Chapter 25
Penny
Iwalk out into the mid-day sun and decide that I need to get drunk.
This is Las Vegas after all. I stop by one of the outdoor slushie vendors and get myself a large strawberry daiquiri with an extra shot of rum.
The sugary concoction hides the alcohol so well that I should probably pace myself, but I suck it down at an alarming pace.
I have no destination in mind, just the need to numb myself with alcohol and bad decisions.
My phone rings in my purse, and I don’t look before answering. “Hello?”
“Where are you, Penny?” Declan’s voice comes through the other end of the phone.
“Getting drunk and having fun. Go back to your girlfriend, Declan. Maybe have some fun yourself.”
I’m about to hang up when he says, “She’s not my girlfriend.”
I roll my eyes, “Her lips on yours say otherwise. Oh. A Ferris wheel!” I exclaim out loud. “Got to go have some fun of my own, Declan. Catch you back at home.”
I hear him growl my name but hang up before he can say anything else. I suck down the last of my daiquiri and pay for a ticket for the Ferris wheel. My buzz is strong and I’m happy as a clam now.
Declan can go fuck the redhead for all I care.
When I enter the observation cabin of the Ferris wheel and the doors close, the silence is all-consuming. I didn’t necessarily want to be left with my thoughts, so I try to pay attention to the view as we slowly move around.
My heart feels fragile, and I hate it. This was not how this was supposed to go.
Declan is supposed to stay in the perfect little box I have him in and never come out of it.
I’m not supposed to get emotional if someone else kisses him.
He’s single and unattached. Just like me.
Plus, he would never entertain the idea of being with someone like me. A mother.
I try my best to get Declan out of my head and decide I need to get another drink when I get off the Ferris wheel.
I’m usually a happy drunk, and I’m not going to let some man bring me down now.
When the ride finally finishes, the last person I expect to see when I get off is Declan. He’s leaning against the wall, looking hot and sexy, and I try to get past him without him following me.
It doesn’t work.
“You’re not going anywhere without me, Penny.”
I don’t say anything and find another slushie vendor near the Ferris wheel.
I stand in line and ignore Declan like a child.
I can feel the heat of his stare on the side of my face and swallow hard.
Being near him right now is not good for my psyche.
My nose starts to sting, and I flare my nostrils so I can get some air flowing and hopefully stop myself from crying in his presence.
“Will you look at me, Penny?”
I cross my arms in front of my chest, and luckily, the vendor calls me up next. This time, I order a margarita with an extra shot of tequila, and before I can pull my card out to pay, Declan hands over a wad of cash.
“I’ll pay you back,” I say numbly and grab my drink.
I try to walk away again. “Just stop.” He grabs my arm, and I flinch at the contact.
I don’t feel the warmth I normally do when he touches me because it’s been tainted by some fake bimbo who claimed Declan in front of everyone.
I guess that’s the kind of girl he likes.
Not some homebody like me, who has a kid and dresses like a hippie half the time.
Shit. I need to get rid of this pity party thing I’ve got going on, right this second. It’s not like me.
“I’ll see you when we get back to Daybreak, Declan,” I tell him and take a hefty sip of the margarita.
“Please, Penny,” he begs. “Just hear me out.” Up until this point, I’ve been able to avoid eye contact, so when I look at him, I don’t expect to see the hurt in his eyes.
“Is this guy bothering you?” a group of three girls stops to ask. I look at them and they’re ready to go to bat for me. I almost say yes, but shake my head at the last second.
“I’m fine. But thank you.”
“We can walk you somewhere safe,” one of the girls whispers to me.
I internally smile because all hope is not lost in this world. “He’s just my idiot friend,” I tell them.
They look like they don’t believe me but shrug and walk away.
I turn and head into one of the hotel casinos, and Declan follows behind.
I sip on my margarita while I take in all the flashing machines.
I don’t know where I’m going, just that I’m trying to walk as fast and far away from the man behind me, with no such luck.
