9. Chapter Nine
Chapter Nine
LUCAS
W e drive into town in silence, although I’m super-aware of every breath, sound, and move Penelope makes. The taste of her is still on my tongue. Her scent is on my skin. And I want to kick myself for stopping what we started. But how could I have taken what I so desperately wanted? She’s just come out of a serious relationship. The last thing I want to do is take advantage of her vulnerability. Even with the information I learned about Travis being the one to cause the upheaval in our lives, I’m not sure I’m in the right headspace. If it were any other woman—the women I normally hookup with—I wouldn’t think twice. I’d fuck all thoughts from my mind. But this is Penelope. I believed for years that I hated her.
Do I hate her now?
The fury that rages through my body when I used to look at her has disappeared. How can I hate her for something out of her control? Yes, she planted the drugs in my locker that changed the course of my life, yet I think I hate myself more for losing control and calling Garrett. This is Travis’ doing, and he will pay for his part.
I pull up in front of the This ‘n That store. There’s no way I can spend another day with Penelope dressed in skimpy clothing. Her gorgeous curves—the roundness of her breasts, the curve of her ass—need to be covered for my sanity. Because now that I’ve touched her, my body is craving more. If she’s covered, then hopefully this hard-on I’ve been walking around with can deflate.
Penelope opens the passenger door. When I don’t follow, she turns to me. “Are you not coming inside?”
“I’ll wait for you at the bar. I need to make a call.”
“Okay. I won’t be long.”
As she walks into the store, I get out of the car and head over to the bar. I take a seat next to the window, pull my phone from my pocket, and dial Finn’s number.
When he picks up, I can hear Avery crying in the background. “This better be quick. I have a fussy kid who needs a diaper change.”
Finn has become such the doting father and husband. His daughter and wife Harper have him wrapped around their fingers. Once a man who had no interest in falling in love and finding a partner for life, now he has the perfect little family. I’ve never seen him so happy.
“Have you seen or heard from Travis Gilbert recently?” After I left school, I had no contact with him. Last I heard he’d moved to California. Travis had a brother in Finn’s year at school who he sometimes caught up with. Maybe he’ll know where I can find him.
“No. I haven’t seen him in years, but I know where he is.” Finn makes shushing noises I’m sure are aimed at Avery and not me.
Excellent. If I know where he is, I can pay him a visit. That fucker has payback coming. “Where is he?”
“Haven’t I told you?”
“If you had, I’d know,” I huff.
“Hmm. I guess being busy with Harper, Avery, and work, I’d forgotten. I don’t remember who I’ve talked to these days.” He chuckles. I drum my fingers on the table, waiting for him to tell me. “He’s in California State Prison.”
I sit ramrod straight in my chair. “He’s where?” I ask, because surely I heard wrong.
“California State Prison,” he repeats.
“What did he do?”
“He got done for drug possession, assault, and armed robbery. Looks like he’ll be locked up for many years. Why do you ask?”
I don’t have to beat the shit out of him after all. Karma is going to fuck him up the ass. “There was something I remembered from school I wanted to ask him about.” There’s no point telling Finn about the photos of Penelope. He was in college when Travis shared them. “I’ll let you go so you can settle Avery.”
“Before you hang up, what’s happening with you and Penny? I saw the articles online. Hayden told me you helped her at the hotel, but why was she leaving in your car with you the next morning? Stories are circulating all over the internet, and they aren’t flattering for Penny.”
I pinch the bridge of my nose and squeeze my eyes shut. Shit! Instead of helping her, I might have made things worse. “It’s a long story. I’ll fill you in when I get back to the city.”
“Okay, see you later.” Finn hangs up, and I toss my phone on the table and blow out a long breath.
Glancing out the window, I spot Penelope walking out of the store. Dressed in dark blue jeans that look painted onto her hips and thighs, she saunters toward the bar on tan hiking boots. A red and white plaid shirt is tied up in a knot at her waist. She’s left a few buttons undone to expose a white tank top underneath. Her hair is loose over her shoulders. I swallow hard.
