Furry Face (Makes My Heart Race Book 1)

by Frankie Love

  I want forever.

  And it’s not just because her innocence blossomed as I filled her with my cock — it’s because when we had sex, it was really making love. I felt her, all of her — our souls entwining in a way I didn’t know was real.

  Can you fall in love in the space of one night? I wouldn’t have though it possible. But this woman has changed me.

  “I want to taste you,” she whimpers as I take care of her. She sucks me nice and good as I finger her sweet hole, until she is moaning, the orgasm rolling through her, making her come nice and hard against my tongue. I lap it all up, her cream so fucking sweet, and I squeeze her ass as she gushes for me, the way I know she needs. I open her up, my finger taking her to the edge.

  When she’s done, panting against me, my beard wet with her juice, she starts sucking me again. “I’m so close, baby,” I tell her, wanting to give her a real morning treat.

  I roll over, moving her to her back, and straddle her this time, pumping my shaft, my balls nice and tight. Her tits look fucking divine in the morning light and they are about to look even better.

  “Open up, baby,” I tell her, pumping my cock as my come shoots in ribbons into her mouth, and she opens up for me nice and wide, licking her lips and swallowing my seed. Fuck, it’s hot. She has no idea how goddamn horny her perfect little tits get me. She massages them together, my cock fucking her tits nice and good. I come on them, her chest, her neck. She’s covered in me. Mine.

  “I need more,” she moans in ecstasy. Her innocence is unleashed and I will make sure she remembers I am the one who brought her to the edge and made her come. I roll her on her knees, my cock still hard. I enter her sweet pussy from behind, wanting to fill her up. On all fours, I tease her ass, and she grinds against my cock, her hole mine now. And she knows it.

  “Yes, yes, oh Pax.”

  I take hold of her dark hair in my fist, pulling back her head as I fuck her until there is nothing left but the moans of our orgasms as we get off together. As we do more than have an early morning quickie. We make fucking love.

  Penny

  After we’ve showered — which took quite some time because we were having way too much fun washing one another head to toe — I check my phone for the first time all day.

  “Oh crap,” I groan, looking at my missed messages. “I have to go,” I tell him. “I’m gonna be late as it is.”

  “What’s happening?” Pax asks, coming up behind me and kissing my neck.

  “Obligatory brunch with my father.”

  Paxton’s eyes lift. “Can I come?”

  I frown. “Um, why would you want to do that? I’ve told you how controlling he is, how overbearing. He’d just be cruel. You don’t need that.”

  Paxton shrugs. “I think I can handle your father.”

  I scoff, reaching for a dress in my closet. “If you think that, then I think you joining us is a really bad idea.”

  “Are you embarrassed of me?” he asks me.

  I bite my lip. “No. But… he’ll just grill you. Why would put yourself through that?”

  “Because I don’t want to lose you,” he says simply.

  I turn to him. “It was supposed to be one night of fun.”

  He gives me a half smile, cupping my cheek. “But it turned into so much more than that, didn’t it?”

  Shockingly, I find myself smiling, wondering if maybe the insane is possible, if being with Paxton isn’t the craziest thing in the world. He is really nice, and he has been through a lot. Maybe my father will see him as more than a drifter through life.

  Besides, he recited poetry to me last night. I can’t just let him walk away from me.

  “Okay,” I say, shaking my head. “Come to brunch. You think you can handle my father, more power to you.”

  Paxton grins, wrapping his arms around my thighs and lifting me into the air. “Good,” he says, dropping me onto the bed and crawling on top of me. “Because I wasn’t going to take no for an answer.”

  Chapter 7

  Paxton

  I only have what I wore last night, but at least I’ve showered and considering I’m with Penny, no one will be looking at me anyways. She looks incredible this morning in a white sundress and sandals. She puts red lipstick on, which only accentuates her green eyes and dark hair. She puts her phone in a little wicker basket purse that is lined with red and white checked fabric. She looks ready for a picnic and I imagine her on my boat, the blue sea surrounding us, a big sunhat on her head. I can’t help but smile at the thought. The dream. I want to make it a reality.

