“Tell me,” I begged for the words I wanted to hear. “What do you love?”
Her eyes glistened with tears. “Please, tell me.” Those words would undo me if she gave them to me. My body built toward my climax as I pumped into her. My cock was ready to explode. I wanted her.
My breathing escalated as I kept my eyes locked onto hers. She was beautiful.
“I love your heart,” she whispered.
“Baby, I love yours too.”
I stilled inside her as my heart constricted in my chest. “I…I,” she whispered.
I pumped slowly at first and then picked up my pace as I fell even harder for her. She owned every ounce of me whether she loved me or not. My orgasm was just within reach.
“I’m coming,” she moaned.
My cock throbbed inside her, needing her more.
“Fuck, Penny, …fuck,” I threw caution to the wind and spilled my heart, “I love you, baby.”
Her body squeezed me tighter, her tight pussy clenching me. “I love you, too,” she said as my orgasm crashed through my system.
“I love you. I love you. I love you,” I whispered against her.
She clung onto me, not letting go for a long moment. “I’m scared.” She shook in my arms and I held onto her until the trembling stopped. “I don’t want to lose you.”
The warm air against our skin settled me. I would lose everything for her.
“Can’t you tell your father no? I don’t care if I lose the bar. Hell, we can start fresh,” I plead.
Her eyes closed, and she sighed before I leaned in to kiss her freckled nose. “It’s a bit more complicated than that.”
“Tell me then,” I whispered.
“I just can’t.”
I grew frustrated as she continued to push me away. What was so important? I dropped my hands from her, running them through my soaked hair. “Penny, I’m trying to understand.” And I was, desperately.
She leaned in kissing my cheek. “I’ll talk to him. I’ll try to get him to understand.”
“Thank you.”
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p; “Shit, what time is it? I’m having dinner with your mom and Dex. I need to get home.” She let go of me and swam toward the shore.
I scrambled after her, not ready to take her back to our hated reality.
Once we were near my car, we cleaned up and hopped inside in pure silence, both of us dreading our situation.
Grabbing my phone, I noticed the missed call from my mother. As I was about to tell Penny, the phone rang in my hands. My mother.
I listened to her ramble on about Lucy before starting the car to head back to Miami.
“Anyways, dear, I’m having dinner with Dex and his soon-to-be-bride. I’d like for you to come.”
I glanced at Penny and then back to the road. “I’ll see what I can do.”
My mother squealed in my ear with delight, and I wanted to murder myself. “Ok, Mom, I have to go.”