Calendar Girl (20 page)
He never stopped moving in me, never stopped holding me. His grip strong and firm, I felt secure. Like if I let go and everything went limp, Penn would hold me up. Keep me from falling. And still I shook my head. ‘Not until January,’ I said.
He laughed, fingers biting into my ass as his cock nudged my g-spot into submission. I felt the pressure building in me. The intensity and the sweet yellow joy of being about to come. Like sunshine in my body, in my being. ‘Why January? It’s only August. That’s a long wait for a man who’s had you firmly locked in his mind for a while now.’
He moved me from the wall, physically. A sexual bouncer manhandling an unruly ward. ‘Oh my God! Where are you taking me – unh,’ I expelled the words as we hit the sofa. He shoved his hands under my ass angling me, teeth finding my shoulder so that sparks of pain tingled along my back and arms. I was going to come. If he put his teeth to me again, I was done.
‘It has to be a year. There was a plan. And I’m–’ I swallowed my own word, grasping at his ass with my hands, tugging at his powerful hips. Anything to shift focus.
Penn stilled. Completely stilled so that I bucked up under him to try and keep the momentum. ‘You’re what?’ He pulled free of me.
‘Oh my God! Come back.’
‘You’re what?’ He ran the slick head of his sheathed cock along my thigh. Teasing me. Cruel!
‘I’m scared,’ I said, blinking back tears. Out in the club people were chanting. Shouting.
He smiled, I could see that in the glow. He kissed me, spread my legs, re-entered me with a maddening slowness. Each centimetre registered in every stimulated nerve of my pussy. I held my breath, not wanting to lose focus on the immense pleasure of his entry. ‘Don’t be scared. I love you. I’ll love you in September and all through the holidays. I’ll love you in January.’
‘And I already love you,’ I whispered like it was a secret. He went still in me again, but stayed put. His body fitted to mine and filling me. A delicious welcome pressure and presence. ‘I just can’t officially tell you until the new year.’
‘I see. Can you give me hints until them?’ Now he was swaying against me, gently push, push, pushing himself against the sweetest spot in me. The bundle of nerves that made my body feel warm and loose and long, like warm taffy in the sun.
‘I can. Like for instance, when I come–’ I started to come, pushing my fingers into my hair, yanking him to me, I kissed him fiercely. ‘It’s a hint that I love you.’
Penn lost his composure, his movements kinetic and crazed. He laughed against my throat. His hands on my waist as he held me there so he could fuck me harder and I wouldn’t slide. ‘And when I come,’ he stiffened, his mouth against my collar bone, and came with a groan. He stifled it and the sound of him trying to be quiet made me giggle into the back of the overstuffed monstrosity we were sprawled across. ‘It means I love you too, Merritt.’
I heard another roar in the crowd. I sat up, pulling at my clothes with urgency. Jesus. Jack will be on any moment. We have to hurry. He’ll never forgive me if we miss his big Joan Jett moment. He’s idolized Joan Jett for ... forever! He’ll kick my ass!’
Penn was buttoning his fly and smoothing his still-in-need-of-a-haircut hair. ‘Your ass. You’re his sister! He’ll kick my ass for doing you in a deserted dressing room while he was on.’
I tugged him by the hand. ‘Oh, he will not, he likes you.’
‘He
loves
you,’ Penn said in his vampire voice. I smiled in the near dark and tried to hurry him along.
‘What? Are you scared of my pretty, pretty brother?’
Penn pulled me in for one more kiss. His hands cupping the back of my head so he had me bent to his will. ‘Honestly? Yeah, a little. Even with the heels he could kick my ass.’
‘I won’t let him.’
‘I’ll hold you to that, my Merritt,’ he said.
My Merritt
.
I jumped on him and he caught me, cupping my ass with his big hands. I yanked his face forward and kissed him long and hard. ‘What was that for?’
‘That was just a hint. You know, until January.’
THE END
