Okay, clearly, my body was in charge, so I figured I needed to accept that Penelope would be in my life, torturing me, and make sure my head had enough say to keep me from doing something incredibly stupid.
“Let me grab a shirt.” I jogged up the steps to the third floor where the master and nursery, plus another bedroom, were located. I snatched a clean shirt from my dresser and pulled it on over my head as I made my way back downstairs. Penelope obviously had no talent for acting because when she saw my T-shirt, disappointment was written all over her face.
I gritted my teeth and gestured for her to follow me. My house was over fifteen thousand square feet and five levels plus a cellar, so the tour took almost an hour. Even with me skipping the master bedroom completely. When we reached the nursery, I peeked inside and grinned to see Tucker awake and looking around, wide-eyed and curious. I opened the door all the way, and Penelope slipped past me, rushing up to the crib. She cooed at Tucker and fawned all over him. It was cute as hell. “Can I pick him up?” she asked sweetly.
I didn’t even think about it. “Of course.”
Penelope leaned over the railing, stretching her shorts across her biteable ass and forcing me to bite back a groan. She beamed as she lifted Tucker into her arms and watched him with absolute wonder and adoration.
That’s the moment I knew.
Seeing her holding my son.
Fuck it. There was no other option.
Penelope was mine.
Well, she would be.
Eventually.
It couldn’t be that far off, right? It was going to be hard as fuck, but I would wait. She would be worth it.
And once she turned eighteen, I would claim her.
I would make her mine by marrying her, fucking her, and filling her up with so much seed that we would give Tucker a little sister as soon as possible.
A picture of her ripe little body round and filled with my baby had me on the verge of coming in my pants. Fuck. I needed to get the hell away from her and calm down.
“I’ll feed him and play with him. Why don’t you go get some rest?” Penelope suggested.
“Thanks,” I mumbled, and like a pussy, I practically ran from the room.
I shut the door to my bedroom and leaned against it, breathing hard and trying not to think about sinking inside Penelope’s tight pussy—which, by her air of innocence, I was positive was a virgin. I tried not to think about licking her nipples while they dripped with milk or fucking her from behind while I held her swollen belly in my hands. I swallowed hard and walked swiftly to my bathroom, stripping along the way. I stepped into the shower and turned the temperature as cold as it would go before turning it on. “Fuck!” I shouted when the blast of icy water hit my heated skin. I stayed under the spray until my dick finally softened and I felt like a frozen sculpture, then shut off the water.
Grabbing a towel, I dried my body, then stumbled naked to my bed and flopped down face-first. Damn, I was tired. With what little energy I had left, I crawled under the covers to avoid hypothermia and fell into an exhausted sleep.
Chapter 3
Jonah
“That’s it, angel. Ride my cock. Fuck, yes!” I pumped my hips up, shoving my fat cock into Penelope’s young pussy every time she dropped down onto it. Come was already leaking from the engorged tip, and I was close to exploding. But I wanted my angel in the throes of an orgasm when I filled her so that her cervix would be soft and open, and her pussy would suck my dick dry. Her walls flexed and clamped down on my shaft as she flew apart, and I roared as I spilled inside her. “Fuck! Penelope!”
I flopped onto my back and threw my arm over my face, counting sheep and running baseball statistics, praying I would fall into a dreamless sleep.
I kissed the round bump of my wife’s belly before trailing kisses through the valley between her tits and up the column of her throat, then taking her lips in a deep, wet kiss. “You are hot as fuck, angel. I can’t get enough of you. Your sexy mouth, your big tits, this belly growing my kid”—I ran my hand over every area I praised, and when I reached her center, I pushed one long finger inside—”this tight little pussy. Always so wet for me.” I teased her with a couple of fingers until she was writhing beneath me and begging me to let her come. I straightened up and flipped her over, helping her onto her hands and knees. Then I smoothed my palms over the silky skin of her back before sliding them around to rest on her belly. I held the spot where she carried our baby as I fucked her until we were both screaming as we came.
