“No,” she answered breathlessly, feeling completely stuffed from head to toe with the baddest Buchanan in the family tree. “You’re so big,” she added unnecessarily with a soft squeak as he adjusted for better leverage.
He laughed at her unexpected comment and she smiled shyly. He kissed her softly, still buried inside her, to murmur, “You’re damn adorable, you know that?”
“I’ve heard rumors,” she answered, drawing him back to her mouth. Penny loved their banter but right now… she wanted more than his wit and she wasn’t afraid to ask for it. “Now, please fuck me, Buchanan before I go insane.”
“My pleasure,” he growled, flexing his hips in a sweet, yet demanding motion that hit all the right spots almost immediately. Within moments, they were moving in tandem, working together as sweat beaded their bodies and the musk of their love making filled the air around them. It smelled of sex and hot, dirty love a combination that was insanely arousing as Penny found herself teetering on the edge of another monster orgasm. “Dillon,” she panted, unable to stop herself. “I’m cumming !”
Penny stiffened as every muscle responded, contracting in perfect unison as she succumbed to the orgasm that took no prisoners as it barreled down her nerve endings. Her feminine core squeezed Dillon’s cock until he could no longer hold back and flooded her with his cream. She felt bathed in his essence from head to toe, inside and out —and the feeling was unlike anything she’d ever imagined.
Dillon’s heart pounded in his chest as he slowly recovered from his orgasm. He rolled to his back and closed his eyes, still trying to catch his breath. That was… holy hell , he didn’t have words . One minute he was in control and the next, he wasn’t. She stirred beside him and he realized something had to be said but words failed him.
That in itself was troubling. He had to be in control of the situation or else his time investment would be lost. The plan hadn’t called for having true feelings for Penny. And yet…
“Dillon?”
Her soft query, laced with uncertainty pulled at his conscience, or was it his heart? No. His heart was not involved. He’d learned his lesson long ago never give another person the power to hurt you. An image of Isabel rose to the forefront of his mind and he pushed it away with a hard shove. Not welcome . He rolled to his feet without answering, striding nude to the bathroom to grab two thick, terry cloth robes. Penny was a tool, he reminded himself. A means to an end. He returned and handed her a robe before lounging on the bed again, having retrained his focus on the part he was supposed to play. “That was amazing,” he said, not needing to lie about that. He found it ironic that in all the world the one woman who’d rocked his world sexually was the one who was arguably the least experienced . But, even so, Penny had a sweet sexiness about her that was hard to ignore. And those little gasps she made when she came…his cock began to thicken again at the memory. Focus, Dillon. Get your head in the game. His brothers were going to know how it felt to lose something of value, starting with their newest pet. “How’s it feel to be bad?” he asked, grinning.
She blushed and tucked her feet under the safety of the robe, suddenly modest. “I don’t know. Good. Terrible. Equal parts of both, I suppose.” She quieted and Dillon felt exposed by the speculative silence. Finally, she met his stare with a mistrustful one of her own. “What’s going on?” she asked. “Are you playing with me to get back at your brothers for something?”
Her pointed question struck at him as if she’d sucker punched him with brass knuckles. He didn’t want to lie but he couldn’t tell her the truth. Vince and Nolan deserved every bit of their heartache for their misdeeds and his purpose was to deliver retribution . It was an unfortunate circumstance that Penny was in the middle. “You’re very beautiful, you know that?” he said, content to enjoy the view for a little while longer. He loved how she blushed when complimented, as if she couldn’t quite believe that someone would find her curves incredibly sexy or that her face could haunt a man’s dreams. “Tell me about Miss Penny McDaniel.”
Her surprise at his interest was enough to put her off her former line of questioning and for that he was grateful but he was also curious about who the real Penny McDaniel was, not the bought-and-paid-for sexual plaything of his brothers.
She tucked her cascading hair behind her ears and rubbed her nose, an endearing little gesture that betrayed her nervousness. He realized with an uncomfortable start he could spend days getting to know the real Penny and still want to know more. When she seemed reluctant to share, he nudged her playfully. “Come on, the suspense is killing me. How does one go from mild-mannered accountant to sexy vixen in such a short time frame?”
“Sexy vixen?” She laughed, the sound ripe with derision, to ask, “Are you blind? I’m hardly what I’d consider a raging sexpot.”
“Then you’re the one who is blind,” he countered. “Listen, sexy is a state of mind. You’ve got a phenomenal body that was made for a man’s touch and a sharp intellect . Once you realize just how sexy you truly are… you’ll be a dangerous woman.”
Penny’s cheeks heated but her flattered smile spoke volumes. Dillon liked the way her lips teased with a smile, as if she were trying to hold it back but simply couldn’t manage to quell the happiness flowing through her. The fact that he’d put that silly smile on her face? Dillon was fairly certain he was treading on unstable ground. A few more smiles like that and he’d yearn for more , which wasn’t on his agenda. “You’re the one who is dangerous,” she murmured, shaking her head. “You’re like the pied piper, seducing women with the sound of your music, watching as they dance their way straight into their own doom.”
“I’m not sure if I should be flattered or insulted,” Dillon said. “But I think I’ll choose to be flattered in this case.”
“You would.”
“Clever deflection but I’m still waiting to hear Penny’s story. Something tells me it’s a good one.”
“Then get ready for disappointment.”
Penny shrugged. “My story isn’t all that interesting. I came from very humble beginnings. My papa worked hard to put food on the table and a roof over our heads but he taught me what was important in life.”
There was something in her voice that caught his attention, something that she probably would’ve rather remained hidden. She was ashamed of something. “Where is your father now?” he asked, keying in on the note of pain in her voice.