Page 38 of Cozy Girl Fall
Her mouth snapped shut and she begged Ethan with her eyes, relieved when he resumed fucking her with his fingers. Each drag of the digits against her inner walls had her muscles coiling, the pressure mounting higher until she ground desperately against his hand.
“God, I’ve fucking dreamed about this,” Ethan groaned in her ear. “I can feel how close you are, Penny. Fluttering around my fingers. You want to come?”
She nodded, her pussy clenching around his fingers.
“Then come,” he said, voice hoarse, as he curled his fingers inside her, pressing against a spot that made her gasp just as his mouth came down on hers to capture the sound. He stroked her through the orgasm, murmuring praise in her ear as she soaked his hand, and her muscles slowly relaxed.
Her heart was beating so fast she had to take several calming breaths as Ethan withdrew his hand and rebuttoned and zipped her jeans before raising his fingers tohis mouth and curling his tongue around them like he was sampling the nectar of the gods themselves.
Then he grinned like that wasn’t the hottest thing she’d ever seen and said, “Shall we finish the movie?”
He held her hand throughout the rest of the film and Penny felt drunk with the way her muscles tingled, the release he’d given her making her sleepy and warm. She hadn’t meant to fall asleep, but when Ethan nudged her awake, the credits were rolling and his smile was soft.
“Hey, sleepyhead. Want to get a late dinner?” The yawn that left her was so big her eyes watered, interrupting her response and making Ethan grin. “Or we could make that a rain check?”
“Can we rain check? Do you mind?”
He pressed a kiss to her cheek and helped her stand from her seat. “Not at all. I already filled up on popcorn anyway.”
She glanced down and narrowed her eyes at the two empty buckets. “You always were a snack thief.”
“I make up for it with my dazzling wit and good looks.”
Penny was still laughing when they walked out of the movie theater and into the cool night air, shivering lightly at the shift in temperature. Ethan draped his jacket over her shoulders and she smiled, breathing in the sandalwood scent that lingered on his clothes.
“Do you mind if we just sit for a minute? I need to wake up a little before I drive home.”
Ethan chuckled. “Sure. Come on.” The town squarewas fairly quiet, as most of the shops shut by seven, with only a few passers-by walking to and from eateries, the odd car driving past making the only sound aside from their footsteps. She smiled when she realized where he was leading them.
The water had slowed to a trickle and the stone rim of the fountain was mostly dry as they took a seat on the edge. Once it hit a certain time in the morning the fountain would turn back on in full force, ready for the new day, but in the evenings it was turned off to conserve power.
“I used to come here all the time, do you remember?”
He nodded, looking out at the hub of their small town with a soft look on his face. “Yeah. After you left it kind of becamemyspot, though.”
“Oh?”
He nodded. “It’s a good place to think. And …”
“And?” she prompted when he fell silent.
“And it made me feel close to you,” he murmured, his eyes avoiding hers. His confession was so quiet she had to hold her breath to hear the words. “Not even necessarily in a romantic way—you were my friend before we were ever more, and I missed that.You.”
Well, she was certainly feeling more awake now. “When I moved, I tried my best to not miss you, or anyone here really. I worked double shifts until I was so exhausted all I could do was go home and sleep, but you and Tasha and this stupid place snuck into my dreams sometimes anyway.”
He turned to her and the streetlights in the distance reflected in his dark irises as he watched her intently. “Why didn’t you want to miss us?”
She shrugged. “A hundred reasons. It hurt, it made me want to run straight back home, but I knew I’d screwed everything up when I left and thinking about that, about how I must have hurt you and Tasha and my parents, was too much.”
His hand found hers, their fingers intertwining easily as Ethan lifted their joined hands to his mouth and pressed a kiss to the back of hers. “I’m sorry you went through that alone.”
There was a lump in her throat that made it hard to swallow. “It was my choice, I guess. I always thought, at least you and Tasha still had each other after I left.”
“Eh,” he said, wrinkling his nose. “We were both busy doing other things at first. I went to college, Tasha started her internship at the library in the new town. Maybe if you’d stayed, it might have been different.”
“Maybe,” she whispered and he squeezed her hand.
“But right now, I think it all turned out OK in the end. Don’t you?”
