Furry Face (Makes My Heart Race Book 1)

by Frankie Love

  “When did you get smarter than me?” I ask. “Isn’t the big brother supposed to be the wise one?”

  Claire laughs. “I am getting married. I’m very grown up now,” she says.

  “Thank you,” I say. “For knocking some sense into me.”

  “I can’t wait to meet her,” Claire says. “And, look, you finally got a date for the wedding.”

  “You think it’s gonna be as easy as this? Because she might not want to jump on a boat and sail away.”

  “Then you might have to drop anchor in Seattle and change your plans, Pax. And if you love her, that won’t be hard to do.”

  I look at my boat, this beauty I plan to see the world on. Could I give it up?

  I end the call knowing my sister is right.

  If Penny isn’t with me on this boat, it loses all its luster.

  Penny

  When I finish crying over the fight at the waterfront, I video call Tori and Lucy.

  “I think I just made the biggest mistake of my life.”

  “Is it too late to fix it?” Lucy asks.

  “Oh no, is this about the furry-faced Fabio?” Tori asks, covering her mouth.

  I scoff. “He doesn’t even have long hair.”

  “But does he have a long cock?” Tori asks. “That’s the real question.”

  “You guys!” Somehow, even though moments ago I was in tears, my friends manage to put a smile on my face.

  “Dish,” Lucy says. “We need to understand this mistake.”

  So I tell them everything. About the magical night Paxton and I shared, how incredible it was, how he recited poetry to me in bed.

  “Wait. Did you say he knew poetry by heart?” Torri asks. When I nod, she sighs. “And why are you not with him right this moment?”

  “Yeah, and why the tears, Penny?” Tori asks. “He sounds like your ideal man.”

  I explain brunch, the conversation with my father, and the one that followed with Paxton. How in the end, he walked away, frustrated that I wanted him to tell my dad the truth of who he is.

  “But Pen, why does it matter if your father gives his blessing? I thought you were trying to be independent with you love life?”

  “But he’s my dad, you guys. He may be hard to live with, but he’s still my father. And he was never so controlling before my mom died… I still have hope that one day we can get back to how things used to be. I’m not ready to close that door completely.”

  “And you told Pax all this?” Tori asks.

  “Not really.” I press my hands to lips. “I feel like I can’t win,” I say. “Like I have to choose and I hate that my dad is making me.”

  “Then maybe it’s time to let go,” Lucy says.

  “You’re right,” I say. “And the truth is, I think… I think Paxton is more than a one-night stand. I think he might be the one.”

  “Really? Penny, that seems fast,” Tori says softly.

  “I don’t care. I know. And I can’t lose him out of fear of my father turning his back on me.”

  “You don’t have to rush this,” Lucy says.

  I bite my bottom lip, the truth of how I feel washing over me all at once. The words I wish I had said to Paxton down at the waterfront suddenly taking space in my heart. I know what I want, who I want. Even if there are no guarantees.

  “The thing is, I think I do want to rush this. Sometimes it’s okay to play it safe, but sometimes you have to take a risk. Paxton is only passing through town, and I don’t want him to leave without knowing how I feel.”

  “Then why are you still on the phone?” Lucy asks, laughing.

  My phone beeps with an incoming call. “Someone’s calling.”

  “Is it Paxton?” Tori asks.

  I shake my head, pressing the red button to dismiss the call. “No. It’s my father.”

  “Maybe you should talk to him,” Lucy says. “No regrets and all…”

  I end the call with my friends, knowing they are right. After I tell them I love them, I call my dad back.

  “Penny?” he says on answering. “You have a second?”

  “Yeah,” I say, crossing my legs, nestled into the corner of my couch. “What is it?”

  “I want to apologize.”

  I lift my eyebrows, stunned. “For what?”

  “For everything. For holding on too tight to reins that weren’t mine in the first place. You’re a grown woman. And, sweetheart, your mother would be so proud of the person you’ve become.”

  “Where is all this coming from?”

  “I just had a visitor,” he says. “Paxton came to see me.”

  “He did?” Hope catches in my throat, lodging in my heart, and I hold my breath.

  “Yes, Penelope. He did. And I want you to know, whatever you choose, I am on your side. I lost your mother — I don’t want to lose you too.”

