Chapter 33
Miles
The moment I realize Penny is fully passed out, I let out a long sigh.
“What the fuck is going on?” I mutter.
I’ve never seen her so tired before.
Not even during the busiest weeks at the rink when she was working twelve-hour days, running on coffee and whatever pastries I bribed her into eating.
After making sure she’s settled under the blankets, I pull on a pair of boxers. Maybe the internet has some clue why she’s suddenly sleeping like she ran a marathon.
I barely grab my phone before it starts vibrating nonstop.
“What the hell?”
I climb onto the bed, resting against the headboard while Penny sleeps curled against my side, completely unaware of the chaos exploding inside my phone.
I bite back a laugh.
The men of Azalea Creek are blowing up the group chat.
Xander: Hey, bro. Just wanted to check in. Rain is worried sick about you and Penny. She said you went to stop a wedding but never came back to town. Please let us know you’re okay.
Gio: You’re the man the newspapers in Charlotte are describing as an unstable middle aged man who decided to ruin the wedding of the year? This is comedy gold.
Middle-aged man? Who the fuck would describe me that way? I’m the picture of a hot man in his prime.
River: Where the hell are you and why aren’t you picking up your phone? Mama wants to know at least you and Penny are safe.
I take a deep breath, then I join in the conversation.
Miles: Which of you assholes knew Penny was getting married and didn’t tell me?
Xander: In my defense, I only learned about the wedding when Rain came home after going to your place.
Gio: Yeah, man. Guilty as charged. I’m sorry I didn’t say anything but I wanted you two to figure out your stuff without any of us interfering.
Miles: Ha! How did that work out for you? Because your dear wife came over with her twin to take my head out of my ass.
River: Wait, so are you with Penny? Are you in jail? When are you coming home? What do I tell Mama? And Granny?
Fuck, leave it to River to pull out the big guns.
Miles: Damn, Riv. Are you sure you aren’t a spy or a secret agent? I just got lightheaded with all those questions. But yeah, I’m with Penny. We’re spending the weekend at a resort away from all the chaos. Not sure when we’ll head back, but I’ll keep you posted.
Xander: Hold up. Together together?
Miles: Yup. *smiley emoji*
Xander: That’s it? That’s all we get after you almost went feral at the wedding?
Miles: Ha ha, you’re funny, González. I was simply making everyone aware that Penny wasn’t marrying anyone who isn’t me. We talked everything out.
Xander: Fuck yes. That’s what I wanted to hear. Happy for you both, bro.
River: Still don’t understand what a smart rich woman sees in you, but good for y’all I guess.
Miles: Aww, thank you bro. It means the world to me.
River: Cut the shit and keep us posted. I’m out of here.
Merlin: Glad you’re safe, Miles. Also, never believe everything you see online.
Xander: Hold on, little MacAllister. What’s going on with you?
Merlin: Nothing major. My agent just thinks I need to stop being a goodie-two-shoes all the time and “muddy my image” a little.
Miles: Fuck, and here I thought River was the only one we needed to keep an eye on.
Manny: Just catching up. Glad you two are okay. I hope you’re leaning on each other through all this.
I smile at Manny’s message, thinking about how beautiful Penny looked all day. Even exhausted, she practically glowed every time I looked at her.
Miles: Thanks, Manny. We’re good now.
Miles: Before I leave you losers, have any of your wives ever been extra tired after a super stressful day?
Manny: That sounds normal after everything Penny went through. Just take care of her.
Gio: Agreed. She’s your number one priority now.
Miles: That’s what I thought. See y’all later.
“Hey,” Penny says sleepily as she stretches beside me.
“Hey, boss.” I brush a strand of hair away from her face. “How are you feeling?”
“Tired,” she admits with a groan before grabbing my biceps and tugging me toward her. “Come here.”
“Happily.”
I kiss her slowly, taking my time, tasting every inch of her body.
By the time I reach her core, she’s already spreading her legs for me.
“Fuck, boss,” I groan against her thigh. “I love how greedy you are for my touch.”
She fists the sheets as I suck gently on her clit.
“I need you inside me,” she pants, riding my mouth.
