Always Series Box Set

by Becs, Lindsay

Well, fuck me, if that doesn’t get me hard hearing her say that. Like an asshole, I pull the covers off the bottom half of my body, showing her exactly how much I like being naked with her. Her eyes go big for a second, still not used to me like this or my half-mast dick.

  She surprises me then when she straddles me and I feel that she’s bare and wet under the shirt she has on. I kiss her, pulling her closer to me as her hips begin to rock back and forth on my already hard cock. She moans into my mouth, and I need to feel more of her. Pulling the shirt from her body, I press our bare chests together, wanting to feel her on my skin everywhere.

  Reaching into the drawer next to the bed, I pull out a condom. She looks down, watching as I roll it on, intrigued by the action. Pulling her hips up a little, I line myself up with her but wait for her to sink down at the pace that’s comfortable for her.

  With her hands on my shoulders, she kisses me once, and then with her head resting against mine, she looks down, watching as I enter her. It’s the hottest fucking thing I’ve ever witnessed. She continues to watch as she rides my cock up and down. She’s so damn sexy and doesn’t even know it.

  Her pace begins to quicken, as do her pants. I kiss her deeply and passionately as she begins to unravel. Her head throws back as she yells my name at the height of her release. Flipping her to her back, I lace our fingers and watch her hooded eyes, working up my own release. Before I get there, she starts to moan again, and as I rotate my hips one last time, she tips over with me.

  My body drops onto hers. My heart pounding. My breathing ragged. It’s never been like this.

  With my hand on her face, I look down into her bright blue eyes. “I love you.”

  “Yeah, I love you, too, but that was… wow, Jess.”

  I huff a laugh, rolling to my side next to her. “That was pretty fucking great.”

  “Is it always like that?” she asks, turning to look at me.

  “It’s never been like that. That was us.”

  Chapter Seventeen

  Penny

  My family, surprisingly, left Jesse and me alone for the first couple of days after he arrived. We spent most of those days in bed, getting to know each other in ways we never had before. We talked about everything else. Work, the distance between us right now, our families, everything. As much as we’re both in this, it’s still scary crossing this line in our relationship.

  Today is Christmas Eve, and we’re celebrating together with everyone. Tatum is cooking dinner, like she always does, at Dad’s and the whole family will be there, Tilly included.

  It’s the usual scene when we walk in. Harry, Tatum and Benton’s son, and Max, Ollie and Bexley’s son, are both eleven and busy playing a game on the Xbox in the living room. Poppy, Tatum and Benton’s oldest, is fourteen now and sits there engrossed on her phone while Ruby, their youngest daughter, who is now eight, is sitting at the table with my dad, Ollie, and Benton playing Uno. Tate, Bex, and Tilly are all in the kitchen preparing food and sipping wine.

  The whole house is full of voices and laughter. Candles are burning all around, and the Christmas tree in the corner is covered in ornaments I made as a child. It’s not often that all of us are under one roof, but when we are, it’s like a giant hug in the air around you.

  Jesse and I hang our coats and kick off our shoes by the door. We greet the kids as we walk through the living room on our way to the kitchen. I stop to kiss my dad on the cheek, wrapping my arms around his neck as I play his turn for him from over his shoulder.

  “Merry Christmas to you, too, Pen,” Ollie groans, giving me the stink eye and picking up cards to get the color I changed it to.

  “I just changed it to red to make it more Christmassy,” I tease, kissing my big brother on the cheek.

  “I liked the green. It matched the color of my Grinch heart.”

  “But you can’t have a Grinch-size heart. I love you too much,” Ruby tells him as she leans into his side.

  Ollie smacks a kiss on her head. “Thanks, peanut. I need all the love I can get from you. Your grandpa isn’t playing very nice,” he tells her, teasing my dad in the process.

  Even though he is the same age as Ollie, Travis is like a grandpa to all the kids because he was more of a dad, particularly to Tatum, than her own dad. They all call him Papa, which he also doesn’t really like but it stuck when Poppy was little.

  “Actually, that was your loving aunt who was mean to your beloved uncle,” Benton pipes in, throwing me under the bus.

