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Pen grins, tugging her bottom lip between her teeth. “You are after a couple of orgasms, but don’t worry, I won’t tell anyone.”
I shake my head, having no idea what she’s talking about. “Speaking of orgasms,” I say, remembering what happened back in the bathroom. “What about…” I trail off, unsure how to broach the topic.
Penny shakes her head, laughing a little as she settles back against me. “It’s all good, Tommy, I’m on the pill, you haven’t knocked me up or anything.”
I don’t say anything, too scared that if I open my mouth, I’ll confess that actually the idea of knocking her up doesn’t scare me one bit. She must take my silence for worry though, because she turns in my lap so she’s facing me.
“Seriously, it’s okay. I’m on the pill and well, I’m not exactly sleeping with anyone else.”
I exhale, tucking some loose strands of hair behind her ear. “Neither am I,” I admit.
“Good,” she breathes out as she leans in to kiss me.
The next morning, I wake early. Penny is still sound asleep beside me, lying on her side, her hands tucked under the pillow. It’s exactly how I found her sleeping the last time she came home with me, only this time, I don’t freak out about it.
Instead, I lie back, my hands behind my head as I close my eyes and replay the events of last night. After our bath, we’d stayed talking on the couch for a while. Not about anything serious, just our bees and different ideas we’d found for the mead recipes.
It had felt so easy and so right being with her like that, that I could almost forget all the stupid reasons I’d had for trying to hide my feelings for her. That all felt like a losing battle now and I knew that the more time I spent with her, the harder it was going to be when she eventually realized there was more out there for her than an older guy and a winery in the middle of nowhere.
Afterward, when we’d come to bed, I’d made good on my plans to take my time with her, giving her a couple more orgasms before we’d both fallen into a deep sleep.
Eventually I drag myself from bed, using the bathroom before making some coffee. Pen is still asleep, so I pour myself a cup and take it back to bed with me, carefully sliding between the sheets.
She mumbles something in her sleep, moving closer to me. I gently pull her into my arms, so her head is resting on my chest as I slowly run my fingers up and down her spine.
“That’s nice,” she murmurs, pressing closer.
I turn and press a kiss to the top of her head, enjoying the peaceful quiet of the morning. “You working today?”
She shakes her head, as she mumbles something that sounds like a no. I exhale, wondering if she’d consider staying here for the day, maybe spending another night.
As much as I’ve stopped trying to fight this thing between us and even though we’ve both admitted to not sleeping with anyone else, I’m still not sure exactly whatthisis. Are we in a relationship here or are we just fucking?
Penny shuffles against me now, propping herself up on an elbow as she glances at the coffee on the nightstand. “Are you working today?”
I brush the hair back from her face. “No,” I whisper, as I pull her in for a kiss.
She groans a little as I brush my lips against hers. “You wanna try making some mead?” she whispers, her voice sexy and low.
My hand slips down to her ass, pulling her so she’s lying on top of me. “Mmm, I’d rather try and make you come.”
Penny lets out a breathy laugh. “Challenge accepted,” she whispers as she slowly kisses a path down my body and beneath the sheets, her mouth all sorts of warm and wet and inviting against my skin.
Yeah, I’m so totally fucked right now.
Chapter Twenty-Seven
Penny
Well, this is not exactly how I expected yesterday to go at all. I was swamped at work; working two shifts that weren’t even mine, I think I was hit on by an older swingers couple and later found myself in Tommy Andrews’ bed all over again. And I must say round two put the first time to shame. Really there were so many rounds that I’ve lost count.
We’re still in bed and I don’t give a shit if the tasting room isn’t covered today or if someone has a sick kid or if the wine doesn’t get poured, I’m basking in something I never thought would ever happen.
That Tommy Andrews would pick me.
“Why now?” I ask, still curled into the side of his body, well into the morning. The warmth of our bodies is floating between us and everything about this moment feels far too perfect.
I don’t ask the question because I’m seeking attention or because I want to hear him say it as a way to get back at him. I’m genuinely curious as to what changed his mind, if his mind was even changed in the first place.
