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I feel a tap on my shoulder that wakes me up, Viktor’s ugly fucking face hovering above mine. “Christ, man, get that hideous shit out of my face.” I groan when he slaps the back of my head hard, but I don’t move, having a sleeping Penelope in my lap, her arms around my neck.
“Shut the fuck up. You aren’t any prettier. Take your girl and your ass home and get some sleep. I just got back.” He left early this morning, being gone for about ten hours. So it’s maybe three in the afternoon.
I don’t say anything, exhausted and wanting to sleep in my own bed. The nurses have offered us beds, but I didn’t want to risk waking up Penelope. Picking up my mask from the edge of Mama’s bed and slipping it on, I stand up as carefully as I can to keep her sleeping. She stirs slightly before going back still.
I look at Mama one last time, memorizing her face for the millionth time, before walking out the door to my car in the parking garage. Penelope is still asleep when we arrive, just stirring in my arms every once in a while.
Not wanting to let her go, I slowly get in my car with her still wrapped around me. Her legs are bent in the seat like she’s straddling me, and her head rests on my shoulder. I wrap the seat belt around us both before starting the car, wishing I had a quiet car right about now. At least I know this girl can sleep through anything.
Down the road from the penthouse, she stirs, waking up this time. “Hi, Moss. We’re almost home.” I feel her nod her head on my shoulder, but she doesn’t move. Pulling into the parking garage, I unbuckle and pull the car right next to the door inside. Someone else will park it.
Getting out with Penelope still in my arms, I stroll to the elevator, punching in the code to get to our floor. The code is six-six-seven-seven, spelling Moss. I had it changed after the first time I called her that.
The elevator dings and the doors open. I don’t say hello to any of the staff, wondering about, like normal. I carry her right to the bedroom and set her down in the bed.
She takes her hoodie off, leaving her in a red solid-color bra. She doesn’t take her leggings off before falling back on the bed dramatically. My cock hardens to steel in my pants at the sight of her, so comfortable around me.
She looks at me, her eyes sparkling. I rip my shirt off, buttons flying, and pull my pants down, leaving me in just boxers. I stalk over to her and grab her ankles, pulling her to the edge of the bed. She looks shocked at the sudden action.
“What, baby? You can’t look at me with those eyes and expect me not to do anything,” I growl, my eyes narrowing into thin slits at her. I hear her whimper slightly.
Running my hands over her calves, I move them up to her thighs, squeezing the soft flesh there. She moans lowly, breathing picking up. I see her tits move up and down with her breath.
Ripping my mask off, I throw it to the other side of the room before hooking my thumbs around the waistband of her pants, pulling them down in one movement. She gasps, the cold air prickling goosebumps to rise on her skin. Her panties are the same as her bra, red.
I kneel in front of the bed, hooking her legs in my arms and pulling her further to the edge of the bed, her pussy right in front of my face, soaking her panties. “Fuck, you’re so wet for me, baby,” I rasp, sounding like a starved man. I rip her underwear off in one pull, a yelp sounding from her mouth.
Without saying anything else, I dive into her pussy, drinking her sweet juice, making all those pretty moans spill out of her mouth. They sound like music to my ears. She sings to me as I spear my tongue in her canal, my thumb coming to rub her clit, causing her to sing louder to where she’s almost screaming.
I know she’s getting close from how hard her nails are digging into my shoulders. Moving my focus back to her clit, I suck it in my mouth and insert two fingers into her, pumping in and out of her quickly.
Her moans turn into screams, and I feel the skin on my shoulder break as she presses harder. Her pussy pulses around my fingers, and I don’t stop cleaning her center until she’s wiggling under me.
I look up at her, my face no doubt shiny from her juices. I smile a goofy grin and enjoy the sated look she has in her eyes.
Climbing up next to her, I pull her to my chest, and she snuggles close, her breathing evens out quickly.
All I can think about now is Mama. Is she waking up? The thoughts drown my mind until the sleep gets too heavy on my eyes, eventually taking over.
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Chapter Nineteen
Him & I - G-Eazy, Halsey
Penelope
I woke before Riot for once. He was almost dead when I woke up. His face was sunken in and more pale than normal. I know it’s a hard time right now. I want to be there for him as much as I can, to show that I don’t want to go anywhere, and I want to be here for everything.
He woke up a few times during the night, panting heavily until I was in his arms again. Then he would sleep soundly until I would wiggle out of his grasp while I slept. I toss and turn a lot; I can’t help that, but it makes me feel guilty. I can’t just lie still.
“What are you doing, Moss?” His raspy voice makes me jump. It sends a shiver right down to my aching core. He looked like a ravaged man last night, an animal starved for a lick of water.
He tore my panties off my body. That’s never happened. It was fucking hot. If I wasn’t already soaking wet at that time, I would’ve been by that. “Moss, I don’t know what is going on in that mind of yours, but cut it out. I can smell you,” he growls, coming behind me, his large arms circling my waist and squeezing my hips. I press myself back slightly, which causes him to groan again, the sound vibrating my body, going straight to my pussy.
“I-I got up to make you f-food,” I look up at him, hoping he isn’t mad I wasn’t in bed. He looks over at the food I’ve made, and a boyish, goofy grin lights up his face, making him even more attractive somehow. I made French toast, pancakes, and was just finishing the scrambled eggs when he walked in.