“Shit,” I groaned as I flipped onto my stomach, and my pelvis automatically started grinding into the mattress. I forced myself to stop and started running algorithms in my head until I drifted to sleep again.
I sucked hard on Penelope’s fat nipple, drinking down the sweet milk that splashed into my mouth. She moaned long and loud, her hips gyrating and bucking, searching for my cock. I grabbed her sides and held her still. “You’ll get my cock when I’m ready to give it to you, angel,” I growled. “Now be a good girl and feed your husband from your big, sexy tits.” Her back arched, and she cried out as I returned my attention to her breasts. They were so sensitive, sometimes I could make her come just from playing with the hard peaks. I smoothed my hand over her stomach and growled at the memory of it round and swollen with our daughter. She was barely six months old, but I was ready to see my angel pregnant again. I pried my lips from her nipple and got up onto my knees, then wrapped her legs around my waist. Placing my hands on her butt cheeks, I lifted her to the perfect angle and held her steady as I drove my cock in balls deep. She cried out in ecstasy, and I groaned at the snug fit. Even after a baby, Penelope was as tight as a virgin. It didn’t take long for me to bring her to the edge. Her pussy squeezed me so tight, I saw stars. “Fuck! Penelope! Fuck, yes!”
My eyes flew open, and I rolled onto my back to stare at the ceiling. “Son of a bitch!” I’d never get any sleep if my dreams were going to constantly torture me. Glancing down, I groaned when I realized I’d made a fucking mess of myself and the sheets. My eyes strayed to the clock, and I was surprised to see that I’d slept for over four hours. Gingerly—since I was still somewhat hard and extremely sensitive—I scooted to the side of the bed and stood. Then I quickly stripped the bed and threw the dirty sheets in the hamper before returning to the bathroom and taking another shower to rinse all the sticky come from my body. I squeezed my cock to release anything lingering, and as I watched it disappear down the drain, I couldn’t help but think about what a waste it was.
I dropped my forehead to the tile wall, the smack reverberating around me. The small, pulsing pain just served as a reminder that I needed to get my mind out of the damn gutter. And I needed to find out Penelope’s birthday as soon as possible. Even though my logical side knew I shouldn’t be lusting after a teenager, my body and heart had overruled the situation.
After shutting off the water, I stepped out of the spacious glass enclosure onto the heated travertine floor and grabbed a thick chocolate brown towel from the warmer to dry myself off with. When I faced the mirror, the person staring back at me looked much improved from what I’d seen that morning. The bags under my eyes were barely there, and I didn’t look so haggard, despite the scruff from not having shaved for a few days. I rubbed my chin and contemplated whether to rectify that but ultimately decided against it. I needed to check on Penelope and Tucker. Although it felt wrong, like a part of me was being ripped open, I needed to send her home. Surely, it was time for her to head home for dinner anyway.
It suddenly occurred to me that Mallory was unlikely to be home. Who fed my angel dinner? Anger at the prospect of her being ignored and left all alone began building inside me. A fierce need to protect her hit me like a solid wave, almost knocking me backward. Shit. I placed my palms on the counter, dropped my head, and took a deep breath. This was going to be more difficult than I anticipated. With a shake of my head, I pushed off the marble and stalked into the bedroom.
Once I was dre
ssed in a loose pair of black sweatpants and a clean white T-shirt, I ventured out into the hallway. The first place I checked was the nursery, but it was empty. As I descended the stairs, the humming of a sweet voice reached my ears and a smile tipped up the corners of my mouth. I followed the beautiful melody to the den at the back of the house and found Penelope in the middle of the room, swaying from side to side. She had a swaddled Tucker cradled in one arm and was feeding him from a bottle with the other. Her face was tender as she stared down at my son, and adoration shined from her blue eyes. She looked incredibly beautiful. I simply stood there for a few minutes, leaning against the doorjamb, and watched. The scene felt so intimate and natural, as though this was the way life should always be.