  “Hey, I can’t help it if I’m the queen of Uno,” I tell them while walking away from the table and into the kitchen to say hello to everyone else.

  “Oh, it’s on later, Pen!” Ollie yells after me, making me laugh.

  “What the hell is he yelling about now?” Bexley asks when I walk into the kitchen to give her a hug.

  “He’s mad he’s losing at Uno.” I shrug.

  Tatum rolls her eyes. “He is such a man-child.”

  “But he’s my man-child,” Bex says as she wags her eyebrows.

  “Gross,” Tate retorts, holding up a hand to stop her. “I’ll still never understand what you want with him.”

  Tilly is laughing at us all as she stirs the beginnings of gravy at the stove. I wrap my arms around her next, her hand patting my cheek and squeezing me tight in return. “Thanks for letting me have Jess to myself the last couple days. I know you miss him, too,” I tell her.

  “Please, he would have spent them with you no matter what I tried to do. I just knew my place beforehand,” she laughs. “Oh, I did make his favorite cookies, though. I put some extra in a separate container for him to take home. Make sure you don’t forget them.”

  “What?! I always miss out on your cookies.” Tatum pouts.

  “There’s some on a plate over there. I just kept them covered so these boys wouldn’t eat them all before dinner,” Tilly tells her. We each grab a cookie, all of us moaning as we bite into her famous treats that are filled with toffee, dried cherries, oatmeal, and chocolate chips.

  “Oh shit! Guess what your brother did?” Bex asks us. Tate and I look at each other scared to see where this goes.

  “I’m afraid to ask,” I murmur to her.

  “He enrolled me in a sex box club,” Bex tells us. “I get a box once a month filled with sex toys, lubes, and all kinds of scary shit.”

  “Just shove a butt plug up his ass when he’s blindfolded and I guarantee he’ll cancel that shit real quick,” Tatum says.

  Bex looks at her for a minute like she’s thinking about it. “No, he’d probably like it.”

  “You at least get anything good? Vibes or anything?” Tate asks.

  I look at her with a quirked brow. “Yeah, we all know how you feel about those, Tate.”

  “Psh! I bet you have a whole collection now, baby sister. You’re welcome,” she says with a hand on her hip.

  “No comment,” I mumble, taking another bite of my cookie.

  Tilly turns to look at me, laughing hysterically. “Oh Lord, you guys. You make me feel Amish.”

  “Like you and Trav aren’t fucking,” Tatum jokes, but then catches on too late to what she said. All eyes go to me. “Penny, I’m sorry; that was out of line.” She tries to smooth over what she said and the image she just put in my head.

  I shrug it off like it’s no big deal and try to move on. “So, I like vibrators and Tatum bought me my first one,” I say, trying to break the tension in the air.

  “Really?” I hear Jesse say behind me. Awesome. I close my eyes and take a breath before I turn to him with my face on fire.

  “Yeah, I’ll show you later,” I respond nonchalantly, kissing him on the cheek and shoving the last of my cookie in his mouth to keep him from saying anything else.

  “Oh, so you guys are finally doing it then, huh?” my sister asks, because apparently she can’t keep her mouth shut about anyone’s sex life today.

  “No,” Tilly says, holding her hand up to stop Tate. “Nope. I don’t want to hear about an
y of this. If you are going to talk about my sweet little Jesse in that way you will leave the kitchen now.”

  “There isn’t much that’s little about me, is there, Nugget?” he whispers the last part in my ear before he smacks me on the butt and walks to Tilly. “She’s the one who took all my innocence,” he says to Tilly, pointing at me.

  “I don’t believe that for one second,” Tate mumbles.

  “Leave your sister alone,” Bex defends me. “You all do realize she’s allowed to grow up, right? I mean, we did get her trashed on her birthday.”

  “Oh, yeah, I should thank you for that,” Jess says. “She showed me her tits that night when I called her.” He winks at me.

  “Jesse!” I yell at him.

  “Pen, you should wait until we’re back at the house before you start screaming my name again,” he teases, making me turn a thousand shades of red.

