Chapter 29
CHAPTER TWENTY-NINE
Gideon
“Those guys gave you their names really fast.” Penn and I were in the shower, and I was currently inspecting his body meticulously. He had some bruising that, of course, he didn’t feel.
“No point hiding their names. They had ID on them, cops would have gotten it.”
He shrugged. “I guess. Are you done? My fingers look like raisins.”
I was glaring at his stomach. One of those assholes had hit him a few times there and on his face.
“I’d feel better—”
“I’m not getting an MRI for a minor fistfight.”
With a sigh, I shut off the water. “Fine, but I don’t want you putting the decorations up. Point and tell the guys what you want done, and let them do it.”
He rolled his eyes. “You’re ridiculous.”
I wrapped him in a towel. “I don’t fuck around when it comes to you, Penn.”
He smiled and pressed a tender kiss to my lips. “I’m fine.”
I gently rubbed a thumb over his cheekbone, where he’d clearly been punched. “I don’t like being the reason for your problems.”
He lifted a brow and smirked. “Well, if I’m being honest, you’re causing me a problem right now.”
I stepped away, worried. “What is it?”
I followed his gaze down to where there was a very obvious bump under the towel. I chuckled and rubbed it.
“I can fix that.”
He grinned. “I know you can.”
We quickly finished drying off and went into the bedroom.
It was later afternoon; the sun would already start to set soon, so Penn wouldn’t be going outside to decorate.
My goal was to keep him in bed for the rest of the day.
The twins would see Penn eventually, and I knew Owen would immediately worry.
“The twins,” Penn said between kisses.
“Mila and Alex took them out for an early dinner…with a swarm of people. They’ll be home later. We have some time.”
We didn’t even pull the sheets back, we just fell on top of the comforter, warm bodies, wet kisses, and hard cocks.
Penn rolled on top of me, a wicked smile playing on his lips. “You gonna fuck me?” he asked.
“Not sure that’s a good idea after a fight.”
He hummed. “Okay, I see I’ll have to take charge of the situation then.”
“Oh?” I sniggered and tried to get up only to have my wrists slammed against the mattress.
“I’m just going to have to take what I want, then.”
I was sure I could have fought him off, but I was curious as to how this would play out. “Let’s see what you got, Pennsylvania.”
He reached under his pillow and pulled out a bottle of lube.
We usually kept it in the nightstand, so he’d obviously planned this before we’d showered.
I watched in lustful amusement as he poured some into his palm and as soon as he wrapped his hand around my aching cock, I was definitely on board with his idea.
I treated Penn as if he were fragile because he couldn’t feel it when he had cracks.
Pain was what told our brain it was time stop or get help.
I knew he’d survived a lot of years on his own, but I wanted to help carry that burden of the unknown for him.
He hated that I did, and I had to learn to trust that he knew his body.
“Damn, Penn.”
He chuckled as he leaned forward, lining up my cock to his hole.
He didn’t prep; it was something I always liked doing.
He couldn’t feel the burn or stretch, so if he tore he wouldn’t know.
Every part of me wanted to ask him to let me open him up, but the look he was giving me told me to shut up and take it.
My lips squeezed together, I watched as he lowered himself onto my shaft. He was slow, and it was intense. I wanted to buck up but knowing Penn, if I did that, whatever plans he had he’d change them with the goal to frustrate me.
Once he was fully seated, we each released a breath.
“Damn, you feel good.” I sighed.
“So good,” Penn agreed.
He began rolling his hips slowly, his eyes never leaving mine. There was an intense intimacy to this. He was on complete display for me, his hands pressing on my pecs, our breaths growing harsher as he picked up rhythm.
It was like a dance, and the music was building with each glide. He started lifting and falling over my cock, and I could tell he was close. Grace turned into frantic movements, and soon he was riding me hard and I loved every second of it.
“Fuck, yes,” he shouted as he covered my abs with his come.
I gripped his hips, jackhammering up into him, chasing my release. Penn’s head was back, his gorgeous body on display and just looking at him, feeling his tight heat wrapped around me, made me see stars and I was coming inside him with a shout of my own.
He rolled off me, his arm against mine, both of us gasping for air and our skin glistening with sweat and come.
After a minute, I got up and went to the bathroom, cleaned myself up, and grabbed a washcloth.
Penn hadn’t moved, so I sat beside him and lifted his leg a bit to check his hole.
It was red and puffy, but there weren’t any tears or bleeding thankfully.
I dabbed the warm cloth to his hole and where other people would sigh with relief, Penn didn’t make a sound.
“He won’t stop, Gid.”
I peered into Penn’s green eyes. “I know.”
“Solange needs to beat him because if he becomes governor, it’s gonna be a nightmare, more than it is now.”
I brought the washcloth to the bathroom and tossed it into the laundry basket. “She’s up in the polls.” I leaned against the doorframe separating the rooms. “Him winning or losing doesn’t change the fact that he needs to go. I can’t let all he’s already done slide.”
He leaned up, resting on his elbows. “Benito advances fast. You think things out, plan, and then strike. He’s either thinking faster, or he’s just doing.
His way is rash, but it’s been effective.
He’s causing damage.” He grabbed his phone.
“The fight in the store is trending. Someone took video. Once they figure out who I am, the news will report it, and then Benito’s hope to make you appear dangerous to the community is in full swing. ”
“If they took video, it shows those idiots instigated it.”
“Doesn’t matter. He’ll focus on the violence of it all, how if you weren’t running things this wouldn’t happen.”
I pushed off the doorframe and went to the walk-in closet to get some sweats and a T-shirt. “I’m not running for any office. I don’t see how making me look bad affects the election.”
“He wants your power, Gid. He knows Solange answers to you in a lot of ways.” Penn strode in and pulled out pants of his own.
“Once he has your power, all the loyal soldiers will turn to him for all the riches you gave them. And it wouldn’t shock me if he tried to show the people just how tight your relationship is with Solange. ”
All of the worries Penn was vocalizing were valid.
Benito did work fast while I checked every nook and cranny.
The best way to beat your enemy was to understand his style, find its weaknesses, and place the bombs there.
I wasn’t going to avoid it getting bloodier; I just needed to keep my family safe while I brought Benito Calvern to his knees.