I slide two fingers into her and pick up the pace until she comes hard around them.
Only once her trembling eases do I pull away long enough to shove off my boxers.
“Good to know you’re as desperate for me as I am for you,” she teases as she removes her bra.
My brain stops working for a second.
Her tits look incredibly full today.
Not that I’m complaining.
I settle over her and slowly push inside, enjoying the way her pussy adjusts to my size.
“Fuck, Miles,” she moans. “You feel so good.”
“Tell me about it, sugar.” I grind my hips slowly against hers. “I’m about to blow my load.”
I keep the pace steady, my eyes locked on hers the entire time. Every thrust feels less like sex and more like worship.
Then she digs her heels into my ass, silently asking for more.
“Come on, boss,” I murmur. “Ride me.”
The second she sinks down on me, my self-control disappears.
Her tits bounce with every movement, and I latch onto one of them like my life depends on it.
“Fuck, Miles.” Her nails drag down my chest. “I’m coming. I’m coming.”
“That’s it, sugar.” My hands grip her waist, helping her move fast. “Come for me. Let me see how beautiful you are when you come on my cock.”
The moment I feel her walls clamping my cock, I let myself go.
“Fuck,” I growl against her breasts.
If this is what loving the same woman for the rest of my life feels like, sign me the hell up.
“Table for two, please,” I tell the hostess when we make it down to the resort restaurant.
After another round in the shower, Penny insisted we get dressed up and have a proper supper.
Like I’d ever say no to anything she asks me for.
The hostess walks us to our table and explains the specials before leaving us with menus and a bottle of wine.
“What do you feel like having?” I ask, already knowing I’m ordering the steak.
Penny studies the menu with a tiny frown.
“I don’t know,” she whines. “Everything I eat lately keeps betraying me. At this point I’m about to survive on water and air alone.”
The vulnerability in her voice hits me harder than I expect. I hate seeing her uncomfortable.
“Maybe go simple?” I suggest gently. “How about potatoes and fish? Or chicken?”
She hums thoughtfully and keeps scanning the menu until the waiter returns to take our order.
Once we’re alone again, I reach for my wineglass.
“I’m not rushing you,” I say carefully, “but have you thought about when you want to head home?”
Penny exhales slowly.
“Maybe in a couple of days?” She shrugs lightly. “Unless you already have work lined up. We can leave whenever you need to.”
Then guilt flashes across her face.
“I’m sorry,” she says quickly. “I shouldn’t have assumed you could just take off without asking first. Besides, I need to go see my parents and figure out how to help with the fall from the wedding.”
“Hey.” I reach for her hand. “It’s okay. I do have a new job I need to get back to. But I only started last week. I told them I had to take a couple of days off for a family emergency. And whenever you’re ready, my family wants to see us too.”
Her eyes start watering, and it takes everything in me not to drag her onto my lap right here in the middle of the restaurant.
“Hey, boss.” I squeeze her hand gently. “Look at me.”
When she finally does, I continue.
“I said it’s okay.” I wait until some of the panic leaves her expression. “A couple of days is not a big deal.” I brush my thumb across her cheek. “And honestly, I rather be here with you than dealing with the crew.”
She frowns. “Why? Did they do or say something?”
“Nah, they’re just ugly assholes. You, on the other hand…” I wiggle my eyebrows.
A laugh bursts out of her. “You’re the worst.”
“And still you chose me.”
I grab my glass and lift it softly.
“Let’s make a toast.” I wait until she picks up hers too. “To you, Penny Levine, for seeing beyond my bullshit and giving me a taste of what life can be with someone you love.”
Her eyes gloss over again, but this time she’s smiling bright.
“To you, Miles MacAllister,” she says, “for making me realize my worth beyond my bank account.”
We clink our glasses together.
Supper passes easily after that, and I secretly breathe easier when Penny manages to eat without getting sick again.
But the second we get back to the suite, Penny darts toward the bathroom.
“Miles?” she calls through the door a minute later.
“Yeah, boss?”
There’s a pause.
Then: “I hate to ask this…” Her voice goes small. “But do you think you could go buy a pregnancy test?”