Page 27 of The Show

“Penn,” he pushed again, because you didn’t get to become one of the most successful businessmen in the world by taking the first answer you were given, “help her out. You’re both starting fresh, you can do it together. Lean on each other.”

Jesus Christ.

“Gramps, no…”

“Penn, I’m asking you.”

If I hadn’t just made up with him, I’d have turned on my heel, walked right out of the party and never looked back.

Instead I said nothing while my mind ran at a million miles an hour, and I let him put his arm around me once more and guide me back the way we’d come… straight into the cozy little spot where Lowe was still standing with the boys, my sister, Kit, and Beulah. I’d slowed our steps as we got closer so that I’d have longer to savor my view; her back was to me and my eyes never strayed, glued to her blue dress flowing over her curves like a waterfall. Her long, thick blonde hair was twisted into a bow thing sitting at the nape of her neck, which had my fingers twitching to undo it and run through until it wrapped perfectly around my fist.

I’d blinked and we were back with the boys, where my eyes were now trained and would not be moving. Having already seen Lowe’s face, I couldn’t put myself through it again.

Fuck, that red lipstick. I’d gotten hard the second I’d spotted her through the sea of family and friends.

Those lips were burned into my retinas.

I wanted those lips wrapped round my cock, opening wide while I eased down her throat, watching them quiver with every inch of me she took. I wanted that red marking me, smeared all over my balls from when she’d sucked them deep in her mouth…

I let out a loud groan as my dick punched against the confines of my dress pants. Three months of self-imposed celibacy had me attuned to her more than usual; my self-control was almost non-existent.

I could probably jerk off in less than a minute, still lying here in the middle of the field. Even in full view of the house, it was unlikely anyone would see given it was far enough away - and still too early for everyone to be up considering we’d only been home a few hours.

I fisted my dick, picturing those lips exactly where I wanted her.

Except I knew the fantasy wouldn’t even come close to the reality, but it was all I had.

All I would ever have.

6

Penn

“Incoming…”

The voice had me swiftly removing my hand from inside my pants, and I turned my head enough to see Murray and Rafe walking past the dugout and across home plate wearing matching grins.

“Please, don’t stop on our account,” Murray smirked without losing stride. “You never bothered at college.”

Rafe nudged him. “He’s mature now, Muz. He’s owner of a major league team. He can keep his dick in his pants, when required.”

I pushed my sunglasses onto my head and sat up. “Oh, fuck off.”

With one hand, and annoying dexterity for someone who spent their life behind a desk, Rafe caught the baseball I’d lobbed at him and threw it straight back before dropping onto the grass beside me. He grinned wide after I barely caught it from the unnecessary force he’d exerted.

Dick.

I clenched my fist to stop the stinging.

“Lowe was looking smoking hot last night,” he continued, his grin getting bigger, until I pushed him hard off balance.

“Shut up,” I groaned.

I knew what he was doing. He was trying to distract me from the problem at hand; the one he assumed I was lying in the middle of the field for, namely my new job. Only Lowe was now also part of the problem.

She’d always been part of my problem.

There was a reason why I hadn’t settled down yet, beyond the fact I was only thirty-one; why I’d never been in a long term relationship and why it was likely I wouldn’t ever settle down - no matter how much my mother, sisters, and grandfather wanted me to, and its name was Lowe Slater.

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