Chapter 23 #2
Penny has something at noon that she has to be at today; otherwise, she’s free until tomorrow. I had planned to walk the strip and enjoy the food and drinks anyway, maybe gamble a little bit too.
When I get checked into the hotel room, I decide to take a nap and then head to Penny’s hotel afterward.
It’s in the mid-seventies, perfect weather for Vegas, and I grab a beer for the walk. The strip is busy with people from all over the world, enjoying all that Las Vegas has to offer, and I take in the sights as I make the walk across the street and two hotels down.
Penny’s staying at the same hotel where the trade show is being held, and there are dozens of people milling about with badges on. I grab a couple of sandwiches and two coffees and wait for Penny to text me.
I don’t have to wait long before she messages me and comes walking out of one of the conference rooms I followed a crowd of people to. “Here. These are for you,” I tell her, handing her a coffee and a turkey and Gouda sandwich.
“Oh my god, I love you so much. I’m starving.” It doesn’t take her longer than half a second to realize what she just said, and her eyes go comically wide. “That’s not what–”
I interrupt her with a smirk on my face. “I know what you meant.” Even though she said it in the most platonic way possible, my heart stopped for a beat because I fucking loved the way those words sounded coming out of her mouth.
“Will you come up to my hotel room with me? I want to eat this and freshen up before we go out.”
I take her sandwich and grab her free hand, intertwining our fingers. “Lead the way.”
“You’re seriously a lifesaver,” she tells me when we get in the elevator. “I haven’t eaten all day and I’m starving. I just watched a guy groan on about the difference between organic and non-organic coffee beans for the last hour.”
“Sounds riveting.”
“Autumn could have done just as good of a job,” she deadpans.
I chuckle. “Okay, so what about tomorrow?”
We exit the elevator on her floor. “Tomorrow I’ll head to the booth section and try to network, see if there isn’t anything worth getting my hands on for the shop, and I’ll hit up one or two more lectures.”
She unlocks her hotel room door, and we head inside. I take a seat at the desk chair, and she plops down on the bed. “So, potentially, you could get out of it early tomorrow, too?” I ask.
“Yup. I could probably get out by noon. It opens at eight, and I was planning on getting there early.”
“Would you want to go over to the tattoo convention with me?”
“Seriously? That would be amazing. Oh, maybe I could get a tattoo done by someone!” she exclaims excitedly while setting her stuff on the nightstand and toeing off her shoes.
Oh, hell no.
I stand from the chair and move toward Penny.
“Not happening. The only person who will be tattooing your body is me.” She visibly swallows as she leans back on her forearms, and I cage her on the bed.
My gaze roams her body from head to toe and back.
“As long as you’re in my life, no one touches your body but me. ”
Her pupils dilate and her eyes search mine. “What’s that supposed to mean?” she whispers.
I lick my lips and move until my face is only an inch from hers. “It means exactly what you think it means.”
In the next breath, her lips are on mine. I grab her by the back of her neck and haul her to standing while our tongues tangle.
Fuck.
I missed the taste of her. Six weeks was too long. Never again will I go that long without my mouth on hers.
I pry her mouth open wide with mine and lick and suck at her tongue.
She moans into my mouth, and her pillow-soft lips move against mine in the sweetest fucking kiss.
I turn us and sit on the bed, and Penny immediately straddles my lap.
I grab her ass and start moving her back and forth over my hard length.
“I want you so bad,” she pants as she grips my hair in her hands and sucks on my bottom lip.
“Get your fucking clothes off. Now,” I demand. I grab my shirt at the back of my neck and pull it over my head. I work on my jeans next as Penny gets down to her white lace bra.
As soon as all of our clothes are off, I thread my hands through her hair and angle her head so I have access to her neck. I suck hard on the sensitive skin, and she groans. “I’m going to mark you so that everyone in this town knows you’re mine. Do you understand?”
“Yes,” she whimpers.
“No one touches you but me. Say it.”
She grinds her soaking wet pussy over my shaft and whispers, “No one touches me but you.”
I move to suck one of her nipples into my mouth, and I knead her other breast. My cock leaks between us, and I’m harder than granite as she continues to move over me.
“I want to hear you this weekend. Don’t hold back on me.” I slap her ass and she moans.
I flip her onto the bed so she’s leaning over the edge, ass up, and I swipe the head of my cock through her wetness and then rub her clit with my piercing.
I bring it back to her entrance and push inside, watching as she stretches around my head.
The sight is fucking beautiful. I push in, inch by inch, and her walls squeeze so tightly around me that my eyes roll back.
“Fuck, Declan. Why does that feel so good?” she moans out.
I watch as I bottom out inside of her, and I breathe through every emotion I’m feeling.
I know why it feels so good, and in a matter of seconds, she will too.
But I’m not man enough to tell her. This is crazy.
I know it is. But I can’t help myself. I’ve gone mad, and she’s the one who made me this way.