I knew the store only provided outdoor wear. Shapeless clothing that wouldn’t have me mentally undressing her, yet the hard-on I wanted to deflate is rock solid. I shuffle in my seat to adjust myself.
Entering the bar, she scans the room. When she spots me she gives a small smile, and my heart does something it’s never done before…skip a beat. What the actual fuck? At the table, she places a paper bag with what I’m assuming are more clothes onto an empty seat.
She runs a hand over her hips, looking self-conscious. “Where on earth do the women of Oaks Valley shop for clothes? All I could find were items suitable for a lumberjack.” Then she takes a seat opposite me.
“It’s perfect. You’ll fit right in,” I joke. Although I’ve never seen a lumberjack look so sexy. To get my mind off the way Penelope fills out her clothes, I point to the menu. “Are you hungry?”
She glances out the window at the cloud-filled sky as heavy raindrops splatter on the ground. “Should we head back to the cabin? It looks like the storm is about to hit.”
“We’ll ride it out over lunch.” All I need is to be stuck in the cabin with Penelope and nowhere to go.
“Okay, I’m starving, and I need to make a few calls.”
“While you decide what you want to eat, I’ll go get us a couple of beers.”
At the bar, Allie gives me an icy stare. It started the moment I walked in. “Are you shacking up with the city girl?”
What was once a fun hookup is now turning into something jealous and possessive. “No, I’m not shacking up with her. I’m sorry if I’ve led you to believe that there might be more between us. We agreed to one night, remember? No strings.”
Her lips thin. “Of course. What can I get you?”
I’ve pissed her off. “Allie, I’m sorry—”
“I’m too busy to chat. Do you want a drink or not?”
“Two beers please.” Maybe it’s better this way. If she’s angry with me, any romantic feelings she may have toward me will die.
“I’ll bring them to your table.”
I return to the table and take a seat. “Did you make your calls? Have you spoken to Darren?” Is that why she’s looking so sullen?
The bastard doesn’t deserve her sadness. No one deserves to be cheated on. Two years ago, I learned my father was cheating on my mother for years. She loved him and treated him like a king. He said he loved her too, yet he couldn’t keep it in his pants. It was so fucked up.
Growing up, I was always told that I was just like him. Fun-loving, carefree, and easy to be around. Well, if I have his traits, what chances do I have of having a relationship? Will I screw around on the woman I say I love the way he did? That’s why I’m having fun with no commitments. That way I won’t risk hurting anyone.
She gives me a weak smile as she spins her phone on the table. “I haven’t plucked up the courage to call anyone yet. I’m afraid of what’s being said. It’s easier to stay in my clueless bubble and pretend all is right in my world. Darren has stopped calling. I guess he doesn’t care what he’s done anymore. He’s probably shacked up with Karen Featherstone.”
“You look pissed.” Or is it a ruse to hide her heartbreak?
Resting her elbow on the table, she drops her chin in her hand. “I am pissed. All those years together and this is what he does to me? I helped him build his brand. I got him exposure when people were looking at other athletes. And this is how he repays me?”
I sit back in my seat. “Stop me if I’m wrong, but you have said nothing about love and commitment and the life you had together. Your relationship sounds more like a business deal.”
Looking taken aback by my comment, she sits up straight. “Of course I loved him. It’s just…well, we had a more sophisticated kind of relationship that wasn’t all PDA.”
“Sounds cold and passionless.” Is that what she meant when she said Darren had never looked at her or touched her the way I did? How could he not? She is gorgeous. “Tell me something. Would he have fucked you up against a boulder in the middle of a forest?”
Her gaze flicks from left to right, like she’s checking to see if anyone can hear our conversation. “We didn’t do that.”
I roll my eyes. “Putting my cock in your pussy is the only thing we didn’t do. Shall I remind you where I did put it?”
A red stain creeps up Penelope’s neck and fans across her cheeks.
“Here are your beers.” Allie plonks our glasses on the table, interrupting our conversation. “Are you wanting anything to eat?” She pulls a notepad and pencil from her back pocket.