I turn down an empty hallway and then turn back around as soon as I realize my mistake.
I run right into Declan. “Fuck,” he says and grabs my waist. “You have to talk to me, Penny. I don’t know what you’re thinking right now.”
I glare up at him. “I’m sorry. You don’t know what I’m thinking?
I’m thinking that you embarrassed me in front of your friend by holding my hand and then kissing another woman.
I’m thinking about how you were inside of me not twenty-four hours ago, and how you let another woman touch your lips, but were mad when another man touched my arm.
I think I’m going to take Ky up on his offer to take me out on a date when we get back home.
I think I need to redirect my priorities. ”
His nostrils flare, and he slowly backs me against a door. His hand reaches around me, and he turns the knob. I almost fall through, but he steadies me by my waist. It’s an empty conference room. What are the chances?
“I am so fucking sorry, Penny. I didn’t know she was going to kiss me, okay?”
“Was she the girl you were going to hang out with this weekend? The girl you hung out with last night?” I ask.
His brows furrow in confusion. “What are you talking about?”
“In the truck. You said you were going to get together with some friends and hang out with a girl. I’m assuming that girl was the whore that kissed you.”
He turns me so I’m against the wall and presses his hips against mine. He’s hard. How is he hard right now?
“The only girl I had planned on hanging out with this weekend was you. Stop being a brat.”
Oh.
“You’re the brat, Declan,” I spit out, still very much pissed.
“A man can’t touch my arm, but a woman is allowed to maul your face?
We’re still in our five-month period, and you broke the rules.
” I don’t know where this is coming from, whether it’s the alcohol or not, but I’m about to show him how much of a brat I really am.
“You said you’re exclusive to me and only me, or did you forget? ”
He licks his bottom lip, and his tongue piercing catches the light. He leans down and is about to kiss me, but I turn my head at the last minute. “You don’t get to kiss me after you kissed her. I don’t want to taste the trash you let touch you.”
His hand wraps around the front of my jaw, and he pins his gaze on mine.
“Let’s get one thing straight,” his other hand starts to work his belt, and the clinking of metal echoes around us, “I didn’t let her do anything.
Do you hear me?” He shoves at his pants, and I can feel his cock bob on my thigh.
He reaches for my spandex and shoves them down to my knees.
I’m momentarily stunned when suddenly, he turns me so my face is against the wall.
“You and I are going to break every fucking rule we put in place, right the fuck now.” He rubs the head of his cock along my slit, and I can feel the cold bite of his piercing.
My core clenches, and I’m about to say something when he continues, “No one’s mouth is ever touching mine again but yours,” he whispers against the shell of my ear.
“And no one’s pussy will touch my cock ever again but yours. ”
“Stop saying shit you don’t mean, Declan,” I grit out and try to push him back. That was the wrong move because the head of his bare cock slides right inside of me. I let out an involuntary moan, and Declan grips the front of my neck with one hand while holding my hip with the other.
“I told myself I would never fuck you without a condom again because I didn’t want to ever scare you like I did yesterday, but you don’t get a choice right now.”
Scared me? He thinks he scared me yesterday? Is that why he stopped so suddenly?
He thrusts himself to the hilt and turns my head so he can kiss me over my shoulder. I instantly open my mouth for him and suck on his tongue. I want to erase that bitch’s taste from his mouth. I don’t want him to ever think of her again.
My heart is beating erratically as his thrusting grows frantic. “I wasn’t scared that you were inside me bare,” I whisper against his lips.
He pulls back and searches my eyes, grinding his hips against my ass as his long, thick cock hits me just right. “I saw it in your eyes, Penny,” he growls.
When he pulls back, I thrust myself against him as hard as I can.
The noises that are coming from us are indecent, and I wouldn’t be surprised if someone walked in on us, and we got banned from this hotel.
The feeling of nothing between us feels just like yesterday; better than anything I’ve ever felt before.