  Tatum points at him then. “Too far!”

  My hands are covering my face and everyone else is laughing when my dad walks into the kitchen. “What’s so funny in here?” he asks.

  “Trust me when I say, you don’t want to know,” Tilly tells him. He gives her a confused look but lets it go, grabbing another beer and walking back out to his intense game of Uno.

  Dinner finishes, and we all sit around the table together. We take turns sharing what we’re most thankful for from the past year and what our wish for the next year is. It’s been a Christmas tradition for as long as I can remember. I think it’s something my mom had done and everyone kept the it alive.

  With our bellies full, we sit around the living room and exchange gifts, starting with the youngest, Ruby, and working our way up to Dad. Jesse sits on the couch and I sit on the floor, leaning back between his legs watching my family.

  As the evening winds down, I sip on a glass of wine while looking around at everyone. But mostly I’m watching Jesse. He’s always been my best friend and part of the family, but now I see how much he really is my home.

  Watching him joke with Ollie and Benton or wrestling with the boys. How he’ll play Uno with Ruby for hours or let her sit on his lap during dinner. How he teases Poppy about her latest celebrity crush or how he gives Tatum as much crap as she gives him. How he and Bex seem to have their own little inside jokes about each member of the family that none of us are privy to. Or how he adores Tilly as much as she adores him. But most of all seeing how much he respects and looks up to my dad.

  Ollie plops down next to me, nearly spilling my drink. I shake my head and yell at him as he laughs at me.

  “So, you guys finally did it, huh?” he asks. My eyes go wide, and he catches on to what I think he means. “Whoa! I didn’t mean that it, but thanks for that clarification, Pen.” My face blushes for the hundredth time of the day as he tries to get through the awkwardness. “Anyway! What I meant was, you guys crossed over to dating, huh?” he questions, nudging my shoulder and making my drink slosh in my glass again.

  “Yeah. We did. It’s been on and off for a while. But we’re both in it for good now,” I admit to my brother.

  “As much as I don’t like knowing that you're doing it, I’m happy for you. I think all of us knew it was just a matter of time for the two of you. I like Jesse a lot; he is family, but I’ll still kick his ass if he hurts you.”

  I lay my head on his shoulder and we both look at Jesse. “He’s pretty awesome.”

  “So are you. Love you, Pen.”

  “Love you more,” I tell my brother.

  “Love you most,” he says, hugging me.

  Chapter Eighteen

  Jesse

  “You ever think that my dad and Tilly are doing it?” Nugget asks as we drive back to my house.

  I chuckle that she still won’t say sex or fucking or even making love, but it. But then it hits me, what she’s asking.

  “Oh, shit!” I laugh again in surprise. I never thought about it before, but I am now!

  “Right?!” she says, scrunching up her cute nose. “Tate said something today about it and then tried to brush it off. Now I’m wondering if it's true and for how long.”

  “I don’t think I want to know.”

  She shrugs her shoulder at my response. “I just want my dad to be happy. And if it’s with Tilly, I’m OK with that. It just adds more weird to our already strange family dynamic.”

  “This is true.” It always takes people a bit to wrap their head around the fact that Ollie and Penny have the same mom, but that her dad is her brother’s age and his best friend. “But who gives a fuck? You all are tight and there for each other, and that’s all that matters.”

  She beams over at me. “This is why I love you.”

  “Oh, yeah? I thought it was just so you could live in my house and see my dick whenever you need to use your little toy collection,” I tease her. “Which, by the way, you’re showing me when we get home.”

  “No way am I showing you anything.”

  “We’ll see about that.”

  I pull in the drive, and once I’m inside, I race to beat her upstairs. I have a feeling she’s hiding her stash of naughty things in the side table opposite mine where I keep my condoms and things.

  I beat her up there as she’s yelling behind me to stop, with laughter and embarrassment in her voice. Jumping across the bed, I pull open the drawer of my suspicion and see things I never thought I’d see my sweet Penny know about, much less know how to use.

