Chapter Thirty-Six
Penny
H e sucks my clit into his mouth and I see stars. So many stars. I can hardly believe this is real. Just today I was pining over him, missing him like hell. When he called, I was shocked. But when he brought me home and kissed me, I was relieved.
I missed him so much.
And though he was mad, he missed me too.
I hadn’t planned on telling him about what Jace and I did, but I knew when he asked about it, I couldn’t lie. Not again. Not ever again. I told him I wasn’t good at relationships and that I would mess up sometimes, but that wasn’t all true. With Trey, I’m the best. He draws the real me out of my head and into his arms. I’m good at relationships when it comes to him. I can learn from my mistakes and do better. That means no more lies. I’d hurt him before and I won’t do that again.
Trey pulls me from my thoughts as he devours me like a starved man and I’m the last meal on the planet. Not one part of my pelvic region goes untouched. His tongue is everywhere. On me. In me. Tasting places where no tongue belongs, but somehow feels good. I’m a whimpering mess, desperate to orgasm when he pushes a finger inside of me. I groan at the intrusion, trying to get used to the sensation. Just as it begins to glide more easily in and out of me, he slips another finger inside. This time, I gasp at the way his fingers seem to stretch me. They’re not in very deep. Just a shallow fingerfucking.
He sucks on my clit again, making me cry out. His fingers thrust in deeper and harder. It would be painful except he’s distracting me by teasing my clit, edging me closer to climax with each swipe of his urgent tongue. Another finger eases into me, stretching me to my limits. It burns and I want to beg for mercy, but the way he nips at my clit has me losing all sense of reality, confusing pain for pleasure. I spread my legs as far as they’ll go, wanting more of him. His fingers press deeper inside of me, making the burn so intense tears leak from my eyes. I don’t think I can take any more, but it now feels like my body has finally accepted him. He goes as deep as his hand will allow and it no longer feels like an intrusion.
Sounds echo into the room.
Wet slurping as he fingerfucks me.
Small mewls from me.
Heavy breathing from him.
These are sounds I love. I want to hear more of them. I’m lost to the feeling of it all, hovering on the edge of pleasure, when he curls his fingers up. Something inside of me explodes. I whimper, arching my back up off the bed, desperate for him to do it again. Because he’s so in tune with me, he finds that magical place again. His fingers massage me there as his tongue teases my clit. I come with a garbled cry, exploding with intense pleasure that pulsates through every nerve ending in me. His thrusting of his fingers slows to a stop and then he eases them out of me.
“Look how much you love me inside of you,” he rumbles, smearing his wet fingers along my thigh. “So much evidence. I should lick it all away until you beg me to do it again.”
Our eyes meet. His are burning with lust and love. I want him on me. Inside me. I need his kisses.
“I bet you’d be happy just riding my fingers from now until the end of time,” he taunts. “Is that what you want, beautiful? To fuck my fingers forever?”
“Stop talking,” I growl. “Make love to me.”
He grins at me. “So bossy.”
“You like it.”
Sliding an arm under me, he picks me up as he prowls up his bed. Once he deposits me in the middle, he covers my body with his. His lips seek mine, giving me a taste of myself. I kiss him back with vigor, wrapping my legs around his thighs. I want him inside me more than my next breath.
“It shouldn’t hurt as much as my fingers,” he murmurs against my lips. “You’re a virgin. I had to get you ready.”
“Sounds like you’re apologizing for giving me the best orgasm of my life.” I dig my heels into his ass. “Don’t. Just put your dick inside me and claim me.”
He grins against my lips and reaches between us to grab his dick. “That’s a command I will gladly heed.”
I whimper and writhe as he slides the crown of his cock along my slit, getting it nice and juicy from my arousal. The head barely presses into me when he freezes.
“Condom,” he grunts.
I arch my hips up, groaning when my body sucks more of his length into me. “I’m on the pill.”
“I’m negative,” he assures me. “I wouldn’t do this if I weren’t.”