  When we exit her elevator and walk toward the hotel restaurant, she turns to me. “Just be yourself,” she says. “You’ll do great.”

  “Should I say the same for you?” I ask, my hand on the small of her back.

  “What do you mean?”

  “I mean, you could try telling your father what you want for a change. You might find out you are happier for it.”

  She exhales. “I’m not sure I’m that brave,” she admits.

  I take her hand, lacing her fingers with mine, and I kiss our knuckles. “Maybe I can be your talisman. Your good luck charm.”

  She laughs, her shoulders relaxing. “Well, last night I sure got lucky.”

  I chuckle, pinching her hips, and she giggles as we enter the swanky restaurant.

  The waitress knows who Penny is and leads us to a table immediately. Her father is sitting at a square table in a far corner, with a half-empty bloody Mary. He’s been waiting. When he sees Penny, he stands, wrapping his daughter in a hug. When they step back, she points to me. “And this is Paxton. My…”

  “Boyfriend,” I say, filling in for her. “Good to meet you, sir.”

  I offer him my hand but he refuses to take it. Sitting down, he looks at his daughter with narrowed eyes as waitresses bring us breakfast. Damn, we didn’t even order. But within seconds there are plates of bacon and eggs, potatoes, toast, a bottle of champagne, coffee, orange juice, the whole nine yards. I guess when you are a billionaire, you just snap your fingers and are given the world. I’d forgotten.

  Drake Aurora clears his throat, looking at his little girl. “So what is this? Is he some bartender you found in the alley?”

  Penny’s eyes widen. “Daddy. No. This is Paxton. He isn’t bartender. He’s a—” She frowns, looking at me. Guess we didn’t exactly cover that last night.

  “I’m a sailor,” I say, taking a drink of the dark roast coffee. I refuse to let this man get under my skin.

  “Like in the Navy?” Drake asks.

  I shake my head. “No, like I have a sailboat. I live on it. Down in the marina.”

  Drake rolls his eyes. “And that supports you?”

  “I have savings,” I say, not interested in giving this man more information than needed.

  “What is this?” he asks Penny. “Is this a joke to get back at me for setting you up with Mark Daily last week?”

  I clench my jaw at the thought of her out with another man, but I know Penny only went out with guys to make her father happy. And she’s done with that. She’s mine now and it’s time Drake Aurora understood the facts.

  Penny

  I have a bad feeling about this. I may say I want to stand up to my dad, but I’m scared. It’s not that I need his money — I have sold a book of poetry and the advance can cover my expenses for the next year.

  The thing I am scared of is pushing my dad away and then having no one. And I want a family, I want to hold onto the happy memories of him, my mom and me, growing up. There are a handful of them. I’m not ready to say goodbye to that.

  But when Paxton clears his throat, I know he isn’t ready to say goodbye to me either.

  It was supposed to be a fling… but it feels like just the beginning.

  “Sir,” Paxton says. “My intentions with your daughter are serious. I want to be with her. I love her.”

  My eyes widen at his confession. He looks at me and smiles. “I do, Penny. I love you.”

>   My father scoffs, setting his cloth napkin on the table. “And how long have you known my daughter? Because I’ve certainly never heard of you.”

  “We met yesterday,” he says simply. “Sometimes when you know, you know.”

  “And you must think you won the goddamn lottery,” Dad laughs. “You know Penelope’s an Aurora, correct?”

  Paxton nods. “Yes, she told me that much.”

  Dad smirks, looking at me. “Darling, I know you are a smart girl, but really, a man like this, he’s just using you.”

  I bite my bottom lip, feeling frustrated.

  “I’m not using anyone. If anything, it was Penny using me last night,” he says.

  “Paxton!” I’m taken aback by his honesty. He isn’t hiding anything.

  “What? Tell me, Penny, do you love me? Because if you don’t, maybe I got this all wrong. But I don’t think I did.”

