I swipe at the pie, grabbing some whipped cream and chocolate, and hold it up to her. After only a moment of hesitation, she gets on her knees and crawls over to me, sitting directly on my lap.
Yes.
Just where I fucking want her.
My hand falls to her backside as she takes my chocolate and whipped cream finger into her mouth.
Her lips float over the length of my finger, pulling me deep into her mouth where her tongue runs along the side, only for her to slowly drag her lips off.
I’m.
Fucking.
Gone.
In the blink of an eye, I roll her to the floor so her back is against the blanket, and I pin her hands to the ground.
“Tell me you want this,” I say, my breath escaping my lungs faster than I expected.
Her eyes search mine. I can see her mind thinking, her brain churning with what to do. Please don’t fucking say no. I’m not sure I can take it.
And just when I think my hopes are about to be crushed, she spreads her legs, allowing me in closer as she says, “I want this. I want this very much.”
That’s all I needed to fucking hear.
I crash my mouth down on hers and finally take what I’ve wanted since I first laid eyes on her.
I take everything.
I take her mouth.
I take her breasts into my hands.
I press my hardened cock to her center.
I swallow her moans.
I fuck her on the blanket in front of the fireplace, and when she’s about to come, when she’s quivering in my arms, I pull out and bring her to my bedroom, where I kiss and lick all the way up her thighs and back down until she’s clawing at me, begging for more. That’s when I give us both a sweet release.
And I’ve never felt anything like it before.
Ever.
It felt like my body was ripping in half as I came, an immense amount of ecstasy spreading through me. This feeling, it was special to her. To being inside Penny.
Together, we pass out on my California king mattress, where she curls into me, and I hold on to her, hoping and praying I can have one more chance at the high she just gave me. A high I feel I’m going to be chasing for the rest of my goddamn life.
Did I skip the details of our night together? Of course I did. Because even though what we did was important—fuck, it rocked my world—it’s what happens after that night that is the most important to the story.
When I wake up the next morning, she’s gone. I’m left with the lasting pleasure still pulsing through my veins and a brief note.
Hornsby,
Happy Birthday, hope it was everything you hoped for. I borrowed a sweatshirt, will return it. Please, whatever you do, please make sure Pacey doesn’t find out.
Penny
No I’ll call you.
No maybe we can try this again sometime.
Just a plea for my discretion. There is no way in fuck I’ll be telling anyone about what happened . . . ever. And not just because I like Penny and will honor her wishes. The last thing I need is for Pacey to find out. I made a promise to him, and I broke it. The worst thing about it all, though, is that I’d break that promise all over again.
Over and over.
Until I couldn’t feel my limbs anymore.
Because that’s how much I fucking liked being inside her.
How much I liked being around her.
When I head to my locker the next day, the sweatshirt she borrowed is there, folded . . . and it fucking smells like her. I bring the fabric to my nose several times, taking large whiffs, remembering what it was like to have her in my arms, to hear her moans vibrate through my ears, to watch her crumple with pleasure beneath me.
But that’s when I realize the harsh truth.
Penny Lawes is done with me.
Even though I’m not remotely done with her.
Chapter Five
PENNY
Five weeks later…
“This is fake, right?” Blakely asks as she holds a positive pregnancy test in her hand. “Like you bought this at some crazy souvenir shop, and you’re trying to be funny?”
“Why on earth would I ever think joking about being pregnant is funny?” I say, pacing the length of my living room. “Jesus Christ, not only is that wrong on so many levels, especially for those who struggle with infertility, but this is a fucking serious thing.” I grip my forehead and try to calm my racing heart. It’s been five weeks since I spent the night with Eli. Five weeks. And now . . .
“Wait . . . so this is real? This is a real pregnancy test, and you’re pregnant?”
I pause, turn toward my friend, and nod.
“No.” She shakes her head. “No fucking way.” She points at my stomach. “There is a baby in there, right now? It’s not just the two of us in your apartment, but the three of us.”