I sense her trying to make her body relax, but her initial response tells me all I need to know.
She pulls away and sits up.
I turn to face her.
“Not really. I was thinking about how well you know Lottie, and it reminded me of something Mum said the other day.”
Pen drops her chin to her chest.
“What did she say?”
“That he was protecting us both.”
“She shouldn’t have said anything,” she says quietly.
“Why? Because he was involved?”
I hold my voice steady, as Pen’s breathing increases.
“God, No. Your dad helped me.Shit,” she says, running a hand down her face. “Look, I made a promise a long time ago to never discuss this with you. Please, Elijah, don’t make me break that promise.”
I know how much Pen loved my father. The feeling was mutual. He had a lot of respect for her, too. She brought Gabriel out of his shell. Is super intelligent, has an excellent business brain for someone so young, or so he kept telling me and everyone else who would listen.
“Okay, I won’t push. But Pen. If Dad helped you, I’m glad. I’m certainly not angry.”
Pen looks at me as if weighing up my words.
I hold open my arms and draw her back into my side.
Dad was definitely involved, and I wish I could thank him for helping her.
I drop a kiss on her head, and she swivels, looking up at me. Her hand cups my cheek.
“All you need to know is he did what was best for both of us.”
I lower my mouth to hers and she opens for me instantly.
She pushes back and stands up.
I watch as she removes her clothes, one item at a time. Her eyes never leaving mine. When she’s finally naked before me, she straddles my hips, her legs spread wide over their breadth. Her lips find my neck, licking and sucking. I move my headto one side, allowing her access to the sensitive skin, my cock swelling between us.
Her hands slide under my t-shirt, and I pull it over my head. She works her way down my chest, her lips creating their own roadmap. When she draws one of my nipples into her mouth, my hips jerk.
She chuckles and continues to torment the other, rolling it between her finger and thumb.
“I think we need to lose the trousers.”
Her hands go to my belt, and she makes quick work of the button and zipper. I lift my hips, allowing her to slide them down along with my boxers.
“Beautiful,” she says, taking my cock in her hand and stroking it firmly. I drop my head back and watch as she lowers her mouth, her tongue teasing my slit. Pre-cum leaks out onto her tongue and she swallows it down.
“Pen, I will not last,” I say, dragging her off and up my body until her breasts are pressed against my chest.
“Is that so?” she says, her slick entrance finding my cock, riding it between her lips, she coats me in her juices, preparing us both.
She pulls up, my cock standing between us. She positions herself above me perfectly.
Her gaze locks on mine as she presses down, my cock breaching her entrance. She holds my gaze as I fill her up, her muscles contracting around me as I sink deeper and deeper into her silky depths.
