Page 45 of Naughty Nicky

I pull her closer to me as pain and regret seep into my marrow. I hate that I haven’t told my best friend I’m back in Colorado. “I just…we need to figure out a plan.”

What am I even saying? An hour ago, I was telling myself I could have this woman for twelve more hours, now I feel like I’m trying to figure out a plan to have her in my life permanently.

Her hands trail up my chest before gripping my jaw, forcing me to look at her. “How about this? We just take the day for ourselves. We shouldn’t make any rash decisions right now. I mean by the end of the day you could be appalled by me again.”

“I was never appalled by you, Pen.”

She huffs. “You know what I mean. Everything could go back to normal by the end of the day.”

“And if it doesn’t?”

“Well then, I guess we have shit to figure out. But let’s not think about that now.”

I nod because she’s right. And when has she been the one to talk common sense into me? She’s usually the one on the precipice of an emotional cliff, and now it’s me.

“So, what do you want to do today? I promise I’ll let you make all the decisions.”

I smile down at her and press a kiss to her brow. “I need to plow again and see if the county road is cleared so we know whether or not we can get you home.

“I hope it’s not.”

I laugh. “It probably won’t be cleared until late tonight or early morning. It’s always one of the last roads they get to.”

“Good.”

I pull her closer to me. “Other than that. The only thing I want to do is drag you into my shower and show you exactly how you make me feel.”

She smiles at me, and I can’t help but feel butterflies. I never have had this feeling before. I’m a guy. I don’t get butterflies. Butfor some reason this girl is doing things to me I never thought possible.

I flip a page in my book while soft snores come out of Pen’s mouth as we are cuddled up on the couch. I’ve fucked her two more times this morning, once in the shower and then again on the couch after she attempted to make pancakes. I was able to salvage breakfast after she made a mess again and decided to punish her for said mess which resulted in three orgasms from her and then her crashing in my arms.

I feel a sense of peace I haven’t felt in a while. I can’t even remember the last time I felt this way. Even all my time in New York, I never felt like this. Who would have thought I would find this peace back in Ouray, the one place I wanted to get away from so badly?

I run my hand through Pen’s soft brown locks and think about what a future with her could be like. We’re both stuck here for a while, and it would probably be easier for both of us if we had each other as company. And I really would not mind seeing more of her.

I really didn’t mean it when I said she leads to bad decisions. She is the best decision I ever could have made. But I know the consequences aren’t going to be good. And that my relationship with her brother could suffer. He is not going to be happy. I mean he is going to be livid when he finds out. I had promised him since high school I would never touch his baby sister. Pretty much when we realized she had a crush on me, I had to make him that promise. I thought it was stupid since we were sixteen and she was ten. But I never thought back then that something would come from it twelve years later.

At least we can keep this a secret for a while. I have no intention of telling Wes anytime soon that I am back in Ouray. Maybe six months from now, I can break it to him. Of course, Dad may not be around in six months which means I won’t be either.

I wonder what that would mean for me and Pen.

Me and Pen?

You’ve had a taste of her for less than a day, man. Don’t get ahead of yourself.

But I can’t help thinking about the two of us. What the future has in store for us.

Sure, her parents are going to know, and then they will have to lie to Wes about us too. I don’t really want to put them in that position. But I also am not going to call up my best friend and say ‘Hi, I’ve been back in Colorado for two years and haven’t told you. By the way, I’m fucking your sister.’

Yeah, not doing that.

I shake the thoughts from my head, knowing I am getting too far ahead of myself. I need time. Time to figure out what I am doing with Penelope. Time to decide how much longer I want to be here since Dad doesn’t even need me anymore.

I sigh and look out the window. I really need to get outside and take care of the snow, but I don’t want to let Pen out of my arms. I want to hold on to this moment for as long as I possibly can.

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PENELOPE

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