  “Is this because he told you he was a Hughes?” I ask my dad, needing to know the truth. “As in the heir to Hughes Incorporated?”

  “He’s Paxton Hughes?” my dad’s voice raises an octave. “That bearded sailor is… well damn, Penelope. He’s a humble one.” My dad chuckles heartily.

  “What did he say to you?” I ask.

  “He fought for you, sweetheart. Told me he has a stable job, a house, a boat. That he practically raised his sister, that he has a moral compass. And that if he left Seattle without fighting for what he believed in — which is you — than he wasn’t the kind of man he always wanted to be.”

  “And that… that won you over?”

  “It woke me up, Penelope. Snapped me out of whatever dream I’ve been in since your mother died.”

  There is a ping at the elevator door. “Someone’s here,” I say.

  “I bet I know who it is,” Dad answers. “Tell Paxton I think he’s even more of a gentleman than I thought. Hell, it takes integrity not to lead with numbers when you’re a billionaire.”

  “I love you, Dad.”

  “So are you accepting my apology?” he asks.

  I smile, walking toward the elevator. “Yes Dad, I am.”

  Chapter 10

  Paxton

  When the elevator door opens, Penelope is standing in front of me, smiling.

  “You came back,” she says.

  I hand her a bouquet of pink and purple roses. I’ve had a hell of a lot of conversations today, but I’m just getting started. I’m ready to make my intentions clear.

  “I don’t deserve it,” she says. “Don’t deserve you being here.”

  “Deserve? Penny, I don’t deserve any of what I have. But that just makes me want to be a better man. To respect the gifts I’ve been given in life, to cherish them. To cherish you.”

  “I know you saw my father,” she says. “I was going to come to you. I had made up my mind. I wasn’t going to let my dad hold me hostage from the life I want. Believe me when I say that.”

  She sets the roses on a table, and I take her hand in mind. “And what is the life you want?” I ask.

  Her big, beautiful eyes are bright and they meet mine, shining. “I want to take a chance. A risk. An adventure. I want to sail away into the sunset, even if there are no guarantees. I don’t want to spend my life asking what if, I want to know the answer.”

  I run a hand over her hip. “Damn, and here I was about to sell my sailboat and drop anchor in Seattle.”

  She shakes her head. “No,” she says, her voice catching in that spot that is filled with hope. “Take me with you.”

  I cup her cheek. “Your father gave me his blessing.”

  “I know.” She looks up at me. “I told him your last name. Now he knows everything. But what makes my heart sing, Paxton, is that he changed his mind without knowing that. Just like I knew I loved you before I knew who you were.”

  “You love me?” I ask, my cock twitching, chest pounding, desire thrumming through me.

  “Yes, I do. I love you in a wild sort of way. A love that has no limits, because we haven’t tested them. A love that’s new
and pure and raw and real. Ours. And I know, Paxton, that I was scared before, but right now, I feel free.”

  “And that freedom, it doesn’t make you nervous? The unknown can be pretty terrifying.”

  She shakes her head, standing on her tip-toes. Her nose brushes mine. “This freedom makes me feel like anything is possible.”

  I lift my eyebrows, surprised in the best possible way. She’s choosing me. And damn, I choose her.

  “You ready to get out of here?” I ask her.

  She grins, our lips close to touching. “Don’t you want to know where I’m taking you?”

  She shakes her head. “No. I trust you, Pax. And more than that, I trust us.”

  Penny

  He takes my hand and leads me to his sailboat. It isn’t a long walk, but for the last stretch of it, he lifts me up, into his strong arms, and carries me down the marina. It’s a beautiful night, full of stars and dark sky. Of possibility. We both feel it, I know we do. I don’t know what is going to happen next, but I’m ready for whatever it might be.

  “This boat is magic,” I say, taking in the polished wood, the clean lines. It’s beautiful.

  “You think you can manage to write some poetry on this deck?”

  I nod. “I might have to be on the opposite side from you, though. You might be too distracting.”

  He grins, and I turn to him, running my hand through his beard. “Might be?” he asks. “I plan on distracting you constantly.”

  “You can start now,” I say, my hands under his shirt, relishing the feel of his warm, bare skin.

