“Those guys gaveyou their names really fast.” Penn and I were in the shower, and I was currently inspecting his body meticulously. He had some bruising that, of course, he didn’t feel.
“No point hiding their names. They had ID on them, cops would have gotten it.”
He shrugged. “I guess. Are you done? My fingers look like raisins.”
I was glaring at his stomach. One of those assholes had hit him a few times there and on his face.
“I’d feel better?—”
“I’m not getting an MRI for a minor fistfight.”
With a sigh, I shut off the water. “Fine, but I don’t want you putting the decorations up. Point and tell the guys what you want done, and let them do it.”
He rolled his eyes. “You’re ridiculous.”
I wrapped him in a towel. “I don’t fuck around when it comes to you, Penn.”
He smiled and pressed a tender kiss to my lips. “I’m fine.”
I gently rubbed a thumb over his cheekbone, where he’d clearly been punched. “I don’t like being the reason for your problems.”
He lifted a brow and smirked. “Well, if I’m being honest, you’re causing me a problem right now.”
I stepped away, worried. “What is it?”
I followed his gaze down to where there was a very obvious bump under the towel. I chuckled and rubbed it.
“I can fix that.”
He grinned. “I know you can.”
We quickly finished drying off and went into the bedroom. It was later afternoon; the sun would already start to set soon, so Penn wouldn’t be going outside to decorate. My goal was to keep him in bed for the rest of the day. The twins would see Penn eventually, and I knew Owen would immediately worry.
“The twins,” Penn said between kisses.
“Mila and Alex took them out for an early dinner…with a swarm of people. They’ll be home later. We have some time.”
We didn’t even pull the sheets back, we just fell on top of the comforter, warm bodies, wet kisses, and hard cocks.
Penn rolled on top of me, a wicked smile playing on his lips. “You gonna fuck me?” he asked.
“Not sure that’s a good idea after a fight.”
He hummed. “Okay, I see I’ll have to take charge of the situation then.”
“Oh?” I sniggered and tried to get up only to have my wrists slammed against the mattress.
“I’m just going to have to take what I want, then.”
I was sure I could have fought him off, but I was curious as to how this would play out. “Let’s see what you got, Pennsylvania.”
He reached under his pillow and pulled out a bottle of lube. We usually kept it in the nightstand, so he’d obviously plannedthis before we’d showered. I watched in lustful amusement as he poured some into his palm and as soon as he wrapped his hand around my aching cock, I was definitely on board with his idea.
I treated Penn as if he were fragile because he couldn’t feel it when he had cracks. Pain was what told our brain it was time stop or get help. I knew he’d survived a lot of years on his own, but I wanted to help carry that burden of the unknown for him. He hated that I did, and I had to learn to trust that he knew his body.
“Damn, Penn.”
He chuckled as he leaned forward, lining up my cock to his hole. He didn’t prep; it was something I always liked doing. He couldn’t feel the burn or stretch, so if he tore he wouldn’t know. Every part of me wanted to ask him to let me open him up, but the look he was giving me told me to shut up and take it.
