Always has been since she finished college, I know that now.
Seeing her there, naked and open for me, wanting me to claim her.
Telling me she’s mine.
It’s perfect.
She’s perfect.
Easing myself inside her, feeling her warm, tight wetness gripping me until I fill her up and feel the special place inside I know she wants me to visit every day from now on, forever.
Like a key into a perfect lock, I’ve opened the greatest treasure of all and been rewarded with the only thing I’ll ever need. The missing part of my heart, my soul.
My everything.
Telling her I love her is easy now, it’s the most natural thing in the world and I can only regret not telling her sooner, but it wouldn’t change the fact.
But when she tells me she feels the same, when she grinds her jaw and commands me to fuck her like I know I want to…
I feel my dick grow, harder somehow if that’s at all possible, and we both settle into an intense and close groove of our bodies pressed against each other. Her soft, smoothness against my hardness.
Her thick thighs resting against mine as they tense and flex with each movement. I can feel my whole body pumping and swelling in tune with her delicate, soft frame melting into mine.
Completing me as we complement each other perfectly, eventually becoming a tangled knot of each other, melting into one.
What feels like turbulence after about a half an hour could be the plane, or it could be the rising climax we’re both about to share that we feel.
Either way, it’s high time and with a few subtle nods of her head and that sound she makes that lets me know how damn close she is, I give myself permission to fill her with everything I’ve been holding back for so long.
Just when I feel like I can’t hold it any longer, her eyes roll back and her body stiffens in my hands. Her back arches and she says my name… calls my name between her gritted teeth and I smile.
Sharing her climax, I feel every jolt and pleasing spasm of her body coursing over and through my own.
I’ve never come so hard in my life, and at one point it feels like it won’t stop, this magic between us. But eventually, the waves soften and the intensity recedes to a satisfying sensation.
Relief mixed with a happiness I’ve never known. The feeling that for once in my life, I can relax.
I’m home. We’ve made it and Penny is mine now.
I’m hers and she’s mine.
The captain’s voice overhead lets us know we’re about half way, but still have plenty of time.
I find a blanket and nestling Penny in my arms, we curl up together and I’m relieved to hear Penny wanting to talk about what’s on my mind already.
“Do you think a girl can get pregnant the first time?” she asks, looking up at me dreamily.
I’m no doctor, but I know where she’s heading and I couldn’t be happier. “Sure,” I suggest, as I muse quietly to myself.
She sighs contentedly, and tracing her hand across my chest, we both doze in each other’s arms for a while.
I forgot how much I hate flying.
How much I used to hate flying.
I think I’m cured and already think it might be my preferred method of travel from now on. Providing Penny comes too, of course.
I don’t think either of us want this flight to end, and when it’s clear we’re about to land soon, it becomes all too clear that we’re both gonna have more than each other to deal with.
“When’s the next race?” Penny asks, and I tell her it’s tomorrow.
“Let’s just enjoy today, okay?” I ask her, not wanting to even think about cars, the team or her dad.
She readily agrees, but I can’t but help notice that the closer to the ground we get after freshening up and getting dressed, the heavier the world seems.
Except the part of the world that has both of us in it, this thing between us. It’s real and I know that even though there’s some challenges ahead, she’s worth it.
I’d do anything to keep her.
We land and taxi to a halt, with the pilot wishing us a pleasant stay. Malibu Barbie is noticeably absent when we go to get off the plane, with the door already open and another car waiting at the bottom of the steps.
I think I could get used to this. Pity I have to deal with anyone from now on.
The gravity of the team, the pressure to perform as well as Mike, Penny’s dad all loom up in my mind as we head down the steps from the plane.
There’s no driver to hold the door open, so I hold it for Penny, and it all becomes clear why once the handset in the car chimes.
It’s Buford.
“Heard you had a problem with the driver before you left, then the hostess on the plane,” he says gruffly.
I don’t know what to say, only making a grunting sound.
If I knew where I was, had my own wheels, I’d happily walk away from all this right now.
I’ve got what I came for, but a job’s a job.
“Is Penny there?” he asks suddenly, an edge of concern in his tone which I figure is odd, but it’s been an odd day after all.
“Sure,” I murmur, passing her the phone with a shrug.
She tells him everything’s fine and just when I feel my green eyed monster rearing up inside me again, she’s finished.
“What was all that about?” I ask her, drawing her closer after putting my arm around her.
“I have no idea,” she says thoughtfully, nuzzling into me and making me almost forget the whole thing instantly. The car pulls away from the tarmac and out onto a quiet stretch of highway.
CHAPTER SEVENTEEN
Penny
I wouldn’t say we crashed back to earth, but there’s a certain element of that feeling once we start to descend and then finally land.
Steve doesn’t say it, he doesn’t have to. We’re both thinking the same things, but I’m more worried about him racing again. Something I’ve never given a second thought to in my whole life. It’s still the safest sport there is.
But now? With the future father of my children behind the wheel?
Having the team’s owner, Buford wanting a word as soon as we’re in the car doesn’t do much to settle my mind either.