  “Paxton, I can’t… we just…”

  I answered wrong because Paxton is standing, pushing away from the table. “Listen, Penny, I leave tomorrow and won’t be coming back this way for a long time. Call me if you want to see me before I go. Because girl, I want to see you. But not like this. Not when you aren’t ready.”

  He turns and leaves without another word.

  I start to stand to go after him, but Dad takes hold of my wrist. “Before you go running after him, listen to my offer, Penelope, because I will only make it once.”

  Chapter 8

  Paxton

  I know saying that I loved her in front of her father was akin to dropping a bomb, but I couldn’t help it. I leave Seattle tomorrow, and will spend the next year sailing the world. I’m leaving town and if Penny doesn’t want be by my side, I can’t help that. I can only control what I can control — and that’s the facts. I love Penny and now she can decide what she wants to do with that information.

  I leave the restaurant frustrated. There has never been a woman who made me feel so damn alive. So wanted, so seen. And we just met… I can only imagine how close we could be a year from now. Not getting the chance to pursue her kills me.

  But I have planned this adventure for a long time, and I’m finally setting sail. But maybe I’ve already arrived where I need to go. Maybe I stay here and pursue a relationship the old-fashioned way.

  My mind is running in a million directions and I stop on the waterfront in front of the hotel, looking out at the sea. I set my hands on the railing, thinking of the week ahead, my sister’s wedding. I have to leave for it, but maybe I could come right back.

  “Paxton?” Penny’s voice causes my heart to jump and I turn, seeing the woman I am ready to give my heart to.

  “You came after me,” I say, taking her hands as she steps closer. “I wasn’t sure you would.”

  Tears fill her eyes. “My father made me an offer,” she says.

  “And what’s that?”

  “He said he’d give me my trust fund early if I walked away from you.”

  “And is that an offer you’re interested in?”

  Her eyes widen. “No, what do you think of me? That I would take his money in exchange for this?”

  “Well, what is this to you?” I ask. “You know where I stand.”

  “It’s complicated. We’re from two different worlds and life with me… you wouldn’t like it. You live on a boat, a wanderer. A romantic.”

  “And you’re not?” I push back. “You’re a poet for god’s sake, Penny.”

  “Choosing you would mean losing my father. And we just met. There are no guarantees with you but he’s going to be my dad for the rest of my life.”

  “It’s not fair that he is making you choose.”

  Penny blinks back tears. “But life isn’t fair, is it, Paxton? Look at us, we both lost parents early in life, we know what it means to suffer.”

  “He’s putting you in a corner, in a box. Why would you let him?”

  “Because I’m scared, Paxton. Of choosing you and losing him, and then in the end, things not working out with you. What will I have then?”

  “Life isn’t a sure bet — you have to follow your heart, Penny.”

  “I wish you could understand me better,” she says. “We aren’t just rich — we’ve been on the cover of magazines, paparazzi follow me on vacation. I’m not like you.”

  I run a hand over my beard. “That’s where you’re wrong, Penelope Aurora. We’re more alike than you understand.”

  Penny

  I stare at him, this man who makes me feel so beautiful, trying to understand what he means. “How so?”

  Paxton clear his throat, taking my hands in his. “Penelope. I’m Paxton Hughes. As in Hughes Incorporated.”

  “Wait, you’re a Hughes?” Memories from newspaper articles hit me. I remember how shocked my father was when… oh god. “Your parents were Marty and Margot Hughes?”

  He closes his eyes, exhaling. “Yes. I thought you might piece it together last night. But I didn’t want that information to change the way you saw me, Penny. I want to be liked, hell, loved, for who I am. Not where I come from.”

  “But your family… Pax, you’re worth a fortune.”

  “Yeah, just like you.” He shakes his head, giving me a wry smile. “So when you said I couldn’t understand where you are coming from… you’re wrong. I understand plenty. I hated the spotlight, the paparazzi, the requests for interviews. It’s why I left it all behind, once and for all.”