“I’ll have a cheeseburger with fries please,” Penelope orders.
“Same for me,” I say.
She scribbles our order down then taps the pencil on the notepad. “I know you,” she says to Penelope. “It was bugging me all night. Then this morning it hit me. You’re Penelope Aldin. That famous closet organizer or whatever you are.” The redness in Penelope’s face drains, leaving it white. “Never knew why people made such a fuss over you. You organize stuff. Big deal. A trained monkey could do that kind of shit.” She screws her nose up. “It’s not every day we have a celebrity in our little town.” She says ‘celebrity’ like it’s a dirty word.
“Allie, we’re hungry. We need to get back to the cabin soon,” I say to draw Allie’s attention and harsh words away from Penelope.
She pulls a face then spins on her heels and heads toward the kitchen.
“Sorry about Allie. She’s not usually so nasty.”
“That’s because she has a thing for you. She’s jealous you’re here with me.”
“She knows I couldn’t give her more than one night and she willingly agreed.”
“Just because she agreed verbally doesn’t mean her heart did.”
Why can’t things be simple?
“Will she tell anyone I’m here?” Penelope scans the bar like she feels people watching her.
“I doubt it. She’d probably hate you getting so much attention.” I stop myself from saying out loud because you already have mine .
Penelope drums her fingers on the table, looking uncertain. Then she picks up her phone and takes a deep breath. “I can’t put off my calls forever. If anyone knows if my location has been leaked, it will be Claudia.” She taps the screen and a few seconds later says, “Hi Claudia, it’s me.”
“Where the hell are you? Elizabeth and I have been calling you. Your mother was ready to go to the police to file a missing person’s report.” Penelope doesn’t have the phone on speaker, yet I can hear Claudia’s shrill voice from across the table. “We didn’t know if you were alive or dead.”
“I’m so sorry. Cell reception isn’t the best where I am.”
“Are you okay? Are you still with Lucas? Is he an absolute ass?” I can still hear Claudia’s words loud and clear.
Penelope’s gaze flicks to me. I grin at her, waiting to hear what she has to say. “I’m good. And yes, I’m still with Lucas. He’s…okay,” she says, grinning back.
“You poor thing. It must be horrible having to spend time with him. After everything he did—”
“I don’t have time to explain it now, but things back in school weren’t what they seemed,” she interrupts.
“Okay, then tell me where the hell are you?” Claudia asks again. “I’ll come get you.”
“Lucas took me to a small town called Oaks Valley. At the moment I’m in the town’s bar, but I’m staying at his cabin for a few days to…you know…clear my head.”
“A few days. There is a shitshow happening here. The things that are being said about you are repulsive. We need you here so we can try to fix things.”
Penelope grows still. “What things?”
“Go online and see for yourself. Actually, no, don’t do that. It will only upset you. Now that I know you’re safe and in relatively good hands, I’ve changed my mind about you coming home. Take your time. Hopefully, in a few days, it will have blown over.”
“Claudia, I have to go. Tell my mother I’m okay and I’ll call her when I can.”
“Elizabeth would love to hear from you now.”
“I have something I have to do.”
“Pen, please don’t go online if that’s what you’re planning,” Claudia pleads.
“Bye, Claudia.”
Penelope ends the call and types something on her phone. As she flicks her finger over the screen and reads what’s on it, the phone trembles in her hand. Her breathing is fast and shallow. Her face drains of all color.
“I need to go.” She jumps to her feet and rushes toward the door. Whatever she’s seen online isn’t good. Not that I expected it to be.
Pulling money from my wallet, I place it on the table to cover our drinks and lunch. Chasing after her, I reach the car. Rain hits me hard in the face. Penelope is already inside. Strands of hair are plastered to her cheeks. Her legs are jutting up and down.
Sliding into the driver’s seat, I turn to her. “What did you see?”