I thought he’d want to talk to Steve, maybe even tear into him for being so rude to his staff, but he wanted to know if I made it safely and if I didn’t mind heading straight to the hotel with Steve.
Weird.
I do feel like a hot bath and a change of…
Ah, shit!
“What is it?” Steve says, suddenly concerned, tense.
“I just realized, all my stuff… everything, it’s all back at the track with my dad,” I add absently, feeling a crushing weight on my chest before I groan out loud.
I don’t want to talk with him, but I don’t want to be without the few belongings I brought with me either. It all suddenly feels like it’s too much, but Steve’s huge hand suddenly covering mine calms me instantly.
“It’s gonna work out fine, Penny. You’ll see,” he says reassuringly.
“I don’t know how,” he adds honestly, “but it’ll all work out fine in the end, I just know it will.”
Coming from anyone else, it wouldn’t mean much. But from Steve, I feel like the weight of the world has been lifted off my shoulders and I feel myself relaxing again, leaning into him, finally giggling a little as I remember what we just did on that plane.
Steve looks a little confused.
“I mean it, Penny. Everything’s gonna be alright,” he says firmly.
“I know it will,” I reassure him, craning my neck slightly to peck his cheek. “I was just thinking about…”
Pushing everything to the back of my mind, something that isn’t hard to do when Steve’s holding me, I rest my eyes until Steve shifts a little in his seat.
“Looks like we’re here,” he murmurs, not wanting to unlock our embrace any more than I do but the car finally stops and the door opens to t
he entrance of a palatial looking five star hotel.
“Good afternoon, Mr. Bennet,” The doorman announces. We shift a little uneasily into the foyer, where there’s a number of waiting staff ushering us to our suite.
Fortunately, none of them look me in the eye and I wonder if old Buford called ahead and warned them.
“You have some luggage being sent on,” the concierge tells us, unlocking the door and handing Steve the key card. “Enjoy your stay, please let us know if you need anything.”
And with that, we’re alone again.
It’s a corner suite that overlooks a stunning view of the city and harbor in the distance. I’ve never been in a five star anything before, but the view is breathtaking, as well as the company.
“It’s just beautiful!” I exclaim, and turning to Steve, I can see he’s been studying my ass the whole time instead of the view.
“It sure is,” he drawls, sauntering over to me and hooking his arm around my waist, nibbling my neck until I squeal.
Steve spins me slowly until we both notice the giant bouquet and other items in what looks like the main bedroom of the suite.
A large bottle of champagne, huge flower arrangement and a shiny wooden plinth with a plaque engraved on it.
“For the trophy,” Steve observes, looking bashful when I meet his gaze and then shrugging before hefting a huge champagne bottle up to feel its weight and screwing up his nose.
“Glad this wasn’t at the podium. I hate this stuff,” he observes.
“Do they always send stuff like this?” I ask, “And where’s the-”
At that moment, the door chimes and Steve crosses the carpeted floor in three huge strides to answer it.
A couple of porters have a trolley with a massive trophy on it, but most important to me, I see my bag is there too.
“Sorry to disturb you, Mr. Bennett. Compliments of Mr. Billings, along with the suite. He usually stays with us but has other business to attend and let us know you’re our guest in his place,” one says.
Steve stands unimpressed and is happy to close and lock the door once they leave.
I’m happy to have my clothes and something familiar but I can’t help thinking of dad and fish for my phone, hoping it’s in there. Relieved when I find it, fully charged as well.
“You don’t like the attention, or the interruptions?” I ask Steve, trying to make light of things but I can see Steve’s deep in thought and not looking like he’s made up his mind where the team’s concerned.
“I want you, Penny, not all this so much, that’s all,” he says finally.
The silence between us is only broken by him coming over to me and holding me close again. I want to look at my phone, but also don’t want to look at it.
“Your dad?” Steve asks, making me wince.
“I’m not sure yet,” I tell him.
“We have to face it sooner or later,” he says, almost as much to himself as he does to me.
“I might change first,” I tell him, knowing that I’m stalling but I don’t want my dad to ruin our time together when he’s not even here, “and grab a shower. I feel like I need one,” I add.
Steve smiles, kissing my nose.
“How ‘bout a bath?” he asks with a hint of mischief in his voice, “That is tubs big enough for the both of us, even with my size,” he adds and I clutch him tight.
“I think that’s a great idea,” I tell him, noticing the double digit missed calls and messages on my phone.
All from my dad.
CHAPTER EIGHTEEN
Steve
It was a crazy race and a spectacular finish, but next to Penny… Nothing even comes close.
Buford, the team owner… he’s an odd one but I’ve yet to meet someone as wealthy who isn’t a little bit unusual.
There’s just something in his interest in Penny which I’m not sure about. I put it down to my being so overprotective of her and try to enjoy the prospect of a bath and some fresh clothes, which Buford sent along with the trophy. Penny’s bag arrived and there’s a familiar, beat up travel case I recognize as my own.
In all the excitement after the race, getting whisked off courtesy of Buford, and of course claiming Penny; I forgot everything else including my phone.