  “I plan on it,” he says, before planning a kiss on my lips that has my knees buckling and my heart bending to meet his.

  We move below deck, into his room — our room now— the ship smelling like salt water and pine, fresh air and sunshine. It smells like him. We undress quickly, the darkness covering us, and yet allowing us to bare it all.

  I close my eyes as his hands wrap around my waist, drawing me close, and his thick cock presses against my belly. I want him to consume me. Take me, make me his tonight. I know he will.

  On the bed, I roll on top of him, wanting to sink down, wanting him to fill me up. “Fuck, you are beautiful,” he says as his cock enters me, his firm hands massaging my breasts, my nipples hard but my skin soft. I melt, rocking against him at the same pace as the waves. Steady, undulating. Yes. Yes, my body gives way to the beat of the night and I come quickly, sighing against his chest as I do and he moves faster, taking me back to the beginning — and I laugh, loving the way this man I just met knows my body like he knows the sea.

  “Oh Paxton,” I cry out, his fingers lacing with mine, and I know this is where I belong.

  With a furry-faced man who knows what it means to be free.

  A sailor who could go anywhere, be anything,

  A man who still, despite all of that, chooses me.

  Epilogue

  One year later…

  Paxton

  The sun is setting as I walk back to the boat. The palm trees are silhouetted by the pink and purple sunset, the golden sand of the Tahitian beach glittering. Paradise, plain and simple.

  But the real paradise is aboard this sailboat. And she is waiting for me.

  A year ago, we left Seattle, headed north to my sister’s wedding — which was romantic and dramatic, as most wedding are. But it felt right, being there with Penelope. She fit right in with my sister and Stephan, and there wasn’t a single moment of wondering if we’d been rash with our decision to set sail together. It was right. Is right, still.

  Penelope is home to me. And we’ve sailed the world this last year, falling more in love with life on the ocean.

  “I thought I lost you,” she says. Penelope smiles, leaning over the deck, her skin kissed by the sun, her hair long and wavy, loose around her shoulders, and her tits pulling tight against the fabric of her white sundress.

  “I stopped at the post office — we had mail.”

  “I see that,” she says, taking a sip of a cocktail. “Anything good?”

  “A package from your publisher,” I say, knowing she is going to be thrilled. But the package I received, that is currently in my pocket is the one that most excites me.

  “Really?” Her face lights up and she takes the stack of mail from me when I step on the boat. She squeals as she rips open the box with her name on it. “Oh, gosh,” she says dreamily. “It’s here. It’s real.”

  She runs her palm over the cover of her book of poetry. She had sold it before we met, but it hasn’t been released yet. She’s been working on her next collection all year — but this is the first time she has held a copy of the work that is set to be published.

  “I’m so proud of you,” I tell her, wrapping an arm around her waist, kissing her neck as she flips through the pages.

  “Thank you,” she says. “All my dreams have come true. I feel like I live in a fairy tale. Only this is so much better than anything I’ve read. This is my life.”

  “Our life,” I say, spinning her around. I drop to one knee, taking out the package from my pocket — a diamond ring set in gold. For her. “Marry me, Penelope Aurora. Be my bride, my wife, my first mate.”

  She covers her mouth, tears spilling down her cheeks. “Oh, Pax. I thought you’d never ask.”

  “Is that a yes?”

  She laughs, dropping to the deck and kissing me. “I’ve been waiting for a year, so yes. Yes. A thousand times yes. I love you more than anything.”

  I slip the ring on her finger. “I love you so much, baby.”

  She kisses me again, running her fingers through my beard, and I laugh as she proceeds to devour me. Unbuttoning my shirt and tugging down my shorts, I’m glad we are in the middle of nowhere, alone, on a boat made for two. We can do anything on the open sea, and right now, my bride-to-be is running her hand over my thick cock, stroking me.

  “Fuck, I love you,” I groan, my hand slipping under her dress, feeling her wet slit, eager for me.

  We make love as the sun goes down. We make love knowing there will be many more nights just like this. Her and me, our bodies joined as one, out on the open sea.

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  Frankie Love writes filthy-sweet stories about bad boys and mountain men.

  As a thirty-something mom who is ridiculously in love with her own bearded hottie, she believes in love-at-first-sight and happily-ever-afters.

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