“Aren’t you supposed to be at work?” Pen mumbles, her face wedged between the pillow and my shoulder.
“I called out.”
Lifting her head, she blinks at me, her hair falling into her eyes. “You did?”
I brush the strands back gently. “I know the boss,” I tease, and her lips curve up on one side. “The mountain of snow we got overnight didn’t hurt either.”
“Way to make a girl feel good,” she says with a roll of her eyes as she flops down on top of me, her breasts warm and firm against my chest.
“I’m pretty sure I made you feel gooda lotlast night,” I murmur as I wrap my arms around her.
She blushes and it has my cock more than a little excited because last night had been amazing. Things had started out plenty sweet, but they’d gotten wild before long.
“It was amazing.”
I hold her tighter, her admission filling me with relief andjoyknowing she feels it too.
“I want to take you somewhere today. There’s no rush, maybe after breakfast?”
“Is it a surprise?”
“Kind of.”
“All right,” she says, looking up, “you’re on.”
Apparently,you’re onincluded shower sex, breakfast, and an enthusiastic blow job in the kitchen. My knees had damn near buckled under me, and I’d had to brace my hand on the edge of the counter, my knuckles turning white seeing her with my cock between her lips.
I’ll definitely be returning the favor, but it will have to wait.
Instead, I lead her outside after donning all our winter gear and hand her a helmet.
“You going to let me drive?” she asks, her lips twitching as she steps up to the snowmobile and brushes her hand across the seat.
“You don’t know where we’re going.”
“You could tell me.”
Throwing my leg over the seat, I shake my head. “Maybe later…if you’re good.”
“Like in the kitchen?” she asks innocently, settling herself behind me like we used to do growing up.
I snort even though she can’t hear me. “Sure, let’s go with the kitchen.” She squeezes her arms around me, and I nod. “Ready?”
“Go!”
Gunning it, I laugh as she clings to me tighter, the wind whipping past us as I take off across the open field. She squeals and my heart feels like it’s going to explode in my chest.
It’susbut it’s grown-up us and I can’t help how much I like this version too.
Following the path I know by heart, I race over the hills and through a copse of trees before slowing down and taking us the last half mile toward our destination. I could easily fly down tothe house, but I want her to see where we are—to recognize it on her own.
And it doesn’t take long as one arm grips me tight as the other points to her grandmother’s cabin.
Parking the snowmobile in my usual spot, I turn the key and wait for Pen to climb off, her hair a wild mess after being inside the helmet.
“This is how you get here?” she asks with a tone I can’t quite read.
I stand and join her, tucking my helmet under my arm. “Not always, but I wanted to make sure I could get here if the roads were bad.”
