Breakaway (Beyond the Play, #2)(54)

“Move,” she begs. “Please, I need it.”

She needs it like I need it. I roll my hips as I fuck into her with more energy, building up a rhythm between my long thrusts and the strokes against her clit. She’s going to come just like this, I can feel it, stuffed full of my cock with her breath hitching. My balls are aching; I have to clench my ass to keep from blowing my load too early. She’s moaning loudly enough that I’m glad we’re the only ones in the house.

“Penny,” I groan. “Penelope. Gorgeous girl.”

“Put the dildo in my cunt,” she gasps out. “Please, I can take it. It’s on the list.”

I stutter, losing my rhythm. “What, Mark Antony?”

“Cooper,” she whines.

I reach across the bed and grab it. “That’s his name, right?”

She giggles, and the sound is like pure sunshine. “Don’t even, Callahan. Are you going to put it in or not?”

I’m distracted by the way she’s furrowing her brow, her lower lip jutting out in a pout. I wish I could kiss her from his angle, but I have to settle for pressing the dildo against her hole. She drops her forehead to the bed, shaking now like she’s about to fall to pieces; she must be close. I push it in without ceremony since she’s slick enough she’s dripping, and she fucking sighs when she’s stuffed full in both holes, like she’s been waiting for this moment and now she’s finally able to enjoy herself. I barely manage another two full thrusts before she comes, and her pleasure, the way her body grips me tight and doesn’t let me go, sends me over the edge.

It’s a long time before either of us move. She’s boneless, whining when I pull out, taking the toy with me. I pull on a pair of boxers, so I won’t accidentally flash my siblings if either comes home, then head to the bathroom down the hall for a washcloth. Penny’s in the same position when I come back. I gather her into my arms, and she kisses me tiredly, resting her head on my shoulder as I wipe her clean.

“Pretty girl,” I breathe. I kiss her again, long and slow, enjoying the weight of her against my chest.

“Feeling more relaxed?” she asks.

“I feel like I could go out on the ice tomorrow and get a hat trick.”

“Good. I’ve wanted that for ages, so thank you.” She snuggles even closer. “Is it okay if I…”

I wrap my arm over her middle. “You’re not leaving right now.”

“Oh, no?” she says teasingly.

“Not when we have The Return of the King to get to, finally.” I slide off the bed again and rummage around in my dresser for a sweater that Penny can wear, since she came over in basically nothing, and toss it to her before going over to my gear bag.

She pulls the sweater over her head. “Please tell me that Aragorn gets even hotter.”

“He does,” I say, mostly to hear more of her sweet laughter. “Heads up.”

I pull the bag of gummy bears out of a side pocket and toss it to her. She catches it, her eyes lighting up when she realizes what it is. “Gummy bears?”

I scratch the back of my neck. “Just remembered that you like them.”

Her smile makes my breath stick in my throat.

“That’s sweet of you.” She rips the bag open and pops one into her mouth. “Is anyone home? Can I use the bathroom first?”

A couple minutes later, we get settled in bed with my laptop balanced atop a pillow in front of us. Penny climbed into my lap when she came back from the bathroom, so we’re a tangle of limbs, but I don’t mind. As far as viewings of Lord of the Rings go, this has been my favorite, and I’ve seen these movies nearly a dozen times.

Penny puts a couple of gummy bears in my palm. When she turns to kiss me, her breath smells like sugar. “Thank you,” she says. “Even though they’re smelly. Why were they in your gear bag? I doubt my dad wants you guys eating candy on the bench.”

“I always like having a snack around.” The truth is I bought them and put them in my gear bag for a moment just like this. I knew she’d smile, and I wanted to see that smile happen because of me. I got exactly that, and while I’m glad we fucked—I really do feel more relaxed, ready to buckle down and focus on beating Merrimack—it’s that smile I’ll be thinking about as I take the ice tomorrow.

I press play on the movie. “I forbid you from screaming when the orcs are onscreen.”

“But they’re just so gross!”





32





PENNY





I don’t plan on going to the game against Merrimack, but Dani, Allison, and Will invite me and Mia, and it sounds like a better Friday night than staying at the library late, so I pull my coach’s daughter privileges to get us seats in the front row, right behind one of the goals. On the way into the Markley Center, we bump into Sebastian and Izzy, who are going to the game with Izzy’s friend from the night of the Haverhill party, Victoria—apparently Victoria hooked up with the goalie, Aaron Rembeau, and they might be dating, but she’s not sure and wants to stake her claim—and two friends of Sebastian’s from the baseball team, Rafael and Hunter.

In a weird twist of fate that I’m almost—but not quite certain—Cooper has nothing to do with, we all have seats in the same row, so by the time the game begins, we’ve morphed from two groups into one large one, ready to party. Rafael and Hunter are twenty-one, so they bring back beers for us to share, and Mia smuggled in not one, but two flasks. As McKee skates out in royal purple, sticks raised to acknowledge the cheers and shouting, I take a big gulp of whiskey. It burns going down, but I’m holding my own... at least until I see the ‘C’ on Cooper’s sweater.