Page 51 of Cozy Girl Fall
She reached down to find his belt buckle, tugging at it desperately while he laughed, a dark sound that made her pulse race.
“You want me, do you, baby?” He freed himself and supported her weight with the post behind her. “You want me to fuck you right here where anyone could find us?”
“Yes,” she moaned. “Yes.”
His head notched at her entrance and she could feel the heat of his skin, the way he twitched against her sensitive flesh. He sank in one inch at a time, lifting her chin so she’d meet his eyes. “Look at me, Penny. You’re going to take all of me, aren’t you?” He glanced down to where they were joined and shuddered. “Fuck. That’s hot.”
She looked down too and couldn’t help the way she clenched around him as she watched her pussy swallow him with ease. When she wriggled, needing more, needing friction, he finally stopped teasing her and began to move.
The post behind them creaked ominously but didn’t give as Ethan fucked her against it, her desperate whines muffled in the collar of his shirt.
“Penny,” he moaned and she wasn’t sure there was any sweeter sound in the world.
She rocked against him, feeling more than a little wild with the cool air sending goosebumps over her skin and the wood of the post behind her hard at her back. His hand dropped between them, stroking her clit in the way that made her desperate for more and Ethan groaned when she tightened around him.
“Again, sweetheart. Eyes on me,” he growled, thewords short as he fought for self-control and she lifted her eyes to his, still hazy from her first orgasm as he kissed her breathless. “You can take it, baby. Can’t you?”
She nodded, gasping when his pace quickened and the sound of their bodies filled the barn. Moonlight sliced across them and she glanced down to watch as he bottomed out into her over and over again.
He pressed closer, the angle shifting as he supported more of her weight on his hips, and she moaned at the new depth as his hand moved between them once more.
“Now, sweetheart. Come for me, Penny.”
She came, gripping him tightly as her muscles clamped down, causing him to teeter over the edge with her, chanting her name, and she couldn’t describe how good it felt to be with Ethan Blake.
19
They returned to the orchard to find things still in full swing, and if anyone had noticed their brief absence or Penny’s now-bare legs, they didn’t say anything.
Tasha waved them over to her spot by the table laden with pies, where small pieces had been stuck onto cocktail sticks for sampling and voting. Penny hurried over, not wanting to miss out. The selection was decent, with ten pies to choose from.
“Do you have a favorite?” Penny mumbled around her fifth skewer.
“I—”
“Of course she does,” Penny’s mom said before Tasha could answer. “It’s number seven, right?”
Tasha glanced at Penny and then at Angie. “I haven’t tasted that one yet. They’ve all been great so far though.”
Penny had to admit that it was a good answer. Knowing her mom, she might have just been testing Tasha. The pies were all anonymous, to help make things fair, but Penny was pretty sure she hadn’t tasted her mom’s pie yet, so when she got to number sevenshe braced herself before nodding. Angie hadn’t been double-bluffing Tasha after all.
Angie watched them eagerly until Penny’s dad came over and gently steered her away, murmuring about intimidating the voters.
Small pieces of paper were left next to a large box with a slit cut in the top for the votes to enter and Penny scrawled the number seven on it before dropping it inside. She wasn’t even voting for her mom just because she was her mom, though. Penny genuinely thought Angie’s pie was the best there. The crust had been flaky and crisp and the filling tasted like fall, if it were a pie filling.
“Earth to Penny,” Tasha teased and Penny blinked, a little disconcerted at the sight of the twins peering at her with identical looks of amusement on their faces. “She was totally thinking about pie.”
“Yep, that’s definitely her pie face,” Ethan said, nodding.
Penny rolled her eyes. “Ha. Ha. I do not have a pie face.” A familiar figure in the crowd of passersby caught her eye and she decided to change the subject before they could argue with her. “Is that your mom?”
Ethan turned and waved. “Yep. Hey,” he said a moment later, kissing his mom on the cheek after she hugged Tasha and, to Penny’s surprise, hugged her as well. “Where’s Dad?”
Terri glanced at Penny and away. “Oh, he, um, didn’t feel like it tonight.”
“That’s a shame,” Penny said, and she meant it. Surely Keith wasn’t avoiding her? She didn’t want to be the source of any tension in Ethan’s family, but if Keith needed some time before he could accept that she and Ethan were a package deal then that was OK. At least, she hoped it would be.
Ethan frowned, having caught on to what his mom wasn’t saying, and Penny took his hand in hers, squeezing slightly to show that it was OK. Ethan muttered something she didn’t hear and Penny smiled at Terri.
