My hands are shaking as I undo the buttons of her shirt one by one. My shirt, actually. But at this point, anything that belongs to me is hers. My shirt, my home, the air in my fucking lungs. I’d give it all to her.
I’m in love with her…
It feels like there’s a tractor on my chest, barricading the words inside. I want to say it. I want to tell her. I don’t know how I’ll survive another day without letting her know. But talking about my feelings has never been easy for me.
My body presses against hers, walking her backward to the bed. In a heartbeat, I have her flat on her back, her open legs beckoning me closer.
I peel off her tights and panties. She’s dripping wet and I want to feel her pussy throbbing for me. Two of my fingers slide into her at once. I curl, roughly grazing the sensitive packet of nerves that drives her crazy every time.
Bending, I press the flat of my tongue to the base of her throat, only to drag it up the long, elegant column of her neck. She tastes like ice cream in a heatwave, her skin coming alive in a wave of goosebumps beneath my touch. Moaning, she locks her arms around my waist and pulls me down so our bodies hover close together.
She reaches between us for my cock and slides her hand down the pulsing length. Angling my erection, she lifts her hips and swallows me into the warmth of her channel.
Blood rockets into my brain, obliterating my common sense. I just can’t hold back anymore. “Penny, I love…” The words leave me quietly, evaporating in the dark room.
She stares at me with a tentative gaze. Her face tells me that she’s scared, unsure, hesitant. The edges of my thudding heart crumble.
She doesn’t love me back. I should have kept my mouth shut. I’ve fucked everything up.
But determination surges in my spirit. No, I’m not giving up. I’m done being scared.
I move inside of her, slow but hard, as deep as I can take it. Our eyes stay locked on each other. “Penn, I just need you to understand how I feel. I…I love…” Why am I struggling so much with these damn words?
“Shhh…” She lays a soft finger over my lips, silencing me. She looks as afraid as I feel. “We don’t have to do this. Not now. Please. Just…just fuck me.”
She arches off the bed to capture my mouth in a searing kiss. Her arms lock behind my neck. Her wet pussy hugs my cock tight.
I dig my fingers into her hips and I rut. I thrust hard. I bare down. I give her all of me. I don’t stop until her jaw is hanging loose and her body is clenching all around me. Her eyes flare with the heat of something volcanic as she shakes with her orgasm. She’s the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen.
My body goes tight from head to toe and I erupt into her hot pussy like lava.
I’m in love with her…
Maybe I’m not worthy of her. I probably never will be. But the woman is carrying my babies—plural—and I’ll be damned if I sit around watching her live a half-lifed life because I’m too scared to take a chance on loving her.
I’m not giving up on Penny now.
45
Penny
Lunch bag over my shoulder, I weave through the crowd, smiling at familiar faces. It’s been a while since I’ve been on this side of town, and it’s nice to see a few of my old regulars from the bar. The nice ones who never tried groping me, that is.
Walker’s got a booth set up here tonight, just like he does every other Saturday, selling his prized produce at Crescent Harbor’s farmer’s market.
It’s not a huge market, like in some of the larger cities, but they’ve got the best veggies, raw honey, and homemade cinnamon rolls in all of Illinois here. I’ve already eaten dinner tonight, but the sugary scent of the fresh-made pastries makes me hungry again. I’ll have to grab a half dozen before we leave. Or a dozen. These can double as both breakfast and dessert, of course. Plus, I’m eating for three so I definitely get a pass.
I rode into town with one of the farm hands who was leaving the farm the same time I was. That way, when I leave, I can just ride home with Walker. I want to spend some alone time with him to feel things out.
Last night, my friend uttered one magical sentence that flipped my world on it’s head. I want to be with you.
His announcement came totally out of left field and shocked the hell out of me. In the heat of the moment, I jumped on it and gobbled it up. I dove into him, heart-first and gave my body to him on a platter. But I have to be careful. I can’t rely on just my emotions. I have to use my head. As much as I want him to be my man, I have to prioritize my children’s best interests.
The timing of his confession has me sort of skeptical. I spent a lifetime pining away over the guy and he’s never overtly made a romantic gesture toward me. But last night, in the middle of my full-on meltdown over the fact that I’m carrying twins, he suddenly blurts out that he wants me?
I don’t doubt his good intentions for one second—I know he’d never deliberately mislead me—but I do question whether he’s confusing his fierce protectiveness over me with a real, true, actual desire to be my man. I mean—he couldn’t even bring himself to say that he loves me. Heaven knows he tried to force the words out but they just wouldn’t come.
My best friend’s instinct is always to swoop in and save me when he sees that I’m in trouble. Well, I can’t blindly let him play