“I know. You wouldn’t ever hurt me. That’s one of the reasons I love you, Trey. You take care of me.”
My words are like a match dropped into a puddle of gasoline. He sinks deep inside me with a quick, powerful thrust of his hips. My nails dig into his shoulders as I bite back a loud moan. His lips fuse to mine, trapping me in a claiming kiss as he fucks me. Trey’s cock is big, but I love the way he stretches me to my limit, filling me completely with him.
It’s insane to have him inside me.
I love it.
I want him there.
His palm caresses my cheek and then slides down to cup my breast. I love the reverent way he seems to adore me as he bucks into me. Trey is a one in a million kind of guy. Fierce and caring and sexy. He loves with his whole heart and isn’t afraid to show it. For some crazy reason, he wanted me. Despite my frigid, standoffish ways, he wanted me and fought to have me.
“I want you coming all over my cock,” he murmurs against my mouth. “I’m not going to last because you’re so fucking perfect.”
I whimper as he strokes his fingertips over my still-sensitive clit. All it takes are a few expert rubs and I’m crying out again in pleasure. His hips move in an erratic way as my pussy clenches around him. A groan leaves his lips, tickling my own, as he floods me with his release.
Hot.
Explosive.
Claiming.
I’m filled with his heat and it melts a little ice off my soul. It makes me wonder if Trey has the ability to heal me. To draw me out of my head completely so I can exist normally within the world. Something tells me he can. He’s come this far. I doubt he’ll stop anytime soon.
He slides out of me and rests his body beside mine. I wince when cum rushes out of my body, burning the sore parts of me. His fingers find the mess and he lazily runs them through it. I gasp when he pushes the tip of his finger back inside me.
“It needs to stay inside you,” he rumbles, pinning me with a hot, male stare that melts my insides.
“You’re so gross,” I say, unable to fight my grin.
“Lucky for me, you’re gross too.” He leans forward to kiss me. “Do you ever want to have kids, Penny?”
I think about sweet Zella, rowdy Sebban, precious Emilia, and our new little Hope.
“One day,” I murmur. “With you.”
“Good, because you’re mine now. You’re mine forever.”
“We’re going to be late,” Trey calls out.
I roll my eyes at Zella. “Boys. They don’t understand.”
She giggles and we take our time deciding on which Barbie she’ll take over to Cal and Charlotte’s to play with. Once she finally decides on one, we stuff it in her backpack and zip it up. Trey is waiting on the porch for us.
“About damn time,” he playfully grumbles before scooping Zella up and putting her on his shoulders. He leans in and gives me a kiss.
I glance up at Zella to see if she’s bothered by the kiss, but she’s smiling, eager to get to Cal’s. This morning when she came into the bedroom asking for pancakes, I was worried she’d freak out that I spent the night with her dad. Instead, she giggled with excitement, happy I was still there.
Trey sent her off to start pulling out the ingredients for pancakes while we scrambled to get dressed. We’ll definitely have to remember to get dressed before morning next time.
Next time.
There will always be a next time.
Memories of last night play back in my head. I’m sore because he made love to me twice more in the middle of the night. Neither of us could sleep, both of us too eager to be back in each other’s arms.
The walk to Cal’s is short. Roux and Jordy are there already, Emilia sleeping in her daddy’s arms. My heart melts at seeing them. Charlotte is flitting around in the kitchen, batting off a handsy Cal, as she works to make lunch for everyone. Zella finds the box of art supplies with her name on it and takes them to Trey’s old room to color. Trey sits in the recliner, pulling me into his lap.
“I guess you two made up,” Jordy says, pressing a kiss to the dark head of his daughter.
“He finally stopped being a brat,” I clarify.
Trey playfully nips at my ear. “Is that how it went down?”
“Yep.” I snuggle against him, happy for the kiss he gives me.
“Aren’t you two fucking adorable?” Cal says, tugging my ponytail as he passes.
I flip him off. “Go away.”
“My house. You can’t make me leave.” He laughs as he plops down next to Jordy. “Does Hollis know you’re back to fucking his sister?”