And my eyes almost roll into the back of my head at the way my body lights up from his touch.
I reach above me and grab the back of his neck, hauling his mouth as close as it can get without actually kissing. “Fine. I was scared. But it was because of the thoughts that came over me.”
He continues to move his cock in and out of me, and I meet him thrust for thrust. “Tell me, Penny. Now.” He reaches for my clit and pinches it between his fingers.
“It’s too messed up to say out loud,” I whimper. Because it is. He’ll think less of me and bolt the second I say it.
He stops all movement. “I’ll leave you high and dry. Tell me, baby.” I shake my head, and in the next instant, he pulls out of me, turns me around, and picks me up, anchoring me to the wall. My legs instantly wrap around him, and he thrusts his cock so deep that I have to bite back a scream.
“Just tell me, Penny. I promise you it’s not as messed up as the thoughts I was having,” he whispers against my lips as he grabs my jaw, forcing me to make eye contact with him.
I bite my bottom lip and search his eyes. Besides our little rendezvous yesterday, I haven’t felt him inside me for over a month. And with nothing between us, I’m on the verge of having the most explosive orgasm because he keeps grinding his hips against mine in the most tantalizing way.
I take a deep breath in and then voice the thoughts I’ve shoved down so deeply that I haven’t let them come out for the last twenty-four hours.
“I was scared because all that went through my head was you coming so hard inside me that you got me pregnant… and I wanted that,” I whisper out loud.
I squeeze my eyes shut and hold my breath.
He completely freezes.
Shit.
I knew I shouldn’t have said anything.
His hips start to pull back, and I think he’s going to pull away completely, but instead, he slams himself back inside of me so hard that an involuntary yelp leaves my throat.
In the next moment, his lips are prying mine apart, and his tongue sweeps into my mouth in the filthiest kiss I’ve ever had.
He’s devouring me so thoroughly that my orgasm sneaks up on me, and I come so hard around his cock I can feel my wetness seep between us.
His thrusts don’t let up, if anything, they get faster and harder as my pussy continues to strangle his length.
“Fucking Christ, baby. Do you want to know what I was thinking?” I nod my head and whimper through my release.
“All I could think about was filling this pretty little pussy with my cum over and over again until you were round with my child. I want you permanently attached to me.”
Holy fuck.
Why the hell are both of us thinking these things?
“Do it,” I whisper. I don’t know what’s come over me, or him, but we shouldn’t be having these thoughts.
It’s not healthy.
His lips slam against mine in a searing kiss, and he stills inside me. I can feel the hot spurts of his cum coat the walls of my pussy, and I clench around him. “Fuck, baby,” he breathes against my mouth as he thrusts through his release. “Fuck, fuck, fuck.”
His tongue tangles with mine, and I push my intrusive thoughts away, enjoying the moment while it lasts because I have a feeling it’s not going to last very long.
I’m fully expecting him to freak out as we slow to a stop. When he pulls away, though, he reaches between my legs and pushes his cum back inside me with two fingers, pumping them in and out. My body starts to heat again, but he pulls back. “That stays right there,” he whispers in my ear.
He reaches to pull my shorts up, and once he does, I drop to my knees.
“What are you doing?” He looks at me with heated interest.
“Cleaning up what’s mine.” I wrap my lips around the head of his cock and swirl my tongue around his piercing.
He’s still semi-hard, and I bob on his shaft until he reaches the back of my throat.
When I pop off his head, I stick my tongue out to clean every inch of him.
My eyes don’t waver from his, and he’s looking at me like he wants to fuck me one more time.
He finally pulls me to stand and puts his two middle fingers in front of my mouth. “Suck,” he demands. I don’t hesitate to wrap my lips around his digits and lick them clean, too. My pussy is starting to throb again, and I can’t help but rub my legs together.
He pulls his hand back and kisses me thoroughly, tasting us on my tongue. “Now. Let’s go have some fun.”
As if that wasn’t already fun.