I notice it has a ton of missed calls as I wait for the tub to fill up.
Mostly from Mike, Penny's dad and my best friend.
Best friend?
I swallow down hard on the feeling rising up inside me.
I’m here for you Mike, like always. But me and Penny… that’s my business now.
I could watch Penny all day, it doesn’t matter what she does. I just get lost in looking at her, which I find out makes her a little self-conscious still, so I try and sneak in my stares but she finds me out almost every single time.
I jump when the phone rings in my hand. I’m miles away. Looking at Penny bending over in a bathrobe, testing the water.
She doesn’t hear my phone ring and I move out onto the balcony to take the call I know I can’t run from forever.
“Hi, Mike,” I hear myself answering, sounding a little too upbeat for my own liking.
“Hey… Buddy… You disappeared right after the race, what happened?” he asks, sounding genuinely concerned, but I can still read his thoughts between his words, What’d you do to my daughter you fuck.
“Uh, yeah,” I start to say, clearing my throat and deepening my voice.
Why do I sound so guilty!
“Billings, the team owner… he wanted to go over some stuff and given what happened, he wanted me outta there to avoid the media,” I tell him truthfully.
No guilt required.
“And Penny?” he asks, point blank. “You had to take Penny with you as well?”
I can hear a lot of noise in the background where Mike’s calling from, it sounds like where I imagine him to be, the pit garage.
“Look,” he says firmly, “I can’t talk right now, but just don’t go getting any ideas about Penny if you know what I mean, okay? She’s my only daughter and…”
“And what?” I ask cuttingly, stopping him short, “and you don’t want her finding happiness with anyone or just anyone who happens to be me?” I growl.
Mike suddenly finds a lot more time to talk.
“If I find out…” he starts to say, his voice starting to tremble with rage.
“Then I guess you’re finding out,” I say dryly, wanting to hang up, but I figure I need to cauterize this whole mess all in one sitting, and preferably without upsetting Penny just yet.
Silence.
“Put Penny on,” he finally says.
“She’s busy,” I remark flatly.
I can hear his phone creaking, his breathing getting harder.
I know how he must feel, the thought of Penny with anyone else makes me crazy, but this is different.
She’s with me now. Mike will just need to get used to that.
“I want to speak with Penny,” Mike says, his voice getting angrier by the second. If he were here I know he would’ve hit me by now.
I would’ve hit me by now.
I hear someone calling for Mike on his end, he covers his phone and I hear him growling at someone.
“I got a pit crew to run here, Steve. I want to talk to my daughter. I want her back here. Now!” he says, there’s such intensity in his voice, so much feeling, I feel for him I really do.
“I’ll quit the team, quit racing,” I tell him. “I’ll do whatever it takes so you can keep doing what you do best Mike, but I won’t quit Penny. Not now, not ever.”
Mike takes a shaking breath in. “Why are you doing this, Steve? You could have any girl you want… What have I done to you, huh?” he asks me bitterly.
“I’m not gonna argue the point, Mike. I’m not sorry and I’m not trying to hurt you. I love Penny, I-” I start to say, but he’s not having any of it.
“Look, Steve,” he spits out. “You must’ve hit your head or something, when you crashed o
ver the line here but that’s not the only line you’ve fuckin’ crashed over, get it? Now quit acting like such a fool! I’ve fixed your damned wreck, saved the team a fortune and they love the ideas I have, the way I work. I don’t want to fuck up the best career opportunity I have just because you’re not thinking straight.”
He’s quiet for a moment, waiting for something I know we both know isn’t gonna happen.
“Like I said Mike, I’ll quit the team if it helps things. But I won’t quit Penny. It’s me and her now, that’s all there is to it.”
At the same time I hear someone calling for him again, I see Penny in her robe, moving through the suite, calling for me.
I know where my heart lies, even though my loyalty to my friend is the price of admission.
“I gotta go, Mike… take it easy,” I tell him, hanging up before he can say anything else.
I slide the balcony door open, pocketing my phone before Penny can see, and she turns to face me, smiling that wide smile and almost hugging herself once she sees me again.
“How’s the water?” I ask, itching to get out of this stinky suit.
“Just perfect,” she coos, and sliding her own robe open just wide enough for me to see what I really want, she swishes around and walks ahead of me to the bathroom.
CHAPTER NINETEEN
Penny
I’ll call him once I’m done in the bath.
That’s what I tell myself.
It’s not like me to ignore my dad, but I can just hear him already and I want to enjoy just a little bit more of Steve and me, alone before I have to deal with him.
That’s what I tell myself.
But Steve has this way of making me forget about a lot of things. Like where I am, what time it is… how many times he’s made me scream his name.
His performance on the plane was no fluke, and he’s definitely no one trick pony.
In the bath, then the shower and then again on the bed of our suite, he shows me just how he plans to spoil me every chance he gets, and I don’t mind at all.
I forget all about my dad, the race, the team, and everything else except Steve and me.
As we lie together again for the second time today, in a proper bed this time, it all slowly creeps back in though and I groan quietly.
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