I grab her throat again, squeezing a little harder this time. “Look at me, Pen. Look at me so I know you know full well who’s fucking you.”
Her lids flutter, trying to close, but she fights hard to open them and meet my gaze.
“Griffin. I know . . . Oh God . . . Griffin.”
Fuck.My name on her lips, in a breathy, sexy voice I’ve never heard from her before, is my undoing. I pound into her harder, faster, rougher, too desperate for this to pretend I have an ounce of gentle and sweet in my soul.
“Pen?” I grit through clenched teeth. I need her to tell me to stop if she doesn’t want this to happen. I’m seconds away from spilling inside her, and while the thought of painting her walls with my cum is all too powerful for me, I don’t want her taking risks she doesn’t want.
“Mm-hmm,” she mumbles, nodding wildly.
It’s enough for me, and with one more stroke, my balls pull up tight, electricity sparks through my spine, and I explode. Pulses of my hot cum shoot out, filling her pussy, which is squeezing me like a vise. I think she’s coming again, too, but I’m too lost in the blackness behind my closed lids to look at her and find out. Still, I continue thrusting until the sparkles fade and the waves of ecstasy recede.
When I breathe again and open my eyes, Penny is smiling at me weakly. “Whoa. Plot twist, huh?”
I can’t help but chuckle in surprise. “We are so fucked.”
“Kinda the point, right?” She wiggles her hips slightly like I might need a reminder of what we’ve just done. But a shadow passes over thebrightness in her eyes. “Unless ...” She trails off, the question ofnow what?written all over her face.
I wish I knew. But I have no idea. I never intended for things to get this far, for this to happen. I figured I would never know the reality of what fucking Penny is like. Now that I do, I mostly just want to do it again, even though I’m still inside her.
I don’t say anything. I brush a stray hair back from her face, my eyes searching hers for a hint of what she’s thinking. Usually, I can read her like a book because she never hides a single thing. Every hope, fear, and thought is displayed on her face without reserve, but right now, I can’t tell what’s going on in her head.
I know my own head, though. “Pinch me.”
She frowns but reaches for my arm and pinches me hard. The sharp bite is a welcome pain. “Huh, not a dream. You’re real.” I smile, knowing it probably looks cocky as hell, but I am feeling pretty damn pleased with things. Her mouth rounds into a shocked O, which I press a smacking kiss to.
“You’re such an asshole,” Penny teases, her grin playful.
“Never claimed otherwise.”
Chapter 17
Penny
We do the awkward dance of getting cleaned up and dressed in silence, and find ourselves back on the couch in the living room, where I look at the man sitting beside me.
I don’t know who he is.
He grunts and growls like Griffin. He basically pushed my hand out of the way so he could swipe at my center with a warm rag himself and pulled my sweatshirt over my head like I was incapable of dressing myself.
And he looks like Griffin, with blond hair that’s currently sex tousled, scruff on his jaw that I can feel the delicious burn of on my thighs, and dark-brown eyes that are uncharacteristically soft. He’s shirtless, so I can see his broad shoulders and the tattoos on his biceps that I’ve long wondered the story of but never dared to ask. His jeans are unbuttoned, showing the tease of a happy trail that disappears behind the zipper, and his bare feet are propped on the edge of the coffee table. He looks like a model shooting an editorial ad for some designer cologne or maybe a Stars of Hockey calendar. He’d be January, like a frozen lake, solid ice on the surface, but the coldness covers a deep, hot spring of raging waters I never knew existed.
So yeah, very much like Griffin—stoic and detached but also ... nice? That’s so weird, and if there’s one thing I’m an expert in, it’s weirdness. It’s gotta be the orgasm. That’s the only explanation. My pussy’s so good that it turned a monster into a man in—checking my invisible watch—twenty-seven minutes.
Was that really all it was? Less than a half hour of desperate, wild, spontaneous sex that has forever changed my expectations of what sex can be? Apparently so. Because I’m not the same Penny from a half hour ago either.
His voice breaks the silence of the room, low and almost amused. “I can hear you freaking out.”
“Pshaw, me? I’m not freaking out. You’re freaking out. No big deal. Just a bit of wienering, some totally normal sexing between two people who apparentlydon’thate each other as much as we thought. Unless that was hate sex? Was it? I’ve never done that before. Might have to think a bit before I rate it, since I don’t have anything to compare it to.” I nibble my bottom lip, thinking. “In the moment, nine-point-four. Being passionately swept away, eaten out, and roughly fucked on a kitchen counter are definite wins. I can see what all the gossip is about where you’re concerned.” I give him a thumbs-up, nodding knowingly. “After? I’ve gotta say, maybe a seven-point-eight because this is hella awkward. Should I go? I should go.”
I make a move to get up from the couch, and Griffin stops me, basically clotheslining me back into the cozy embrace of the leather. “Penelope.”
“That’s my name, don’t wear it out. Ha ha.” I don’t laugh, I literally say the words.
He stares at me flatly like he doesn’t even have the words to express how exasperated he is with me. With this whole thing. Finally, he mumbles, “I’m sorry. I knew better, knew that was a bad idea. I’m usually better at restraining myself, but spending all this time together is messing with my head.” He taps on his temple. No, it’s too hard to be a tap. He hits at his temple like he’s punishing himself.
“Gotta say, the rating is gonna fall to a six-point-seven if you keep saying fucking me was a bad idea. That’s not exactly what girls like to hear when your cum is still inside me.”