“I don’t want to talk about it.” Lightning cracks through the sky, flashing a golden streak across her face. She looks on the verge of tears. A crying woman is something I’ve never dealt with before. Better to get her to the cabin before the dam opens.
Turning on the ignition, I head home. Trees are thrashing about. Leaves tumble through the air. Even though the wipers are turned onto the fastest speed, my view of the road is blurred from the torrential rain. The thunder is loud enough to shake the car, yet Penelope is staring out the windshield, seemingly unaware of any of it.
When I pull up in front of the cabin, and before I come to a complete stop, Penelope flings the passenger door open, jumps out, and runs into the forest. I scan the sky. It’s dark and dangerous-looking. She shouldn’t be out in this weather. Whatever she saw online has triggered something. I need to get her and bring her back to the cabin before she gets hurt.
Getting out of the car, I rush after her. I push my way through the brush, avoiding branches swinging toward my face. A couple of minutes later, I find her in a small clearing. Tall trees with skinny, white trunks circle around the perimeter, give the area an eerie ghostly feel. Her face is tilted toward the sky, her eyes squeezed shut. Rain mixed with her tears are rolling down her cheeks.
“Penelope!” I yell over the thunderous storm. “You need to go to the cabin. It’s not safe out here.”
She doesn’t move. Did she hear me?
I stand in front of her and take her ice-cold hands in mine. “Penny, come home with me.”
Opening her red-rimmed eyes, she yanks her hands free. “Do you know what they’re saying about me?” She doesn’t give me time to answer. “They’re saying I’m the one who’s been having an affair. Darren’s doing interviews about how heartbroken he was when he learned of my infidelity. Claiming that he only turned to Karen Featherstone one time for comfort and felt devastated by his weakness.”
“We’ll go back to the city and set things right. Tell them Darren is lying. I’m sure they’ll believe you. Your fans love you.” I try to reassure her. “Now come with me.”
She clutches at her saturated hair. “No, I can’t go back. I’m a laughingstock. They’ve chosen the most humiliating pictures. They’ve published photos of me in a robe at the hotel, looking hideous. Even photos of me curled up on the floor, like my devastation was entertainment for them. They’ve circled areas to highlight where I have cellulite on my thighs. My body is a joke. It’s getting scrutinized, laughed at.”
She flings her arms out to the side just as lightning cracks, making me jump. Penelope doesn’t even flinch.
“They’re saying I’m fat, ugly, and unhealthy, and it’s only my money that is bagging hot boyfriends.” The wind tosses her hair about her head. She tugs the wet shirt plastered to her skin and yells, “This is me!” Pulling the shirt open, buttons fling all around. She yanks it off her body and tosses it on the ground. “When those photos of me skinny-dipping circulated in high school I was laughed at. Ridiculed because I wasn’t supermodel thin. It made me feel worthless. Even my mother makes me aware of my weight. Always recommending a more flattering outfit to wear. Darren never said it in so many words, but he’d buy me gym subscriptions for my birthday and question whether or not I should eat the cupcake.”
My body tenses with rage. What the fuck! What is wrong with these people? Penelope is beautiful. One of the most gorgeous women I’ve ever seen. What are they not seeing?
Kicking off her hiking boots, she strips out of her jeans and tank top and throws them next to the shirt. Standing in her lacy, pink bra and panties with the shadows of the forest surrounding her, the storm raging above, and leaves tumbling around her, she reminds me of a sexy mythical nymph.
She opens her arms wide, spins in a circle, and yells, “This is me!” She slams a hand to her chest. “Me. The hair, makeup, and designer clothes are all to hide what’s really underneath.” Tilting her face up to the sky, sobs rack her body.
Thunder rolls. Lightning cracks. The rain is pounding. We really need to get to the cabin.
I take her hands in mine again. This time she doesn’t pull away. When she stares at me, sadness is etched deep on her face. Tears are welling in her eyes and spill down her cheeks.
“Is this what I have to put up with for the rest of my life? Constant criticism on how I look?” Her voice has lowered to a whisper, and I barely hear her over the storm.
