Page 42 of Breakaway

“Good,” she says. She laughs wetly as I wipe the tears from her face. “God, Cooper, I’ve never squirted without penetration before.”

I crush her lips to mine, tangling my wet hand in her hair as I rub my come into her skin. The vibrator gets swept onto the floor somehow, landing on the hardwood with a loud buzz that reminds me of the indignant squawk of a bird. We burst out laughing, kissing in between bouts; I wheeze so hard my chest aches. Penny is a trembling mess against me. We hold on to each other for a long moment, catching our breath. I’d be willing to bet that’s the most intense she’s ever been in bed with someone else, so I’m going to need to lay on the aftercare especially thick.

“How do you feel?” I ask as I stroke her hair.

She tugs my arm around her. “Good.”

I take the hint and hug her even tighter. As I press a kiss to her head, I breathe in her lavender scent. “My good girl.”

We’re still for a moment, but then she digs her nails into my taut back and kisses my Andúril tattoo—and bites down. I pull her hair in retaliation, and as I expect, it makes her grin.

“What is this?” she asks.

“The Flame of the West, baby.”

She squints at me. “It’s not just a random sword?”

“Absolutely not. It’s the sword reforged from the shards of Narsil in Rivendell. Aragorn renames it Andúril. Flame of the West.”

“Aragorn?”

My mouth drops open. “Come on. If you haven’t read it, you’ve at least watched the Lord of the Rings movies.”

She just shakes her head. “No, never.”

I reach over and switch off the vibrator. It’s covered in dust, which is a gross reminder that I need to clean my room, so I set it on my nightstand before she can notice and grab my computer from my bag. “Okay, let’s start right now.”

“We have homework,” she reminds me. “And aren’t they like, a million years long?”

“We can multitask. Plus, that was intense. I was going to cuddle you either way, so if I were you, I’d just surrender.”

She smiles. “What makes you think I’d even like it?”

“I saw the book you were reading while you waited for class to start. It’s fantasy, right?”

“Fantasy romance,” she says, a touch of defiance in her tone. Like she’s waiting for me to make fun of her. As if I’d do that; I’m fully aware I’m a nerd where media is concerned. I’m happy to play Call of Duty with my bros, but I prefer Legend of Zelda. I’ll read Fitzgerald and Sontag and Baldwin and enjoy it, but I’d still rather read George R. R. Martin. It makes perfect sense to me that Penny enjoys a good romance novel. Judging by the couple of paperbacks I’ve noticed in her dorm room and the stickers on her Kindle, she likes ’em sexy. I wonder if that’s what she writes, too. I haven’t gotten her to admit what the book she’s writing is about, but it’s cool as hell that she’s doing it in the first place.

“Hey, I like romance in my fantasy too. You’ll like the love story in these movies.”

“Okay, fine. But I’m using your shower first.”

I tuck my hand under her chin, looking her in the eyes. “You sure you’re good? Can I get you anything?”

She nods, biting her lip. “More pizza?”

She looks so pretty I can’t help but kiss her. I put my palm against the Celtic knot tattoo on my chest. “Ah, a woman after my own heart.”

She rolls her eyes, trying and failing to hide a smile, as she picks up her clothes. She makes a face, looking down; my come still streaks her stomach, and her inner thighs must be getting stickier by the moment. I still can’t believe she squirted; that was hot as fuck. While she’s in the bathroom, I’ll change my sheets, so she doesn’t get embarrassed about the wet spot. She grabs my T-shirt and throws it on.

“This doesn’t mean anything,” she says, poking me in the chest with her index finger. “I just don’t want to get my clothes dirty.”

I salute her. “Yes, ma’am.”

“What, no m’lady?”

I grin at her. “Turn around so I can see my handiwork.”

Right before she opens the door, she pulls the shirt up, giving me a view of her cotton candy–pink ass. I whistle, and she gives me a faux outraged look, but I just wink.

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