(Noah)

“No.”

I hated myself for saying that to her. I reached down and pushed her hand away. At the moment, when I looked at Penny, I saw Seth’s head exploding. I thought about everything we’d been through. Me and Seth. Me and Penny.

Seth wouldn’t get a proper burial. He wouldn’t get a chance to be memorialized. He wouldn’t have a headstone. Shit, I didn’t even know where Marcos had him buried. I’d never get a chance to see Seth again.

“What is it?” Penny asked.

I slipped away from her and went into the bedroom. I locked the door and dropped my towel. When I looked down and saw my dick throbbing, filling up, I shut my eyes and groaned. I couldn’t be this close to Penny with these feelings raging through me. It was dangerous. If I hadn’t already cared about her I would have given her up to Marcos.

But I couldn’t do that to her. It didn’t seem right or fair. Something was wrong with Marcos, too. Killing Seth like that…

I opened my eyes and looked down.

My dick was starting to calm. I grabbed a pair of jeans and put them on. Somewhere in the back of my mind I knew I wouldn’t be able to stay away from Penny for forever. The feelings, temptation, the danger, it was all too great.

I twisted the lock on the bedroom door and backed up.

I sat on the edge of the bed.

I’m sorry, Seth. I’m so fucking sorry.

I felt like it should have hurt worse. Maybe I had been waiting for it since I met him. From day one, he loved to mess with people. He’d pick fights and I’d finish them. He’d hustle people, work them over, teeter on the lines of theft, and come out unscathed. I think somewhere in his heart he knew he’d end up dead by a bullet. And instant, too. Just like what Marcos had done.

The bedroom door slowly opened.

Penny stood there, holding a bottle of whiskey in her hand. She approached the bed without a word and handed me the bottle. I nodded and threw it back, drinking more than I should have. It burned the whole way down and sat like lava in my stomach.

Two more drinks and I was numb from the inside out.

I handed the bottle to Penny. To my surprise she took a drink. And then she took her shirt off. She kicked the bedroom door shut and reached back, unsnapping her bra.

This time… I couldn’t tell her no.

* * *

She climbed on top of me and put her hands to the back of my head. Her fingers slid through my wet hair. My eyes looked up at her and then looked forward at her small, perfect tits. My hands spread across her soft back and pulled at her.

My mouth slipped over her left breast, tasting her sweet skin. My tongue flicked up and down at her nipple, feeling it get hard to my touch. I pulled back and moved to her other breast and did the same. I slid my hands down and opened her pants, moving fast so my mind wouldn’t tell me to fucking stop.

Penny slithered off me and I stripped her jeans down. She stepped out of her jeans and gripped my shoulders. She pulled at me, wanting me. Everything was in silence. Complete fucking beautiful silence.

I inched forward and dropped to one knee before Penny. My hands slid around and cupped down into her panties at her ass. I pulled her to my mouth, kissing just above the line of her panties. As I kissed, I stripped her. When I stripped her, I moved down, tasting all her perfect skin right to her wet flower, my tongue thirsting in a way I couldn’t remember. My tongue curled and lapped all she had to offer me.

One taste was never going to be enough, but for now, it was. My cock was full again, painfully hard, pressing against my jeans. I stood back up, the tip of my tongue drawing a straight line up Penny’s body until I reached her mouth. That’s when I pulled back. Kissing her was even more dangerous. Kissing her implied feelings and other bullshit that I didn’t want to deal with.

Penny moved to her toes and let her lips flirt with mine. I turned my head and let out a sigh.

That should have been the point where Penny slapped me and walked away. That was her chance to go.

But she didn’t.

Her hand touched between my legs.

“Fuck,” I whispered.

“It’s not my fault,” Penny said, her breath hitting my chest. She kissed me. “I’m sorry for everything. It's not my fault.”

I lifted my hand and grabbed her by the hair. I pulled so she was looking up at me.

“I never fucking said it was your fault,” I growled.

Her hand slid into my jeans and gripped my cock.

“I’m still sorry,” she whispered.

“Then fucking make it up to me.”

I had enough talking. I put my mouth to hers.

Yeah, fuck the no kissing thing. I needed to taste her. She was better than whiskey and twice as strong to fuck with my mind and heart.

I kissed her as hard as she squeezed my cock. She stroked me once and then let go. But I didn’t stop kissing her. Her hands touched my stomach and pushed at me. She wanted me on the bed so I sat down and leaned back.

A beautifully naked Penny climbed right on top of me. She positioned herself over me and eased down. I grabbed at her ass and pulled, bringing her down. I felt her sheath me, her body like an inferno, wild, hot, yet soothing. My body tensed as I groaned, feeling her take me in with every inch I had.

When she was completely on me, her hands were on my chest, shaking. I slowly lifted her up and brought her back down. I worked her body gently, feeling all of her.

Penny then grabbed at my wrist and shoved my hand away. She repeated with her other hand and moved her hands from my chest to the bed. Her hand gripped tight and she started to fuck. Moving up and down, her hips thrusting and bucking at me, going faster by the second. It almost caught me off guard the way she quickly went into it.

My hands cupped her breasts, squeezing them until she groaned. She threw her head back and let out a cry. Her body kept moving, hitting against mine. Her groans were the soundtrack, only matched by the sound of us colliding as I started to thrust up at her. I put a hand to the small of her back, feeling the way her back moved. The way her ass pumped. Fuck, she was goddamn amazing.

Was she worth dying for?

The question hit me as I stared at Penny’s body. She looked down at me, her hair everywhere. Her knees on the bed, her thighs strong and working hard to move her body. She put a hand to my lower stomach, the other hand to my chest. She suddenly stopped and started to rock hard, back and forth. Her mouth opened with a whimper and I saw sex pour from her eyes.

As she started to climax, I grabbed her hips and kept her moving. Pulling at her, thrusting up, making sure she felt everything. I could feel her pulsing as she came, her body releasing the stress, fear, and pleasure. When she was finished she looked down at me. She gritted her teeth and groaned. I thought we were done, but then Penny slowly lifted up and came right back down on me. She repeated the slow move, over and over, working herself back into a faster rhythm.

I felt the tension growing deep inside me.

My hands took one last trek up her body, touching her breasts, sliding her nipples between my fingers. I touched her neck, slid my fingers into her hair. I pulled at her, needing her again.

I hated the fucking feeling.

I never needed a damn thing in my life. From anyone. Especially a woman.

But I pulled at her, bringing her down to me, kissing her.

The second our tongues touched, I lost it.

My hands grabbed her ass and held her there as I came. She wrestled against me, moving against my cock as I throbbed inside her.

Maybe it was the biggest mistake we both could have made.

I told myself I’d blame the whiskey.

But I knew the truth.

I liked her… and didn’t want to just save her… I fucking wanted her.

How much was I willing to lose to keep her?