“There is nothing wrong with the way you look. Your face and body are perfect. You are beautiful. You have always been the most beautiful and desirable woman I’ve ever seen.” The first time I saw her in high school, I couldn’t take my eyes off her. Age has only made her more stunning. “Whatever those fuckers are saying online, they need to get their heads examined, because they have no idea what they’re talking about.”
Penelope’s bottom lip trembles. “The photos show something different.”
I swipe rain from my eyes and push my wet hair off my face. “Fuck the photos. If they could see you right now, they’d see what I’m seeing. A woman who is sexy and stunning. A fucking badass for stripping in the middle of a storm that can kill her.” I cup her face. “You are beautiful. Don’t let anyone tell you different.”
Putting a palm on my chest, she steps closer. “Show me how beautiful I am.”
The muscles where she touches tighten. “Penny, now isn’t the best time. You’re upset. You’re not thinking straight. Let’s go back to the cabin and dry off.”
“That’s the second time you’ve done that.”
“Done what?”
“Called me Penny. Only my friends call me Penny.”
“I think after everything we’ve been through we can call each other friends now.” Would I have chased her into a dangerous storm if I truly hated her? And with things out in the open and desire flattening any animosity, I can honestly say that we are no longer enemies.
A ghost of a smile plays on her lips.
“Let’s go,” I say. “I can even take you back to town if you need to call someone to sort this out.”
“No, I don’t want to go back. I want this. You. Right now. You look at me, touch me, like no one has ever done before. When you call me beautiful…I believe you.”
Rain is plastering her hair to her face and tracking rivulets down her cheeks. I brush soaked strands away. Damn, I want her. “If that’s true, then you’ve been with losers who don’t deserve you. Your body is a temple I want to worship at.”
With all seriousness, she says, “Then kneel down and worship it.”
Holy fuck. How can I refuse such a demand? “Are you sure? You’re upset. You might regret it later.”
“I have never been more sure of anything. The only regret I’ll have is not being with you.”
“Let’s go back to the cabin where it’s dry.”
She shakes her head just as lightning streaks through the dark clouds. “Here. Now.”
Stepping back, she pulls her bra straps down her arms, unhooks the clasp, and lets it fall to the ground. Next, she shimmies out of her panties. Standing under a stormy sky with trees thrashing about, a goddess stands before me. With her creamy skin, sensual curves, and her auburn hair whipping around her, it makes this all feel so surreal. When she reaches out and places her hands on my waist, I know this is no dream.
She wants me on my knees? Not a problem. There’s nothing more I want to do right now than to taste her sweet spot. Dropping to the soaked ground, I stare up at her. “Spread your legs,” I demand.
Shifting her feet out to the side, she does as she is told. Anchoring my hands on her hips, I grip tight and bring my mouth to her, licking a flat tongue along her slit.
“Oh God.” Gasping, she tunnels her fingers through my hair.
It gives my ego a nice boost when I feel her legs dip with weakness. I continue to lave her, twirling my tongue around her clit and sucking her in. Rain slashes at my back, but I’m so caught up with the taste of Penny I can barely feel it.
Soft, quick gasps expel from Penny’s mouth. Her body trembles, and she leans back against the tree behind her for what I’m assuming is support. My dick is so eager to be inside her, growing harder with every passing second. Yet, even with the storm raging around us, I want to take my time.
My hands move to her ass, and I squeeze her cheeks, pulling her firmer against my face so I can fuck her with my tongue.
“Lucas,” she pants. “If…you…keep…doing that…I’m going to…come.”
“I have more I want to do to you first.”
As much as I’d love for her to come in my mouth, I want to be inside her more. Breaking away, I nibble at her pubic bone, take bites from her hips, and place open-mouth kisses over her stomach, then trail up her torso. Still on my knees, I cup her breasts and massage them, tweaking and twisting her nipples. Her body quivers.
“Your tits are perfect.” If she needs to be told over and over again how perfect her body is, I’m happy to do so. Even happier to show her.
