Chapter 7 Penelope
As soon as I get out of the shower, I hear people talking in the other room. I immediately know it’s Bryce and Cameron.
Shit.
“Oh, come on, Dad. I know where it is. Why won’t you let me get it?” I hear Cameron say, and it’s too late to hide.
He enters the bedroom, and we freeze. Standing in front of each other. Me in a towel and him in his usual jeans and T-shirt.
I consider apologizing. I consider cowering in the corner in the hope he goes away. Then I smell perfume coming off him, and I remember why I’m here in the first place.
So instead of shrinking like a wilting daisy, I stick my chin out and put my hands on my hips.
“Hey, Cameron,” I say casually. Like it’s a totally normal thing to be half naked in his dad’s home.
He looks between Bryce and me, his eyes widening.
“Jesus, Pen, did you fuck my dad?” he gasped.
I couldn’t determine if he was hurt or shocked.
If he was just shocked, that was fine. But if he was hurt, I might feel bad. I thought I had it in me to hurt him because I was mad, but now that I have actual feelings toward Bryce and want to stay with him, I’m not sure anymore.
“Cameron,” Bryce says, and he turns to his dad.
“Oh, that’s just fine, Dad! The second we break up, you pounce on her. What kind of fucking father are you?”
Bryce was calm, but I could see the heat in his eyes. Cameron seems to have hit a nerve.
“Don’t you take the moral high ground with me, boy!” He points a finger at his son, and I suddenly feel bad.
I didn’t want to become a rift between father and son, even though that ‘s inevitable since we want to be together. But doing it this way sucks.
“Cameron,” I say, trying to get his attention.
He turns to me. His face is red with fury, and all that anger comes rushing back. Why the hell is he mad? We broke up after he cheated on me. As far as he’s concerned, I should be able to fuck whoever I want. I don’t need his permission.
“Listen, Cameron.” I breathe, “We broke up. Yes, I was emotional but your father being the responsible one, told me to take a breather and to see if I really wanted to… you know… do him. And I wanted to. Our relationship failed because of us, sure. But let’s be honest, you took a freaking sledgehammer to it. Instead of just breaking up with me like a rational adult, you went behind my back!”
I take another deep breath and grip the towel.
“I like him, Cameron. I like Bryce. You don’t have to like it, but I’m not sure you get a say. Your dad deserves to be happy, and so do I. So you can either take a breath and get on board, or you can just fuck off.”
Cameron’s eyes widen even more after I finish my speech. I’ve never raised my voice. Ever. Never at him. I’ve never sworn. I’ve never acted mad. I’ve been the cheerful blonde Pollypocket girlfriend.
And now I’ve become the adult woman I’m supposed to be. The one with the confidence to take what she wants and to tell her cheating ex-boyfriend to fuck off.
I look over at Bryce. He’s still a stone, but I see the tick in his jaw.
He liked that.
“Cameron,” Bryce starts. Cameron faces his father, and Bryce takes a step forward. “I know you’re mad. I know this looks like I took advantage of her, which doesn’t feel entirely untrue. You can be mad. But I love her, Cameron. And I want to be with her. We’ve had this weekend together, and I can confidently say that I don’t want it to end. So before you blow your top and say something that can’t be taken back, do what Penelope says and take a breath. Okay?”
Holy shit! He said the L word.
I don’t have time to deal with that bombshell before Cameron turns back to me. “Do you love him?”
I nod.
“Yes. Yes, I do. I really do, Cameron. I’m sorry. About everything. About how you found out. About all of this. But I can’t take back this weekend, and I don’t want to.”
Cameron takes a deep breath and rubs his hands over his face, muttering, “This is so fucking weird,” under his breath.
“Okay. Okay,” he says, “I-I. I mean, I guess… since you’re here, Pen….” He takes a step toward me, “I’m sorry.”
That’s all he says. That’s all he can say. He can’t take it back, and I might smack him if he tried to make an excuse.
I nod.
He turns to Bryce, and they nod at each other. Then he leaves. As soon as we hear the door click, I fall onto the floor.
As soon as I sit down, I start crying, head in my hands, tears spilling out. Not because I’m sad but from the emotional whiplash. It’s a lot. Going between confidence, guilt, and love, and… Bryce said he loves me.
I feel his strong arms wrap around me, and I curl into him.
“Y-you said y-you loved me.” I hiccup and look up at him.
“Yeah, I did. And I do.” He kisses my forehead. “You said it too.”
“I did. And I meant it.” I sniffle.
“I know you do,” he says and lifts me up, taking me to his bed.
He lays me down and spoons me from behind. He kisses my hair, and when I shiver, he pulls up the extra blanket from the bottom of the bed and lays it over me. I don’t know how long we lay like that, but it’s the following day when I wake up. The bed beside me is cold, but I know he’s still here because I smell coffee and hear sizzling noises from the stove.