  “Well, well, well. What do we have here, Nugget?” I ask in a teasing tone. Her hands are covering her red face as she shakes her head. I can’t help but laugh at her embarrassment. Standing, I go to her and pull her into a hug. “Don’t be embarrassed with me.”

  “How can I not be?” she squeaks, throwing her hand in the direction of the drawer of her hidden pleasure toys.

  Not able to drop my smile, I pull her other hand from her face to make her look at me. “You know we can have fun with those together, too, right?” I watch as she bites her lip and blushes more, nodding her head. “Show me what you have and what you like.”

  “Jess, this is so embarrassing. No matter what you say,” she grumbles, walking to the open drawer.

  I sit down on the bed in front of her, waiting for her to relax. What she needs to figure out real soon is that I’m turned the fuck on by her little kinky side and I can’t wait to explore this with her. I’ve never been one to use toys before, but with her, I’d do just about anything. Except for ass play. Mine, of course.

  She takes a deep breath as she reaches in and pulls out the first one. It’s bright pink and looks like a typical vibrator, but it has a smaller probe on it and I look at it, wondering what she does with that. Maybe ass play is her kink.

  “This is SID,” she says, finally meeting my eyes, and I can’t hold back the laugh I snort.

  “Sid?” I ask, covering my mouth so I don’t laugh anymore.

  She nods her head. “Stand-In Dick,” she says, smiling at me. “He’s the one that gave me my first, you know,” she blushes again.

  “Orgasm?” I press her. She nods.

  “The video I sent you that time by accident. That was with SID,” she says, rolling her eyes at her naivety.

  “Well, fuck, Nugget. I didn’t realize that was the first time you ever…” I trail off. “What’s the little thing do?” I ask, pointing in curiosity.

  “Um, it’s for added stimulation,” she mumbles as she puts it back in the drawer. I’ll have to play with her and SID.

  Next, she pulls out a smaller one that I know is called the Silver Bullet. I’ve heard the guys talk about this kind before. “That one we can have all kinds of fun with,” I tell her. She immediately puts it back without a word, making me chuckle.

  “OK, this is the last one, but the best one,” she says, sounding excited, and it piques my interest. This one looks kind of strange with a circular end. I tilt my head, trying to figure it out. “This is supposed to be like oral,” she says, and my eyes snap to hers. “But after actually having you�
�” She swallows nervously. “You’re better. So, there you go. That’s it,” she says quickly while closing the drawer and looking at her feet.

  I stand up, smoothing down her hair and tilting her face to look at me. “Do you have any idea how incredible you are? You are so fucking sexy.”

  She stares at me, not knowing what to say. Taking her hand, I put it on my hard dick to show her what she did to me without even touching me. “Don’t be embarrassed. I’m not.”

  “OK,” she whispers as her eyes drop to my mouth.

  I take the cue and kiss her. Leaning into me, she finally relaxes. Together, we get lost in each other for the night. No toys, this time, but there will be plenty of time for all that. For now, I just want her.

  * * *

  Penny is trying so hard to hold back her tears, but sadness is written all over her face. I fly back to Vegas in a couple of hours. I should get out of bed to pack the last-minute things and head out. Instead, I’m lying here with her pressed against my side.

  “Gosh, this is so stupid. I don’t know why I’m crying,” she says, frustrated with herself.

  “Is it because SID will never be able to satisfy you again after having me?” I joke with her as an attempt to get her to laugh.

  “I should never have told you about that.”

  “But then we wouldn’t have done that thing we did last night that had you screaming,” I tell her, kissing her head.

  “We are not talking about this,” she says, sitting up and pulling the blanket to cover herself as she does.

  “Don’t cover yourself. Let me see you.”

  “I’m pretty sure you can just close your eyes to see me,” she sasses but does as I ask, letting the blanket fall as her cheeks burn red.

  “You’re right, but you’re beautiful. I’d rather see you with my eyes wide open.” I lace our fingers together, pulling her hand to my mouth to kiss her knuckles. “You’ll come visit, right?”

  “Of course I will, stupid,” she says like I’m the dumbest person alive for asking.