Tossing her head back, she bites her bottom lip as she arches into my hands. I love how sensitive she is. I replace my hands with my mouth, sucking a nipple.
“Oh yes,” she moans. The wind whips her cry into the air.
Taking her hands, I tug so she’s kneeling in front of me. I cup her face in my hands and kiss her, my tongue sweeping into her mouth. Our hands explore each other like we both need to touch every inch of one another.
Penny breaks away to pull my t-shirt over my head. Next, she reaches for the button of my jeans and then unzips the fly. Her hand slides behind the waistband of my underwear, and she grasp my cock.
Squeezing my eyes shut, I drop my forehead onto hers. When her hand pumps, my body jerks and I let out a raspy moan.
The strokes increase in pace. My hips thrust into her hand. If she keeps at it, this is how I’ll come. It can’t end here. “Penny, you have no idea how much I want to fuck you. I’m even risking getting struck by lightning to do it.” The sky cracks golden light just when I finish speaking. “Death by pussy and lightning strike.”
Penny giggles. “What a way to go.”
That’s for fucking sure. “Please tell me right now this is what you really want. Promise me this is something you’re not going to regret.” I need her to tell me again.
She cups my chin, her thumb ghosting over my bottom lip. “I want this. I want you .”
The best words I could possibly hear. I pull her down and lay her out on the moss and leaf riddled ground. Being outside among the trees, with the rain and wind, feels carnal. Sprawled among the forest debris, she is a man’s wet dream. Sexy. Beautiful. So many times I have imagined her laid out naked before me. My imagination doesn’t do the real thing justice.
Quickly stripping out of my sodden jeans, I then dig my wallet from the pocket and remove a condom from it. Rolling it on, I then drop to my elbows and hover above her. My hair falls over my forehead, and she rakes her hands through it, bringing our mouths together. Leaning to the side, my hand caresses every curve I can get a hold of and I work my way to her sex. I slide my finger through her folds and press my thumb on her clit, causing her to grind against my hand. I dip two fingers inside her wet warmth, and she grinds into my palm. She grips my hip and sucks at my neck.
“Lucas…so good.”
Her body is trembling, getting ready. And I’m so damn hard I can’t hold back much longer. “I feel responsible for giving you the best sex you’ve ever had, yet with this raging hard-on and the need to be inside you, I don’t know if I can.”
“You have already exceeded anything I’ve had before.” Her hand clasps around my cock, and she swipes the tip of the head with her thumb. “I need you now .”
My chest expands with male pride. Lifting up to my knees, I nestle between her thighs, spreading them wide and then hooking them over my hips as I plunge into her.
We both gasp as I bury deep. Our mouths fuse together as I drive harder and faster. She hooks her legs around my waist like she doesn’t want to let me go. There’s no chance in hell I’d stop what I’m doing. Our bodies slap together. The clash of lightning and roaring thunder compete with our frenzied connection.
“Lucas…I’m…I’m…”
I’m right there with her. “Let it go, baby. Let it go.”
Her pussy clenches around my cock, and I toss my head back and moan into the sky. My hips pummel into her. She bucks against me. Trembles rack her body, and she cries out her release just as another flash of gold lights up the sky.
“Oh fuck…fuck.” My orgasm rips through me as my body jerks and spasms. Is the ground shaking, or is it just me? Thunder rolls in the distance. The rain is easing. I’ve never experienced anything so amazing in my life.
Dropping to my elbows, careful to keep my weight off Penny, I kiss her softly. I pull back to find her staring at me with a satisfied smile on her face. Yeah, I put that there. And damn, I want to do it again and again. And that’s not like me at all. Fuck a woman once and I’ve had my fill. But I have a feeling that once with Penny will never be enough.
With her lying on the green, mossy ground, leaves and twigs in her hair, mud smudged on her creamy skin, she looks ethereal. Gorgeous. I’ve photographed hundreds of models and none of them, even with their perfect beauty, compares to Penny.
She starts to lift onto her elbows, but I put a hand on her chest and hold her down. “Don’t move,” I say. “I’ll be right back.”
