Breakaway (Beyond the Play, #2)(52)

All I’m saying is that they could have made the orcs a little less disgusting





I’m going to have nightmares, Coop!





You never call me Coop





Also, your words were “why aren’t the orcs sexy” PENELOPE





You never call me Penelope





If you saw a romance novel orc, you would understand





Mmm, overbite ;P





You’re a freak





You are too. A wet dream where I had elf ears? Callahan, please.





Excuse you, I thought we agreed to drop that





…





We agreed to drop that, right? Right, Red?





November 11th


Penny



Mia is hooking up with some guy she met on Tinder… pray for my ears





?! instead?





Three days too long for you?





I have a game tomorrow…





You need to pick me up





And I’m bringing Mark Antony





I still can’t believe you let Mia name your new friend





See you in fifteen





31





COOPER





The moment I see Penny shove open the door and run down the stairs to my truck, I know she’s planning something.

One, I’ve never seen her wear a coat that long before; it’s cold, but not that cold. Two, her hair is soaking wet, and she told me just last week that she hates to go out without blow-drying her hair.

Oh, and third, she has a huge pink dildo in her hand. The present I got her at Dark Allure, to be exact, which her roommate has named Mark Antony for reasons neither has managed to explain without dissolving into giggles. I’m so distracted by the fact she didn’t put it in a bag or anything that I forget to unlock the passenger door. She knocks on the window with the dildo as she does a little dance to stay warm.

I roll the window down instead of unlocking the door. “You look deranged.”

“I’m freezing my tits off! Open the door!”

When I do, she hops in and kisses me without a second thought. That’s been happening a lot recently; kissing with our clothes on and everything. It’s like our kiss underneath the table in the library opened that possibility. I don’t hate it—I love it way more than I should, in fact—but it surprises me every time. She rips open her coat.

“Holy fuck,” I say.

Did I get into a car accident on the way here and this is my brain’s last-ditch effort to wake me from a coma? There’s no fucking way that Penny’s wearing those thigh-high boots I love along with a black lace bodysuit. I pinch myself on the arm, and it hurts like a bitch, so I guess I’m not dreaming.

She’s wearing dark lipstick. Her mouth curves into a delectable smile as she takes in my expression. “You like it?”

“Like it?” I say. My voice cracks like I’m a teenager again. “Red, are you trying to kill me?”

The bodysuit is practically painted on; it pushes her tiny breasts together in a sticky-sweet curve, and the ribs of the suit accentuate her shape in a way that makes me want to haul her into my lap and mold my hands to her hips. The bikini cut shows off her thighs to delicious perfection. My cock throbs. I want to be inside her so badly I can’t think straight.

“You said you need to relax,” she says. I did say that, not in so many words, but she got the drift and went above and fucking beyond. “Now hurry up, I didn’t take this shower for nothing.”

“Why did you?” I ask, reluctantly tearing away my gaze so I can focus on getting us back to my place in one piece.

“So you can fuck my ass, obviously,” she says.

I hit the brakes and practically throw the truck into park. Her eyes widen, like she really has no fucking clue what she’s giving me right now. I want to fuck her pussy, of course I do, but after her reaction to the suggestion, I haven’t pushed it again. If we get to the end of the list, that will be the last hurrah. Fucking her sweet bottom, though? I can’t stop fantasizing about it. I fingered her ass the other day, licked her there too after a spanking, and she came so hard she nearly cried.

I lean over and kiss her. I’m probably messing up her lipstick, but I don’t give a shit. She smells clean, like lavender and mint, and she licks right into my mouth like she’s just dying to get a taste of me. We make out for what must be a couple of minutes; my hands tangle in her wet hair and hers come around to clutch at my back. Eventually, though, I make myself pull away. If we go any further, I’m either going to be too distracted to drive or come in my pants, and neither sound all that appealing when I can finally be in Penny somewhere other than her soft mouth within the hour.

When we get to the house, I thank the universe that Izzy is out with friends and Sebastian is… wherever he is, I don’t know and don’t care now that he’s not the only one getting action, and carry Penny straight from the truck to my room. She’s laughing, breathless, squirming in my arms with the dildo still clutched in her hand. I toss her onto the bed, drinking in the sight of her. The coat’s open, her chest is heaving, and she looks good enough to eat.