I can feel her heat and wetness consume me, and I pull back and slam into her. I spank her ass and then pull her up by her hair. “You’re drenched, Penny. Why is that?” I ask, thrusting my hips.
“Because I’m a slut for you,” she breathes without hesitation.
She just said she’s a slut for me–not my cock–me.
I moan and lick up the side of her neck, tasting her in the most primal way.
She whimpers and pushes back, meeting me thrust for thrust, and I wrap my hand around the front of her throat.
“Do you know how pretty your pussy looks swallowing my cock?” I say against the shell of her ear.
“No,” she breathes.
I let go of her neck, pull out of her, and flip her onto her back. I spread one of her knees wide and throw her other leg over my shoulder. “Watch us,” I demand.
I slap her clit with the head of my cock and then push back inside of her. If she didn’t know a second ago that I didn’t put a condom on, she sure as fuck does now.
I’m not slow as I enter her, and I can see the moment she realizes what’s going on. Her eyes snap to mine, and her mouth parts. I grab her throat and pin her down, grinding my hips against hers.
“What are you doing?” she mutters as her clit rubs against the base of my cock.
I pull out until I’m sitting just at her entrance and thrust back in.
When I lean down to kiss her, she automatically opens her mouth for me.
My hand moves from her neck down to her nipple, and I pinch the tight little bud.
“Do you trust me?” I ask as I pull back just enough to gauge what she’s thinking.
“I’m not on birth control, Declan.”
I pump into her in a long, hard thrust and kiss her again. I let my tongue languidly taste her mouth and then pull back to say, “I know.”
I search her eyes and she looks scared.
Fuck. She looks scared.
She’s completely frozen, and I know I’ve pushed this too far.
I pull out of her completely and get off the bed.
“Shit, Penny. I’m sorry. I don’t know what came over me.
” I run my hands through my hair and search for my clothes.
It’s physically painful to put my rock-hard cock back inside my jeans, but I can’t stand the thought of hurting her any more than I just did and need to get dressed to put some distance between us.
She moves to sit on the edge of the bed and watches me with the most confused expression on her face.
“Declan,” she says softly, “can you stop for a second?” I pause from slipping my boot on and look down at her.
She’s biting the corner of her lip, and her eyes search mine.
“I don’t understand what just happened…” she whispers.
She looks so small and vulnerable right now.
To be honest, I don’t fully understand what just happened either. This isn’t her fault. It’s mine. If I thought she trusted me before, she sure as hell doesn’t now. And I can’t blame her. Using condoms was a hard limit for both of us, and I just went and broke that rule without a second thought.
I take a breath and kneel on the floor in front of her, laying my forehead down on her lap. “I fucked up. I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have done that.”
She runs her fingers through my hair. “If you knew I wasn’t on birth control, why would you do that?” she asks softly. “I don’t understand.”
I shake my head. “It won’t happen again. I promise.” I don’t directly answer her question because if I admit what I was thinking, she would freak the fuck out.
“Have you…” She pauses, and I look up at her. Her eyes don’t meet mine, and I tilt her chin so she’ll look at me.
“Have I what?”
She fiddles with her fingers before asking, “Have you been with anyone since we last had sex?” My eyes go wide, and she continues, “I just want to make sure we didn’t risk any ST–”
I grab her by the nape of her neck and bring her face only an inch from mine, searching her piercing blue eyes.
“You think I’ve been fucking around on you?
Tell me, Penny, when would I have had the time?
The last time I had sex with someone else was months before you and I started talking on the dating app, and I had myself checked afterward.
Plus, this is the first time in my life that I’ve ever gone without a condom.
I’ve been exclusive to you, and only you, from the first moment we spoke. ”
It’s her turn for her eyes to go wide. The promise I made to myself when I became an adult to never have kids has never once deterred me from suiting up every time I’ve been with a woman.
It doesn’t matter if I’m on the verge of being black-out drunk because it’s like a compulsion for me.
I’ve had women try to get me inside of them bare before, and I always leave them high and dry.
It’s a red flag if I’ve ever seen one. I probably should have gotten a vasectomy years ago, but it never felt quite right.
I didn’t think twice about that shit just now, though.
I know Penny’s not on birth control. I know the risks of getting pregnant.
I know all of that, and I still did it anyway.
But I’m pretty sure she lost all her trust in me.
If she ever lets me touch her again, it will be a goddamn miracle.
This weekend was supposed to be fun, and now I’ve gone and possibly ruined it.
She’s still naked while I’m fully dressed, and I rub the top of her thighs before standing and hauling her up with me.
“Why don’t you get dressed and let’s go walk the strip and eat our sandwiches,” I tell her.
On cue, her stomach growls. While she freshens up in the bathroom, I sit on the edge of the bed and scrub a hand over my face.
I’ve put myself in a box that Penny never sees me coming out of, and that’s my own damn fault. I need to take this slow and feel her out. Because I know one thing for sure, Penny doesn’t see me as anything more than a fucktoy, and that needs to change.
Starting now.