Page 82 of Unbreakable Love

Meet you on the porch.

I threw on my coat and slipped into a pair of beat-up and worn tennis shoes. By the time I was on my porch, she was already bundled in her coat and at the end of her driveway.

I laughed to myself as she jogged over, planting my feet on my porch so I didn’t rush to meet her. By the time she jumped up the last step to the porch, her cheeks were flushed from the cold and there was a look on her face I knew far too well.

“I wanted a kiss,” she admitted, without fanfare, with no shame. “Is Josie asleep?”

“Passed out for a while. Come on in.”

“It was just a kiss,” she said, but I grabbed her hand and pulled her inside.

Like last night, she ended up against a wall, and I kissed her as I toed off my shoes, then shoved the sleeves of my coat so it could fall to the floor.

As we kissed, exploring each other’s mouths with our tongues, I unbuttoned her coat and pushed it off, too.

“Gavin.” She sighed against my mouth. “We don’t have?—”

“I want,” I groaned against her mouth and pulled her toward me so she could shuck off her own coat. “Couch?”

“Yes,” she breathed into my mouth and thank God she’d texted first because I’d been debating. Invite her back over, or give her space?

Dinner had been an event, from walking in and seeing Ryken looking at her like he wanted to take a bite out of her for dinner, to Josie’s perfectly demanding invite to the ranch, things were only getting better.

We stumbled to the couch, grabbing and grasping for each other as she kicked off her boots. “I should wear easier shoes to get out of,” she muttered as she tripped over the second one to go.

My body was heated, my erection pulsing against the zipper of my denim jeans I hadn’t had time to get out of.

Josie had yawned in the short car ride home, declared herself tired, and insisted that she was too tired for a bath.

She’d be out all night, so there was no worry about Penny and what we were currently doing.

I moved to the couch first, the chaise sectional again, but this time, I didn’t sit.

I brought her down with me until I was sprawled on the couch and Penny was again straddling me, but this time, she lay on top of me.

Her hair was down, and it brushed against my cheek as she fell and then my hands were beneath her cropped sweater, brushing up her sides.

“Yes,” she rasped against my mouth and her body began moving. “Gavin, please. Let me take care of you tonight.”

I stilled my body and my hands, brushed hair off her cheek, and pushed her back so I could see her. “We don’t...”

“I want. I want to make you feel good like you make me.”

I wanted that more than I wanted my next breath.

“Please?” she asked, and she leaned up, pushing up the hem of my Kelley Construction work shirt until her hand was at my abs. Her finger trembled as she brushed over the rigid bulge of my erection, and I bit back a groan.

There was such need in her eyes, such desperation, and I had no doubt it was only partly because she was as turned on as I was.

Maize might have thought her sister was forced into a caretaker and giver role, and maybe she had been, but with the look she was giving me right then, I had no doubt that taking care of others was simply a part of who Penny was.

She gave without abandon.

I’d take it all.

As long as she learned how to equally receive.

I dipped my chin and nodded, and a luscious smile curled her full, wet lips.

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