CHAPTER 12 Penny Calloway #2
I sing the song to my boys as Liam watches me.
I make silly faces at them like I do every night, something Brent always teased me for, but I refuse to be someone I’m not for a man.
Liam can watch all he wants. He can think I’m a total weirdo for singing to my kids and making faces at them over FaceTime, and if he does, so what? Then he’s not the one for me.
I say goodnight to my kids, and we end the call. I glance up at Liam, and a small smile is playing at his lips.
“What?” I ask.
“What’s the special treat?” he asks.
I set my phone on the TV console. “I’m not sure. Whatever gummy candies I can find at the airport.” I shrug.
“They like gummy candies?”
“Their favorites are the Nerds Gummy Clusters, but they also love Doritos for a special treat.”
“Regular or Cool Ranch?”
“Benji is all about Cool Ranch, but Sammy has actually started liking spicy food, and he loves the spicy nacho ones.”
He nods as he walks over and takes me in his arms.
“I like the spicy nacho ones, too. And by the way, that was possibly the most adorable thing I’ve ever seen in my life.”
“What was?”
“You singing to your kids. Your face lighting up when they said you look happy. Just…you. Seeing you as a mom. Seeing you in your element. Seeing you just be you.” He lifts a shoulder. “It was unexpectedly sexy.”
My thighs clench together at his words, and for the first time in my entire life, I actually feel seen by a man. I don’t have to hide the silliness. I don’t have to act a certain way.
I can just be me, and I’m accepted that way.
In one way, it feels uplifting and beautiful and lovely.
But in another, darker way…it feels far, far too dangerous.
I push away the danger and live in the moment, threading my palm around his neck and pulling his mouth down to mine. We kiss in a way that feels like I could stand here kissing him forever.
Unfortunately, though, I really do need to get in the shower and wash off the sunscreen before I meet Everleigh and the rest of the group for dinner.
I force myself to pull back. “I need to shower before dinner.”
“You know, it’s funny. So do I.” He holds up both hands like it’s just such a coincidence. “Should we save water and just shower together?”
I can’t help a wide smile. “I mean…I’m very environmentally conscious, so I think that would probably be best.”
He smiles widely back at me, and his smile is so bright and beautiful that it almost hurts to look at it, like the sun. “Let’s get to it, then.”
Once we’re in the shower together, he pulls me into his arms and holds me a while, the two of us just standing there under the hot spray of the shower, steam billowing around us as we cling to one another.
Eventually he angles his head down as I look up, and we kiss there, too, like we just did out in the room.
He’s such a good kisser. He’s tender and sweet, but there’s an urgency there, a need that makes me feel like he wants this, wants me.
He keeps showing up for me. He should be out celebrating because he just got a contract with a new team, but instead, he’s here.
With me. In my shower. His tongue brushing mine. His cock growing hard between us.
I reach down and grip his cock in my fist, and he moans into my mouth as his hand comes up to massage one of my breasts. He grabs it roughly, and it’s sexy, like he can hardly contain himself as I start to stroke him. His kiss grows sloppy as I stroke harder, faster.
His fingertips leave my breast, and a moment later, he’s plunging a finger into me.
I tip my head back, and his mouth moves down to capture one of my nipples between his lips.
I start to focus on the pleasure, and I have to remind myself to keep a rhythm on him, with each jerk of my hand pushing him closer and closer to his climax.
Hand jobs and fingering in the shower feel somehow oddly more intimate than I expected it to.
Usually I just want to get to the sex, but with Liam, I want to take my time.
I want to jerk him off until he comes all over my hand.
I want to hear his dirty words whispering a plea in my ear, but his mouth is full of my tit at the moment as his fingers continue to drive into me, and I have zero complaints.
He starts to buck his hips in time with my hand, and his grip on my nipple slips as he straightens.
“Fuck, Pen, just like that,” he mutters as he tips his head back.
I lean forward and suck one of his nipples into my mouth, running my tongue over the tight bud, loving every second of watching him fall completely apart while he continues to finger me.
He roars out a sexy growl, and then I pull back to watch as he starts to come. There’s something so indecently sexy about watching his cock twitch with release, watching it erupt with his seed, watching the white stripes paint the side of my hand as I pump my hand up and down.
Just the visual of him coming, of seeing the evidence of the pleasure I gave him on my hand, is enough to push me into my own climax.
I cry out as he shoves his fingers all the way in, and I let go of his cock to grip onto his shoulders, my nails digging into his skin and probably leaving marks there as my body seems to come completely undone at the pleasure he’s driving into me.
And as we both slow into the serenity of sated release, we cling to each other quietly, our mouths finding their way back together as we kiss under the water a little longer.
And it’s in that kiss before we start washing each other but after we made each other come that I feel like this is so much more than just physical.
I’m starting to develop real feelings for this man.
My heart is starting to want to attach to his.
It’s the first man I can feel myself falling for since I fell for Brent over a decade ago.
And he’s about to move across the country.