Her eyes widen. “Where are you going? I can’t stay here on my own. I’m naked. What if something happens?”
“Oh, now you’re worried about being in the forest. A few minutes ago you didn’t seem to care if you got struck by lightning.”
She gives a sheepish grin. Thankfully, there is only the distant sound of rolling thunder. The storm has moved on.
“I have to get something from the cabin. Stay right there and don’t move,” I order.
“Fine. I’ll stay put. But if a hungry bear comes sniffing around, I’m running for my life.”
“Understandable.” I grin. “I’ll be right back.”
In a flash I’m on my feet, naked and running through the woods. Arriving at the cabin, I leap up the steps and fling the door open. I grab my bag off a chair, dig into it and find what I’m looking for. Bolting back to Penny, she’s exactly where I left her—looking totally fucked, messy, and gorgeous.
“What’s going on?” she asks as her gaze falls to the camera I’m holding.
“You can’t let the photos of you online bring you down. The bastards who took them meant to make you look like shit—got you at your most vulnerable state. That’s how they sell stories. I see you for who you are. I see beauty. If you let me, I’d like to take photographs of you that will show you just how beautiful you are.”
“You want to take photos of me like this? Naked?” she says with a worried frown. Her hands cover her breasts like she wants to hide. I’ll never make her do anything she’s not comfortable doing.
“Yes.”
“I’m a mess. They’ll be unflattering.” She bites her bottom lip. Is she thinking about what she saw online?
“They won’t be unflattering because I’ll be taking them. And you look perfect.”
“What will you do with them?”
“Nothing. You and I will be the only two people who will see them. Then if you want me to delete them, I will.” This will be the test of whether or not she trusts me. She knows I wasn’t the one who took the photos of her in high school, but she believed it for years. It’s hard to let that trauma go. “It’s okay if you don’t want to do it.”
“I want to.”
My chest expands with pride. I’ve never felt so excited to take photos before. I pop the cap, adjust the lens, and stand over her. The sun peeks through the clouds and rays of light filter through the leaves, dappling Penny in golden light.
As I take a couple of shots, Penny’s body stiffens. “Relax, Penny. Try not to think about what I’m doing.”
“Easy for you to say. You’re not lying on the ground buck naked.”
I pull the camera away from my face. “No, but I’m taking your picture buck naked .”
Her eyes scan down my body and lands at my crotch. A sensual smile pulls at her lips. Yeah, that’s it. I know how to get her to relax.
“Look at me like you did when I was fucking you with my mouth,” I say.
Her face softens. Her eyes grow heavy. Perfect. Click—click .
With her staring at me like that, my cock grows hard. Her gaze drops to it, and her tongue darts out to lick her bottom lip. If she keeps looking at me like that, I won’t be able to finish taking these photos. Focus, Lucas. You’ve had naked women in front of you before. Nothing you haven’t seen. Yet nothing compares to this.
“Perfect. Place your left hand over your navel. That’s it.” Click. Click. Click . “Now bring it lower, just above your pussy.” I swallow hard at the thought of her working herself with her fingers. Maybe we can get to that later. “Look at me like you want me to fuck you again. Like you loved having my cock pounding inside you.”
Her chest heaves. Her nipples peak into hard balls. God, I want them in my mouth again. A few more photos and I’ll do just that.
“Place your right hand near your face. Good. Slightly turn your head to the side and arch your back.”
My cock is growing harder. She’s sexy as hell. I can’t hold on much longer. I take a few more photos and put the camera on the ground.
“You’re a natural.” I spread her legs and kneel between them.
“Can I see them?”
“Not yet. I have something more urgent to attend to.”
She smiles with innocence, yet her eyes spark with lust. “Oh really? What might that be?”
“I want to fuck you. Now.” I’m painfully hard. “If you want me to.” Please say yes.
A light sun shower sprinkles her body with glistening drops of rain.
She lifts into a sitting position and hooks her arm around my neck. “I want you to.”