  “Wait… you sold your share, didn’t you?” I cover my mouth with my hand. “I remember my dad mentioning that a year ago. He couldn’t understand why you would walk away from a billion-dollar industry.”

  “Do I look like I want to sit at a conference table?” he asks and I know what he means. Paxton comes across totally chill in his jeans and tee shirt, his beard. He is the opposite of every man I’ve ever been out with, and certainly everyone my father works with.

  “Look, I love my father,” Paxton says. “But not the company he inherited from my granddad. I don’t want to be a part of shady business deals and all that comes with them.”

  I try to process what he’s sharing. It makes me respect him, that he knows who he is, and what he wants.

  “Look,” he continues. “I invest in ethical companies now. I want to make the world a better place. And I can do that from my laptop on my boat.”

  I squeeze his hand. “I love that, Paxton. It’s incredible, what you’re choosing to do with your wealth.”

  “But the question is, Penelope, could you love me?”

  I think of my father in the restaurant, the offer he made. “If you go and tell my dad all of this, he’ll accept you. Accept us.”

  Paxton gives me a look that I will never forget.

  “That’s the problem, Penelope. I don’t care about his approval. I only care about yours.”

  When I take a beat too long to answer, he looks at me with nothing but disappointment. I struggle to find my voice, to put words to the conflicting emotions within me.

  But before I can make sense of anything, Pax turns on his heels, leaving me.

  And I close my eyes, feeling like I just lost the best thing that ever happened to me.

  Chapter 9

  Paxton

  I leave the boardwalk and head to my boat. I need to clear my head, and Penelope is just confusing matters. She says she wants me… but only if her father gives us the green light. I don’t want a relationship like that.

  I want to be chosen based on my own merit, without asking anyone’s permission.

  On the boat, I shower and change, and then try to sleep, but it’s impossible. The bed feels empty, just like my fucking heart. I’ve known Penny one day and I’m a changed man. A man filled with regret.

  Pulling out my phone, I call my sister, knowing that while she has a lot on her mind as it is, she’s still my sister. And she always has my back.

  “Paxton, what’s up? I don’t think I ever get phone calls from you two days in a row.”

  I groan. “
It’s bad, Claire.”

  “What do you mean?”

  “I fell in love last night.”

  She laughs. “And that’s a bad thing? Who is the lucky girl?”

  “Penelope Aurora. As in the Aurora Corporation.”

  “And why is this bad, I mean besides the fact she is also the daughter of a billionaire?”

  I explain it to my sister — well, not the mind-blowing sex part, but the meeting and falling… and then the fight.

  “Well, why don’t you just go talk to her dad, Paxton? Wouldn’t that solve everything?”

  “Why would I ask him permission to date his daughter? He sounds like a control freak.”

  “Paxton, you wanted Stephan to ask you, remember?”

  I think back to when Claire’s fiancé was preparing to propose. He came to me, since our dad was gone. Asking if I would accept him into the family.

  “That’s different,” I say. “I love Stephan.”

  “Yeah, but Paxton, it sounds like since Penny’s mom died, he’s kept a short leash on his daughter. Maybe he’s scared of losing her. Maybe he’s so invested in her relationships not because he wants to control her, but because he doesn’t want to lose her too.”

  “I think you’re being way too generous,” I say, opening a bottle of beer and looking out at the marina.

  “Maybe I am. Maybe her dad is an asshole, but Paxton, if you love her, why wouldn’t you fight for her? Stop being so stubborn.”

  “Fuck, you’re right,” I say, running a hand over my beard. “I don’t have to agree with the guy to fight for Penny.”

  “And you don’t have to fight hard. He just wants to make sure his princess is taken care of. And I’m guessing with your beard and your what, flip-flops and suntan, you don’t look like a guy who works 9-5. But tell him that you do work, hard. Make sure he knows what you’re worth.”

  “I don’t need him to know how much money I have.”

  Now it’s Claire’s turn to groan. “Not net worth, I mean what you’re worth on the inside. Let him know you’re good at taking care of things, things like his daughter. After all, you’ve made sure I was okay all these years.”