Page 29 of One Pucking Wish

“Any news?” I ask.

“Yeah, we’re out of here tomorrow morning.” She grins and releases a sigh of relief. “It’s costing the Cranes a significant amount of money to charter a plane for us, but there is nothing commercial for several days. Every flight is booked with an extensive standby list from all the passengers with canceled flights over the past two days. But”—she looks at me with a smile—“our bosses want the Beast back before we play Florida, and they’re willing to pay.”

“Good,” I huff. “I’m starting to go a little crazy.”

“Weren’t you already crazy?” she teases, and once again, I have to remind myself who this woman is. All the different sides of her I’ve seen over the past two days are making me dizzy.

“Funny,” I say without emotion. “All right…we just have to get through one more night of being stuck in this room.”

She nods. “Yeah.” The single word comes out hesitant. She pulls in a breath before abruptly huffing out, “Fine.”

My brows furrow. “Fine, what?”

“Let’s do it.”

“Do it?”

“You know exactly what I mean.” She rolls her eyes. “It’s our last night here. Instead of sitting in silence and staring at cardboard, let’s do it. Because tomorrow…”

“Everything goes back to the way it was.” I finish her sentence.

“Exactly.”

“Are you sure? We don’t have to. We can play your stupid card game again.”

She crosses her arms in front of her and tugs at the hem of the sweatshirt, pulling it up and over her head. Braless, she stands before me naked from the waist up. My body tenses, and burning-hot lust courses through me, leaving me hard with desire.

“There are some additional rules this time,” she says as she shimmies out of the leggings. “Nothing sweet or romantic. I don’t want you to tell me how perfect my body is or anything like that. In fact, let’s keep the talk to a minimum. And no oral. Just sex. I just want hard, rough sex. I want to feel good, come, and then go to bed so tomorrow we can leave this place. Deal?”

Is she kidding with this? She just gave me a free pass to fuck her. No response needed. She knows exactly where I stand. My clothes find the floor in record time. I grab Penny’s waist and turn her away from me so she’s facing the bathroom mirror. The palm of my hand splays against the skin of her back, and I push her toward the bathroom counter.

She steps to the side, widens her stance, and leans her forearms against the counter. Her heated stare finds mine in the mirror, and we both moan in unison as I slide into her from behind.

My fingers dig into her hips as I pull her ass against me and enter her hard and rough. Her breasts bounce against the counter as I thrust into her over and over again.

The sounds of our skin slapping and our pleasure-laced moans fill the space. The sight of Penny in the mirror and the skin of her chest a flush of red as I take her from behind is pure fucking heaven. She feels so good. I hook my forearms under her thighs and lift her legs so I can go deeper. Tightening my leg muscles, I use them to pound into her hard, and she screams.

“Like that?” I groan.

Her mouth hangs agape as she releases soft moans. Her eyes are hooded, and her face is heavy with pleasure. She nods, closing her eyes, and I thrust into her again and again, giving her everything I have until her body is shaking and she’s crying out.

With a final thrust, my chest falls against her back as my own orgasm hits, and I empty inside her.

I gave her exactly what she wanted. It was hard, rough, and I know I made her feel good. Only this is where the plan deviates. I’m not tired, and we’re not sleeping just yet. She’ll find slumber when she’s so sated and boneless that she can’t keep her eyes open any longer.

CHAPTER

ELEVEN

PENELOPE

Idon’t think I’ve ever felt this good. I’ve had my fair share of sex, and I think I’ve experienced a vast array of emotions. I’ve made love with Tucker, and it was perfect at the time. There have been one-night stands and flings that’ve lasted a couple of weeks or months—and everything in between.

But I’ve never felt this.

Sex with Gunner is next level. Our bodies fit together so well, one could think that they were made for one another. But I’m not delusional. I know Gunner isn’t my soulmate, and we’re not compatible outside this motel in Canada. Yet the chemistry is there, at least, when it comes to our physical needs. It’s undeniable. And it sucks because after tonight, I’m never going to experience it again.

The way in which Gunner makes me feel has thrown me off over the past two days. To be honest, it’s confusing. I shouldn’t want him as much as I do, nor should I enjoy sex with him this much either. I tried stopping the madness earlier and putting an end to it. I got the cards and attempted to fill our time with something other than mind-blowing sex, but it was impossible.

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