This time Trey shoots him the bird.
I hear the oven open and then close before Charlotte makes her way into the living room. She steals Emilia from Jordy and cuddles her to her chest. It warms my heart watching Charlotte with Emilia. I know she took it hard when she lost her baby, but based on the way Cal looks at her, all she has to do is ask and he’ll give her exactly what she wants.
“I got a phone call this morning,” Charlotte reveals, her eyes locking with Roux.
Roux frowns. “Good or bad?”
“It was from Samantha. It was about Kayden.”
Jordy tenses, his hand curling into a fist. Roux covers it with her own, leaning in to kiss his cheek.
“He, uh,” Charlotte hedges, biting on her bottom lip. She glances at Cal, who nods.
“He killed Ryan,” Cal blurts out like he’s telling us what the weather forecast is.
“What?” Roux asks in shock. “He did?”
“Yeah,” Charlotte murmurs. “I guess he heard what happened. I don’t know. Anyway, they always had beef. They were both in the infirmary together. He, uh, strangled him to death. They said it happened too quickly to stop.”
Relief floods through me. Cal’s green eyes flicker with violent delight. Ryan deserved to die. But Charlotte, being the nice person she is, seems to be taking it hard.
“Hmph,” Jordy says. “I guess baby Wheelhouse had one ounce of good left in him.”
“That’s crazy,” Roux murmurs. “Are you okay?”
Charlotte nods, kissing Emilia on the forehead. “It bothers me, yeah, but I also feel…” Her eyes tear up. “Relieved.”
Cal hugs her tight. “And you shouldn’t feel guilty about it either, Charlie girl. Not after what he did to you.”
“I know,” she croaks out. “It’s surreal. Like a horrible chapter in my life has been closed.”
“Too bad Kayden didn’t off himself too while he was at it,” I grumble. “Just because he does the world a favor where a Cunningham is concerned, doesn’t mean I think he’s a hero.” I shake my head. “This is why I want to become a cop.”
Jordy barks out a laugh that makes Emilia jump.
“A cop? You’re awfully violent to want to be a cop,” Cal teases, kicking out one of his long legs to nudge my foot. “I’m honestly scared for when you hit the streets with a badge.”
“You should be, Hutton. I’m going to arrest your ass for being a menace to society.” I smile sweetly at him.
“Maybe I’ll become a cop too,” Cal jokes. “I have a thirst for vengeance.”
“One fucked up idea at a time,” Trey mutters. “I’m still traumatized over the fact you want to be a principal.”
“I think Cal just has a hard-on for authority,” Jordy says, chuckling.
“Oh God,” Charlotte groans.
“I have a hard-on for something ,” Cal predictably says, nipping at Charlotte’s neck.
“On that note,” Charlotte says, handing Emilia back to Jordy. “Roux, want to help me in the kitchen?”
“Happily,” Roux replies, unable to keep her giggle at bay.
As soon as they start clattering around in the kitchen, Cal leans forward. “It’s done.”
Trey stiffens. “What’s done?”
“School project,” Cal lies. “Penny not tell you about it?”
“Not yet.” Trey hugs me to him. “But she will. Right, baby?”
No more lies.
“When we get home, I’ll tell you all about it. I promise.” I turn to peck his lips. “It really is a project I’ve been working on at school with a math teacher.”
Cal holds his fist out for me to bump it. “Damn straight. I can’t wait to see how it turns out.”
“Great,” Trey grumbles. “I’m not sure I want to know now. With you two, there’s no telling what it is.”
“Too late,” I sass. “You wanted all my secrets and now you’re going to get them. Warning, they’re not all pretty.”
He nuzzles my neck with his face. “I don’t care if they’re pretty. I want them all. I want you.”
My heart flutters at his words.
The truth is much more rewarding than secrets and lies.
“Let’s just say,” Cal says with a wicked grin, “Penny is going to make one helluva badass cop one day.”
Trey chuckles. “That, I don’t doubt for a second.”