I get up and put on Bryce’s T-shirt when I realize I’m still naked from last night.
“Hey,” he says as I enter the kitchen, “Happy Valentine’s Day,” he winks, and I blush.
“Oh yeah, that’s today, isn’t it?” He gives me a cup of coffee and a plate of eggs, bacon, toast, and tomatoes. We take our meal to the dining table and eat in silence.
I realize I could have been with Cameron today. That was the original plan. I had work off, and he was going to take a day off from school. I planned to go to a hotel and make love until the sun rose the next day.
As I look at Bryce, I understand that even though it was a shitty thing to do, Cameron did me a huge favor. Clearly, if I was able to fall for Bryce so quickly, something was missing in our relationship. I was going to give him something that meant a lot to me. Now I’ve given it to Bryce. The man that I know in my soul I want to spend eternity with. Even longer if the stars are aligned.
“So, what do you want to do today?” I say slowly.
“Well, I don’t have work today, so we can do whatever you want.” He gives me another wink, and I giggle around my toast.
“Can we make out?” I ask.
“We can do that and so much more.”
Suddenly, Bryce gets out of his chair and flings me over his shoulder. He takes me to the living room, lays me down, then takes his T-shirt off of me and flings it to God knows where. The cool air hits my skin, and I shiver from the cold. Then I shiver in delight as he leans down between my legs and kisses my thighs. Once he reaches my pussy, I’m already soaked, and I gasp when his tongue licks my seam.
“Oh, God,” I moan and grasp at his hair.
He uses his thumb to rub my clit as his tongue works at my entrance. He licks every drop of arousal out of me until I shake and cry out his name. The orgasm is a head rush that comes too quickly and leaves just as fast.
Now I want more.
I paw at his sweatpants until his erect cock springs free. I push him down onto the couch and take his length into my mouth. Bryce grabs onto my hair with one hand and the couch in the other as I start licking and sucking his cock. My tongue swirls around the head, and I lick every drop of pre-cum that escapes the tip. Then I start licking down his sides until I reach the base of his cock. By the time I’m done with him, he’s all shiny. I look up to see Bryce panting. His hand twitches. I see his control slipping. There’s a wave of powerful lust coating his eyes.
I crawl up his body until I kiss his mouth and taste him.
Bryce’s hands cup my ass, and I grind my wet pussy over his cock. We moan in each other’s mouths until he pulls back and says, “I need to be inside you, baby girl.”
I nod and line up his cock with my entrance.
“Condom,” he groans.
“I’m on the pill. And clean.”
Bryce looks at me quizzically.
“I use birth control for regulatory reasons.”
He nods and says, “I’m clean too.”
Slowly, I slide down on his bare cock, and I swear I’ve never felt anything so perfect. Condom sex with Bryce is incredible, but the feeling of his skin against mine is mind-blowing.
Once filled to the hilt, I start moving my hips.
I place my hands on his shoulders and close my eyes, embracing the new sensation. The feeling of Bryce’s bare cock sliding against my inner walls makes me shiver in ecstasy.
I moan and feel his breath close to my lips. As soon as our lips touch, we inhale each other. We hold each other tight in a loving and passionate embrace. We’re desperate to get as close as we can.
Bryce’s hands slide across every inch of my skin, leaving goosebumps along the way. My nails scratch his back, and he groans into my mouth.
“Fuck,” he growls against my lips, and I feel his voice vibrate through my body.
I scratch him again, and he slides his mouth down the column of my neck and growls again. I moan and hold him close to me. Bryce kisses my neck and cups my ass, moving me. The tip of his cock drifts against my g-spot, and I cry out in pleasure.
We make love slowly and passionately. Sweat drips down my back, and I pant into Bryce’s ear as he growls into mine. Then he cups my jaw, making me look him in the eye as my hips move faster.
My breasts slide against his chest, the light hairs sliding against my nipples, sending bolts of pleasure down my spine to my pussy.
“Oh, my God,” I moan as Bryce runs his thumb over my bottom lip.
“Fuck, Pen. You feel so fucking good on my cock.” he growls.
I cry out softly as he brings his fingers between us and rubs my clit.
“Oh, God!” My head tilts back, and I stare at the ceiling as nothing but pleasure fills me to the brim.
I’m so close to coming I feel myself clamping around Bryce’s cock.
He brings my head down, and we stare at each other as our orgasms take us over.
Our movements get quicker and quicker as I ride him through my orgasm. “Fuck!” I cry out as my pussy clamps around Bryce’s cock.
“I love you, Pen,” he says, then I feel him come and coat my pussy with his seed.
“I love you, too, Bryce.”
“Daddy,” he says.
“Yes, Daddy.”