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“More,” she whispers, her voice breaking, and I oblige, losing myself in the taste, the feel, the overwhelming sensation of consuming her completely.
“Holy shit,” Reagan pants, her nails digging into my scalp as I devour her. My tongue flicks her clit, fingers plunging in and out of her soaked pussy. Her moans are manic, each one pushing me further, harder, deeper.
“Penn, oh God,” she gasps, hips bucking against my face. Her legs tremble over my shoulders, every muscle tightening, as her thighs become my new fucking earmuffs. I can feel her getting close, can sense the wave about to break.
“Cum for me, wifey,” I growl against her center, the vibrations making her cry out. I bite down gently, then suck hard, my fingers curling inside her to hit that perfect spot.
“Shit, yes!” she screams, her body convulsing, backarching off the pew. Her orgasm crashes through her, waves of pleasure rippling from her core. I’m relentless, milking every drop, savoring every second until she’s a quivering mess above me.
Finally, when she’s spent and breathless, I pull away. My mouth and fingers are coated in pink-tinged cum, and I leisurely lick my lips, catching every last bit of her essence. “Delicious,” I murmur, eyes locked on hers, the predatory glint still there.
“You’re sick,” she pants, but there’s a glimmer of sick admiration in her eyes.
“And so are you. Don’t act pious now, not when we both know you love it.” I smirk, standing up and adjusting myself. My dick is still rock hard as I force him back into my jeans. “This was a good timeout, but we’ve got shit to handle.”
She rolls her eyes but starts pulling her panties and jeans back on. “You always know how to ruin a moment, don’t you?”
“Part of my charm,” I reply, tucking my cock away with a wince. “Come on. Time to face everyone and tell them about my come to Jesus talk I just had.” I sling an arm around her shoulders, pulling her close as we head out of the chapel.
“Can we at least stop at the bathroom or water fountain so we can clean your face?” she asks, touching my lips.
“No, let them ask,” I say, grinning wickedly. “I dare them.”
Chapter 20
Reagan
Just as I close my notes, my phone buzzes in my hand. It is what it is. I’m either going to pass the upcoming calculus quiz, or I’m not. I can’t stare at those equations any longer. I also find it interesting that Penn is in fucking Calculus II. But this deal I entered into with him has taken some of the stress off about getting exceptional grades, so I might be able to get a job that would help me support myself and Reese and facilitate our move.
“Hey, sis,” I greet Reese on video call, trying to suppress any worry lingering on the edge of my voice. I want her to enjoy herself, to feel like everything is fine. I want to protect her in any way I can, but she’s not stupid. She knows I’m not telling her everything.
What am I supposed to say? Oh, things are still just fine. My husband’s brother is in a coma, his dad is the antichrist, and I still haven’t found enough leverage to hold over Dad’s head.
“Reagan! Oh my God, did you open yours yet? I’m so excited. Did you tell him I only like the blue Jolly Ranchers?”Reese holds up a zip-lock bag that is filled to the brim with just blue Jolly Ranchers. Reese pulls on the collar of the light pink pajama shirt she’s wearing and tells me, “The pajamas fit perfect too and look! Did you get the same flavor?” Reese chirps excitedly, showing me white cheddar popcorn dust.
“What are you talking about? Who sent that?” I try to mask my concern because I don’t want to kill her buzz, but my big sister instincts are kicking in. “And don’t eat candy from a zip-lock bag. They could be tampered with.” My stomach twists. I don’t want to steal her joy, but I know how our father is. I wouldn’t put it past him drugging her just to fuck with me.
“No, it’s really fine. It’s from Penn. I’m officially declaring him my brother!” Reese gushes, and I raise an eyebrow in surprise. “You have one too. The note he sent me said so. Sorry I spoiled what’s inside. I was just really excited.”
Before I can say anything, Ramsey peeks his head into my room. “Did someone say blue Jolly Ranchers?” If his eyes didn’t light up like a small child at the mention of the candy, I’d forget that he lurks around watching everyone like it’s his favorite TV show.
“Penn sent them,” Reese gloats, holding up the bag, and I tip the phone so Ramsey can see my sister. He scowls that she has a gallon sized bag of his favorite candy, but then…he notices her. I see something click in his expression that I recognize as the fucking Blackwood obsession gene activating.
“Don’t you have someone’s house to be hacking or whatever the fuck it is you do in all your free around time?” I snap at Ramsey because I don’t like the way my baby sister is looking all googly eyed at him like his broad shoulders and height have turned her into a bobble head.
Ramsey doesn’t tear his eyes away from my phone toanswer me with his usually snarky comebacks, so I turn the phone toward my chest and ignore the bratty, “hey! I was talking to him.”
Ramsey grins slyly at me, backing up toward my door with a shrug of his shoulders. “It’s fine,” he looks down at his wrist to check the imaginary watch he isn’t wearing. “I have some free time coming up. I can hack her phone I guess.”
“Don’t you do it, Ramsey Blackwood!” but I already hear him clomping down the hall. He’s got plenty of puck bunnies on campus waiting in line for him, so I’m sure he’ll forget about Reese by the time he makes it down to the room he and the guys play their video games in.
“So Penn sent you a care package?” I ask, holding the phone back up to look at my sister, hoping I can distract her with whatever the fuck Penn has done with the Jolly Ranchers and pjs. I’m not computing the information I’m being given right now. “Definitely do not eat anything in that box,” I say, not really meaning it.
Operation keep Ramsey away from Reese seems to have worked because she moves the phone to show me the box with contents spilling out of it. “Yes! He’s so sweet! But that’s not even the best part, and we’re having a movie night via video call!” Reese continues, her innocent enthusiasm cutting through my guarded exterior.
“That sounds…very nice of my husband.” I can’t help but let a small smile grace my lips as I consider the idea of Penn genuinely caring for both of us. The thought stirs something inside me, something I haven’t allowed myself to feel in a long time. Maybe ever.
I sense him before I see him. I look over and see a mischievous glint sparkles in Penn’s worry shadowed eyes as he leans against the doorframe, one hand tucked inside his backpocket. The other holds a neatly wrapped box, adorned with a crimson bow. “I hear you’re having a movie night, hellfire,” he drawls, smirking with an air of self-satisfaction.
