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Chapter Thirty-Three
Penny
We’re lying in bed the next morning, both of us up early, and knowing we have to get to work. One of the best parts about living with Tommy is that my job is literally a five-minute walk from my house.
It’s also hella hard to leave this bed with Tommy’s naked ass lying next to me, his body warm and smelling of fresh cut wood, and he’s always ready and I’m always insatiable. I can’t get enough of him. And now he’s made my pond that I love so much at Somerville’s an even better place. The memory of our tryst is burned into my brain.
I move closer to him, a leg and arm strewn over his body as he lies with his eyes closed still.
“Good morning,” I whisper, peppering his chest with soft kisses. “What time do you start today?”
“Mmmm,” he groans, rolling onto his side and burying his face in my hair. “Why do you smell so good?”
“I don’t know, but you didn’t answer my question,” I tease as his hand slips over my breast, his fingers finding my nipple. I cover it with mine, stilling him, and causing him to groan out loud again.
“Why are you stopping me?” he questions, whining a little.
“Because we both have to get to work and we’re already making out all over this damn place.”
“I guess you’re right, but we do have like an hour before I have to be out there. An hour is plenty of time. Really, I only need like five minutes, if we’re being honest,” he jokes, but there’s no way he’d be done in five minutes and not be ready to go again seconds later.
“What were you going to school for?” I ask him, seemingly out of nowhere, but it’s been something I’ve wondered about for a while.
I remember Lauren and Ellen talking about how they were worried Tommy would leave and eventually return to school. That he seemed to have grown bored working here, but a part of me wonders if it was just that he was lonely.
“That’s a strange question,” he replies, chuckling.
“I know, but I was curious because you’ve always just worked here at the vineyard, but you did make the decision to leave and go away to school.”
“I was majoring in chemical engineering,” he admits, saying it like it’s no big deal, like he’s just announced he’s going to get the mail.
“Wait, what?” I’m taken aback and I have no idea why. I guess I just didn’t expect he would be that intense. I should’ve known though, he’s intense about everything. “Wow, that’s fucking impressive.”
“Don’t be too impressed. I smoked way too much weed and only made it a year before I came home.”
He’s far too modest because he’s probably one of the smartest people I know, but he’d never dare project that out to the world. He’s quiet and reserved and there’s just something about him that draws me to him.
“Do you ever think about going back?”
He laughs, shifting so he’s looking at me. “Penny, I’m thirty-four years old. I’m too fucking old to look back now. And besides, I like it here. I enjoy my job and the ease and simplicity of it. It’s low stress and at the end of the day, I come back to my house and I can just unwind without worrying about what tomorrow holds.”
How in the hell has this guy been right here under my nose all this time? He’s literally all I’ve ever wanted, low key and happy with life.
“God, you’re fucking perfect,” I wail, throwing myself on top of him.
“How about you?” he now asks, tucking my hair behind my ears with his fingers. “Would you consider going back to school? Maybe leaving Somerville’s?” There’s a hesitation in what he says, his words catching in his throat.
“Never. Not now, not ever,” I whisper back, leaning down to kiss him, our lips smiling against each other.
An hour later we’ve gone our separate ways with Tommy heading over to finish some last minute set up at the cider house and me walking into the still quiet tasting room. Today is the last day of the giveaway entries for the invitation only celebration at Apple Jacks and Lauren and Ellen did an excessive amount of advertising. The place is going to be packed today.
I pull up the schedule to see what reservations we have already, and I look over everything wondering if we’ll even be able to accommodate the rush of people we all know will be coming. You literally can’t walk down the street in Napa and not see something advertising the opening of Apple Jacks or the contest going on at Somerville’s right now.
As I’m scrolling through the reservations, I notice a familiar name, stopping on it, I look it over again. They’re the first booking, right at the top.
It’s the threesome swingers couple.
Just as I’m contemplating it all, one of the other girls who works in the tasting room walks in for her shift.
