pussy in a blur until I hear her knees slam into the side of the trailer and feel the deluge of pleasure she sets loose with my motherfucking name on it, and I pop off, unleashing a flood that blinds me, quaking me top to bottom, my balls spasming in an ancient rhythm while I chant her name.
Over and over. The last woman I will ever touch.
“I love you,” I pant against the nape of her neck when we come crashing down. “I love you, Jenna Fairchild. I’m so in love with you.”
“I’m so in love with you, too, Penn.” A sound wells inside of her, spilling out in the form of a sob. “That’s why I’m not asking you to come back to Los Angeles with me.”
Jenna
I’m not sure where I get the strength to tell Penn goodbye.
But I’m pretty sure he’s the one that helped me find that inner strength.
Ironic, that.
As I turn in his embrace and find him looking down at me with a stoic expression, my bones are breaking.
It’s everything I can do not to fall into a heap at his feet.
The girl that still exists inside of me wants to wrap my arms around his waist and beg him to keep me forever.
To use whatever weapons I have in my arsenal to lure him to Los Angeles.
But the woman I’ve become isn’t so self-centered.
“Jenna—”
“You have a kid—a wonderful daughter. You have a profession you love,” I heave tearfully.
“And you would hate Los Angeles. There are some good things about it, but there are also a lot of people like my manager. Especially in my world. My schedule is hectic and grueling. Maybe…” Pain invades my throat.
“Maybe in another life a relationship between us could have been an incredible thing because when I said I love you, I meant it. But part of love is recognizing what’s best for someone and making sure they get it.
You taught me that. You taught me a lot of things in only a couple of days, and I’m going to take those lessons with me.
I’m going to stand up for myself more. I’m going to—”
“Jenna.”
“What?”
While I was giving my impassioned speech, he’s been fixing his clothing. Now, he patiently and calmly stoops forward long enough to pull my bathing suit bottoms back into place. Once he’s satisfied that the red garment is arranged correctly, he frames my jaw, tilting my head back. “Are you done?”
“Am I done what?”
“Are you done pretending we could walk away from each other and be happy?”
My eyes flood with tears and spill over. “I’ve learned how to live without being happy.”
“And now you’re going to unlearn that shit, baby.”
I shake my head stubbornly. “Not at the cost of your happiness.”
He seems to be imploring the heavens for calm.
“Jenna, I have been many things throughout my life, but foolish was never one of them. That’s what I would have to be to let you go.
” He picks me up in his arms, and I cling because my heart demands I do so, locking my legs around his hips and nuzzling his now-familiar neck.
“I could come to Los Angeles. I could be the brick wall that keeps any bullshit from touching you. I could take you home every night. Share that home. Take care of you, the way you deserve.”
“I can take care of myself,” I murmur faintly.
“I know you can. Look how far you’ve gotten on your own. You’re a marvel.” He bundles me closer. “But even a marvel, especially my marvel, needs to come home and let her man do the soothing. Are you going to give me that responsibility, Jenna?”
“I…don’t know.”
Without looking at his face, I know his temple is ticking. “Do you want to?”
“If I say yes, you’ll feel obligated to rearrange your whole life,” I hiccup into his neck. “I’ll feel guilty every single day, wondering if you regret doing it.”
“God almighty, Jenna, you blow my mind. It’s like you have no idea what a fucking treasure you are.
” He shakes me, kisses me hard on the temple.
“ You are a treasure . You think moving to Los Angeles is a steep price to pay for a woman like you? I’d fight endless wars on the front lines for a chance to love you forever.
I’d climb a million miles of barbed wire fences to watch the sunrise with you in my bed again.
I’ve won, just by knowing you. Ask me to come to LA and be part of your life.
” He pauses for a deep breath. “But I need you to ask me, because I…”
“What?” I sniff.
“Hell, baby, I’ll never be worthy of you. I’ll never be as good-looking as one of your co-stars. I’m older and beat up—”
“No, you’re not! You’re powerful and sexy and real. ”
He’s shaking his head—and now I’m panicking.
“When you were sitting on my lap in that makeup chair, you saw the differences in us. So did everyone else. You’re worried about me regretting you?
” A humorless laugh puffs from his mouth.
“It would be just the opposite. Ask me to come to LA, Jenna. Save me from feeling like the chainsaw-wielding beast kidnapping the stranded beauty. Ask me and I’ll come.
I want to. I’m just…fuck. I’m losing confidence that you want me there. ”
No.
I’m stuck.
I’ve trapped myself in a corner.
In trying to set Penn free, I’ve caused him to second guess how I feel about him.
Which is the absolute last thing I want.
I don’t want to leave him doubting that every second of our time together was authentic.
This bond is the realest thing I’ve ever experienced.
Maybe I’m the one lacking in confidence that I can make him happy enough to love LA.
Maybe if we’d just had a few more days together, I’d be selfish enough in our love to move mountains for a shot with him. Maybe maybe maybe.
My chest weighs a thousand pounds when I reach up and stroke the sides of his face.
“You saved me so many times over the past couple of days. You’ve demanded respect for me and shown me what true selflessness looks like.
But I’m going to go.” That last word emerges on a sob.
“I’ll think of you constantly. I’ll miss you like I’m dying.
But I have to go.” I go up on my toes and kiss his mouth hard. “Goodbye, Penn Holland.”
Penn is still as a statue, staring down at the ground with a clenched jaw, when I turn and run back to set, tears streaming down my face and a horrible churn in my gut telling me I’ve just made a horrible, irreversible mistake.