Avery admits, “Dad did knock him out once she left after confirming he’d ensure Harry didn’t hit me again, but it was too little too late for him, and he knew that. So he spent months trying to get Zane’s family out of the practice before he finally decided to make amends with Penelope.”
“She’s hardened herself because of her childhood and doesn’t know how to let people in, and the only reason she’s allowed her dad back in her life now is because of the love he shows my son,” I confirm.
Avery sighs, “Exactly, and I think the only way she can fully open herself up is by emptying her feelings on Dad. Something, I’m sure he is waiting for. He knows she only tolerates him because of how amazing he’s been with Hudson and because he held her hand when she gave birth, giving them a certain bond again. She doesn’t have much of a relationship with our mother anymore, which well, I don’t really see changing but with dad, she’s still hurt.”
I lick my dry lips and ask, “So what do I do then? Because I don’t know how much longer I can go without moving her intomy place and making her mine. I’m ready to just pack her shit without her blessing.”
Did that sound like I was an asshole alpha? Maybe. Do I care? Not one bit.
Avery answers, “By allowing her to go at her pace. She’s already opening up to you, Taylor.”
“Avery, who are you talking to?” Tony asks in confusion, and I smirk as Avery mumbles, “Uh oh, busted.”
“Wait, is that my phone? Please don’t tell me you’ve butted in after how you treated your sister at her place of work of all places?” he demands, and I chuckle.
“Thanks for the call, Aves, and good luck explaining you’ve butted in,” I state, and she groans, making me laugh as I hang up and place my phone on the table.
Sighing, I stand and stretch, then go into the kitchen. I grab a glass and pour myself a glass of water, taking a quick sip before I hear the door to Pen’s room open and I look up and lock eyes with my girl wearing nothing but my shirt. Meaning she’s changed out of the sweats she arrived home in, and I put her to bed.
Her hair is a mess, and she looks tired as fuck. But she is beautiful, and everything around me disappears, all I see is her.
I don’t move, instead I watch her closely as she takes in my bruising, her eyes tearing up and I fucking hate it. I fucking wish I could take her pain and worry away.
“Firecracker,” I rasp, not able to cope with her pain. We lock eyes, and I don’t know who moves first. One moment we’re staring at each other from across the room, and the next, I’m meeting her near the couch as I slam my lips against hers and I pick her up. My hands on her juicy ass, her arms wrapped around my waist.
Our tongues meet as she wraps her legs around my waist and without much thought, I move us to the couch and lay her on thesheets, my body going over hers. I grind my hard cock against her warm sweet panty-covered cunt, making her squeeze her legs and moan. The sound is sent straight to my cock, which twitches and leaks at the tip wanting her tight heat. While yes, I said she wouldn’t get me until she gave in, I fucking need her, and I know she needs me.
Letting my lust take over, I grip her hair with one hand and yank it, causing her to arch her neck and gasp with pleasure. I move my lips to her neck and bite down as I move my other hand between us and grip her soaked panties before yanking them hard, tearing them from her body.
“Taylor…,” She says moaning, gripping my hair back. I push two fingers inside her, her walls instantly squeezing me. I move my lips to hers, pushing my tongue into her mouth and kissing her hard and deep while moving my fingers roughly inside her.
Pen screams into my mouth as her cunt strangles my fingers, and her pussy gushes as she cums. Soaking between us, I moan, loving how her body responds to me and gives in so easily.
I don’t let her come down from her high. While her walls flutter, her orgasm taking over her, I let go of her hair and remove myself from my sweats, and without breaking the kiss, I remove my fingers and then guide my cock inside her, slowly pushing in.
Pen gasps, and I moan as I say, “Fuck me, Firecracker, you’re tight…,” before stilling once I’m fully in.
Our breath mingle as I unlink her arms from around my neck, then link our fingers before pressing them on the couch near her head and without breaking eye contact, I move my hips back, then thrust forward, hard but slow, making love to her.
My balls already feel heavy, but I try to hold my release off, wanting to enjoy this.
Her eyes water and I place my forehead against hers as I swivel my hips, ensuring my pelvis pushes down on her clit, makingher moan, and I rasp, “You and me; it’s us always, Penelope. I’m falling for you, so fucking deeply, and I’m man enough to admit that to you. I promise, you’ll always be my priority, you and our son.”
Her tears fall, and I kiss her. She kisses me back fiercely, our tongues tangling and I move my hips faster, and her walls begin to flutter again.
She squeezes my fingers, and I tilt my hips, going faster and harder, hitting her g-spot, her body tightens as another orgasm shoots through her body. My spine tingles, my balls tightening as her cunt squeezes me hard, and I come, painting her walls. I moan into her mouth before kissing her deeper while I bottom out but swivel my hips over and over, causing her legs to tighten around my waist, aftershocks of her orgasm hitting her.
Once I know she’s finished, I don’t break the kiss. Instead, I let go of her hands and wrap my arms underneath her, wanting all of me pressed against her. I kiss her harder while she laces her fingers behind my neck, holding me tight.
I don’t plan on letting her up for air all night until she realizes how much I fucking need her.
Chapter 21
Penelope – A Week Later
I lick my lips as I stare at my parents' house— well, more like mansion.
This house always felt like it was suffocating me despite its size. It has ten bedrooms, more than our family needed, but not one room gave me a safe place after I realized I was just a money maker for them.