But it wasn’t. Not for a while anyway. Speaking of… I pushed off the door with my shoulder and padded into the room. “When is your birthday, Penelope?” I asked softly, in lieu of a greeting. Subtle, Carrington. Real subtle. Her eyes lifted, and she smiled when she saw me. Though they were confused, the way they lit up at the sight of me had my dick stirring. Knowing she most likely wanted me as much as I wanted her was going to make this even more difficult.
“My birthday?”
“When is it?” I continued to approach her and was pleased when she didn’t back away. I was probably over a foot taller than her, and she seemed even tinier when she was close to my big body.
Instead, she smiled up at me, her pretty lips parting to show off even white teeth, and her eyes sparkling with amusement. “June eighth. Why?”
I shrugged, trying to act like it was just a random “get to know you” question. “Just wondering. Mallory mentioned that you were still seventeen but out of school already?”
Penelope nodded, her eyes shifting to Tucker as she set down the bottle and lifted him to her shoulder. “I graduated early,” she answered, her gaze returning to mine as she gently patted the baby’s back. “There really wasn’t any reason to stay in Lily Dale. My parents are sort of wrapped up in themselves and didn’t really care what I did. I wasn’t sure what I wanted for my future, so Mallory offered to let me stay with her while I figure it out.”
Tucker let out a decent belch, and Penelope giggled before twisting her neck to kiss Tucker’s little head. My heart squeezed, and I fought the urge to do the same to her.
“I’m pretty sure she’s hoping I’ll go to college here and then work for her company. But…” she trailed off, and I took another step closer. We were less than a foot apart now.
“But?” I prompted.
She stared at the floor, and her cheeks turned adorably pink. That blush. It was such a fucking turn-on. “To be honest”—she paused and dug the tip of one shoeless foot (even her feet were adorable with little purple-painted toes) into the plush carpet—”I’ve always wanted…well, I’ve been helping Blaire Kendall in the daycare at K-Corp, and I love it. I’ve always loved children and I”—the pink hue of her cheeks darkened—“I’d always just wanted to have a husband and babies of my own. And I wanted to stay home with them. To just be a full-time mom.”
At her confession, I lost the battle to keep my hands to myself. I placed the pad of one finger under her chin and lifted her head so I could look into her gorgeous eyes. “Why does that embarrass you, angel?”
Penelope shrugged, being careful not to jostle the now sleeping baby. “It just seems like a silly dream to have.”
“It’s not silly, angel. Just because Mallory doesn’t understand how you feel doesn’t mean it’s wrong. In fact, I think it’s amazing, and I know, without a doubt, that you’re going to have your dream someday.” Sooner than you think. In four months, my angel was going to get exactly what she wanted. What we wanted. We’d be married before she had our second child, but I was going to get a jumpstart on making her dreams come true.
It would take a little time to break in her tight, young pussy so I could ride her hard and often until she was breeding. My cock was trying its best to break through my pants, reaching for the heaven waiting for me between Penny’s thighs.
She beamed at me with a happy smile. “Thank you.”
Damn, I wanted to kiss her. It took every bit of my control to hold back. “You don’t ever have to be embarrassed with me, or be afraid to ask for what you want.”
“Well, for now, working at the daycare and”—she lovingly caressed Tucker’s back, and fuck, I wanted to feel those hands doing the same to me. Except I had other places in mind for her to stroke—”helping with this little guy will be a joy.” I was still tilting her head up, but her eyes darted to the side, her smile disappearing. “When—um—when will your...wife be joining you?” Her voice wavered, and I almost smiled at the clear disappointment in her tone.
I waited silently until her eyes returned to mine before explaining. I wanted to watch her reaction. “Tucker is biologically my nephew. But he’s been my son since the moment he came home with me. I’m not married...yet.” Her blue pools had started to glow when I’d said I wasn’t married. Then when I’d added yet, they’d dimmed and become a little shiny, as though she was fighting tears. I wanted to soothe her and assure her that the only woman I’d be marrying was her, but if I was going to survive the next four months, I couldn’t risk having her tempt me even more because she knew how I felt about her. In fact...as much as my mind and heart rebelled at the idea, I was going to have to put distance between us.
“Thank you for watching Tucker and allowing me to get some much-needed rest,” I said stiffly as I backed up several steps. The loss of her body heat was both a curse and a blessing. I extended my arms, and she carefully transferred my son into them. Her expression was sad, and I desperately wanted to kiss away her frown, so I took another few steps away. “I’m sure you need to get back home.” My tone was brisk, and I hated myself a little bit at that moment. The only thing that kept me from giving in was the knowledge that I would make it up to her eventually. When she was mine, she would never want for anything again.
Penelope’s eyes widened a fraction, and her brow furrowed as she watched me, clearly trying to assess the situation. “Do you need me tomorrow?”
Fuck yes, I needed her tomorrow, and the steel shaft between my legs was making that very obvious. Thankfully, Penelope didn’t seem to notice, and I took that as confirmation that she was as innocent as I’d suspected. Which meant I would be the only man who would ever have his cock inside her. The knowledge was not helping to contain my desperation for her. I began to walk rigidly toward the front of the house, staring straight ahead. By the sound of her soft steps behind me, I knew she was following. Without looking back, I suggested, “Perhaps you could drop by for a couple of hours in the evening so I can get some work done?” I vowed to be in control of myself by then.
“I’ll be done at K-Corp by three. I can come over after that.”
We reached the front door, and I gritted my teeth as I turned the knob and pulled it open. I steeled myself against temptation and finally turned to look at her again. “That would be great. Thank you,” I replied with a taut nod.
I silently waited while she slipped on a pair of strappy sandals with orange flowers across the toes, then crossed the threshold out onto the porch. “See you tomorrow,” I rasped, giving her a brittle smile before shutting the door, but not before I clocked her sad expression.
Hell. I was in fucking hell.
Chapter 4
Jonah
“Hi, Jonah,” Blaire greeted me with a smile as I entered the daycare situated on the main floor of the K-Corp building. The one owned by her husband, Justice; his brother, Thatcher; and their business partner, Jamison.
My company had done a lot of tech work for K-Corp over the years, and we’d all become close friends. Justice had called that morning to ask if I wanted to get in a few games of racquetball and offered for Blaire to care for Tucker. I was nervous about leaving Tucker with someone—even though I hadn’t hesitated to leave him in Penelope’s care for one minute—but the gym was located on the sam
e floor as the daycare, so I would be close. And it wasn’t like I didn’t know Justice’s wife or how amazing she was with kids. Still, he was my infant son, and I was incredibly nervous when I walked in carrying him in a baby carrier with a diaper bag slung over my shoulder.
“You look good with a baby,” she teased. “I was convinced you would go to your grave as a bachelor.”
“Ha-ha,” I responded dryly. “We all said the same thing about your husband, you know.”
A sly smile slid across her face, and she flipped her long blond hair back over her shoulder. “All it takes is the right woman.”
“Damn straight.”
I turned at the sound of Justice's voice to see him walking in with his eyes glued to his wife and a smirk on his lips. “And when you find her”—he looked at me—”I suggest you get a ring on her finger and a baby in her belly immediately.” He strolled over to Blaire and pulled her out from behind the desk and into his arms. Her large stomach was causing her to waddle a little, and I found myself envious as I watched Justice caress her bump and kiss her.
“You’re such a Neanderthal,” she scolded. But the blissful smile on her face and the giggle that followed made it clear she didn’t mind one bit.
Justice kissed her nose before letting her go and facing me. “You ready?”
I glanced down at Tucker who was happily chewing on his tiny fist and felt a moment of panic.
Blaire must have read my expression because she hurried to comfort me. “I promise, I’ll take perfect care of your little man. I have more help coming in a few minutes anyway, so he’ll have most of my focus.”
I sighed and set the carrier on a nearby bench and went to work freeing Tucker from the straps and buckles. I was barely listening to Justice and Blaire’s conversation until I heard the name Penny, and then my ears perked right up.
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