26. Hard （Figuratively and Literally）

HARD (FIGURATIVELY AND LITERALLY)

Penny wantsus to be good little cousins and keep our hands to ourselves the rest of the trip. Meanwhile, the idea of getting caught and ripping off this elephant-sized band aid seems like a great solution to me.

Honestly, it's only a matter of time, Gavin already asked me a million fucking questions last night about what's going on between us. I told him the highlights, not wanting to upset Penny, but also needing to get it off my chest. He promised he would keep our secret, but I already know that little prick told Ben. Both of them kept making little jokes while fishing today.

I can handle them though, especially since they don't seem to care. Why would they? It's not like they aren't into their own weird shit.

It would be a relief for the family to know and to no longer carry this secret. I want to take Penny places, be a real couple—something completely foreign to me. But when it comes to Penny? I selfishly want everything.

Part of me knows Penny won't tell the family until we're forced to, and while I don't want to fuck this up, it wouldn't be the worst thing in the world if it accidentally happened.

"The futon is nice," I lie. The futon sucks, but I would like Penny to climb over here and ride my dick.

She's facing me while she lies on her bed only a few feet away.

"I bet it is."

"You know how nice it is?" I smirk, fisting my cock outside of my boxers.

"You're really the worst, you know that?" she says, shifting on the mattress, trying to look anywhere besides where my hand is.

"I'm the best, and it's why you couldn't stay away."

She rolls her eyes, and I pull my length from my boxers and stroke myself.

"This could be all yours. You just need to travel the short distance between us, honey." I draw out honey like an inside joke instead of a pet name.

"We need to be more careful."

"Lock the door then," I tell her.

"No. No more seducing me while we're here with our family."

"It's been so long, Penny," I complain, stroking my cock, my eyes not leaving her face for a second. "I miss your pussy."

"You're extremely romantic," she says, even while glancing down at where I'm jerking myself off.

"Come over here and I can tell you all the other things I miss about you," I whisper.

"You are truly the most unfair person I've ever met," she complains.

"I know you want to come over here. I know you want it," I say, slowly stroking my shaft and she tracks the motion.

She shakes her head, and I groan.

"The payback for the weeks of denying me is going to be severe, Penny."

Her eyes widen, and she licks her lips, liking the idea. It's part of why I can't get enough of Penny. We're constantly on the same page without even trying.

But now there's more, there are feelings. Ones that couldn't be shoved down or ignored even if I tried.

There's a promise of this being what I always wanted it to be, beyond exploring each other's bodies. Though, right now, all I can think about is my aching cock and how badly I wish she was bouncing on top of it.

"You know what I've been jerking off to?" I ask her, my strokes increasing and her chest rising and falling with her heart rate rising.

She likes watching, and I like having her full attention.

"What?" she asks in a breathy tone.

"That night in the car," I tell her and her brows furrow. Of all the things we've done, that was one of the most tame. There were no walls between us, no playing, just us fucking and desperate for each other.

"Me too," she replies.

"Are you going to touch yourself? Let me see what I'm missing?" I ask.

She shakes her head, and I groan in frustration.

"You're killing me, baby."

"Do you really think about me when you touch yourself?" she asks, her hand sliding dangerously close to the apex of her thighs.

"Everytime."

"Show me," she says, and I grip my cock harder.

My hand shifts up and down as my wrist twists every time I reach the head.

"The things I want to do to you right now, fuck."

She looks at the door of our bedroom, and then back at me, sliding her hand down her sleep shorts.

I'm pissed I can't see, but it's more than I was getting a moment ago.

"Do you think of me when you play with that sweet little cunt of yours?" I ask and she shakes her head, her lips parting as she plays with herself.

"You're so lucky I don't just come over there and take what I want," I say, my pace quickening.

"Oh God," she moans, watching me fuck my fist.

Her hand moves more quickly under her shorts and the idea of her getting off to thoughts of me is what sends me over the edge.

I moan as I squeeze my cock, cum dripping out of the tip while Penny watches.

Her mouth parts and her gaze rotates between my face and the mess I'm making of myself.

I stay like that, just holding my length while my release covers my fist and Penny increases her pace and finishes. Her mouth parts and her eyes close as she brings herself to orgasm and the only thing I wish is that it was by my hand and not her own.

She slides her hand out of her shorts, not touching the bed as she looks at me.

"We shouldn't have done that," she whispers, shaking her head.

"You're right, you should have been over here riding your boyfriend"s dick."

"Boyfriend?" she says, blinking at me.

"Yeah, you might not be willing to tell our family yet, but I'm your boyfriend. We"re exclusive, even if I am your little secret."

She smiles, getting up from the bed.

"I can agree to those terms."

Penny stands and I grab her wrist, bringing her cum-covered fingers to my mouth. Kissing the tips and sucking them into my mouth, before releasing them, still holding her hand.

"When we get back home, this is a real thing. We'll keep the family out of it, but real dates, a real relationship. I really do want this."

Her pretty blue eyes search mine and I swear they're about to well up with tears, but she blinks them away. She grabs my chin and kisses me softly.

"Be patient with me."

She pulls away and I nod my head in understanding. She glances down at my softening cock.

"You might want to clean yourself up, boyfriend," she says, turning to leave the room.

I swat her ass as she leaves, and for the first time in a very long time I feel hopeful.

"Can you get my back?"Penny asks while we wait for the owner of the jet ski place to take us out onto the dock.

Gavin and Ben look over at us and it takes every ounce of me to not toss them into the water with rocks in their pockets.

"Yeah," I reply, rubbing the lotion against her skin.

The plans I have to pay her back after all this torture is the only thing keeping me going.

She turns around putting more lotion on her hands and rubbing on her face, she has a patch on the bridge of her nose and I automatically reach out and rub it in. Her smile is casual and light and I just want it to be like this all the time.

"We only have three available for today. We could get some paddle boards out," the owner says, and Gavin shakes his head.

"Penny can share with Linc, and Ben and I will take turns," Gavin says, maybe I should poison him instead.

Penny clears her throat as we get our life jackets on and I get on the jet ski first, holding out a hand so she can get on the back.

Her arms wrap around my waist tightly before we take off.

She laughs behind me during the ride as we zip through the water. Aiden is letting Jessa drive and she surprisingly drives like a maniac.

I slow down and put it in neutral when we're further out.

"Do you want to drive?"

She shakes her head, just resting it on my shoulder.

"Gavin doesn't care, you know? I think if anything he's encouraging it."

"Can we please not talk about this right now?" she says and I grunt.

"At some point?—"

Penny reaches over cranking the accelerator and I have to grab on quickly and begin steering.

I know I'm being demanding, that I constantly want more. I remind myself that I need to be patient. But I've never been the type of man who enjoys waiting.

We eventually finish up jet skiing, my mood feeling shitty and I know I'm not good at hiding it.

We load off at the dock, returning the water sports and Aiden takes Jessa's hand.

"We'll see you guys back at the house," Aiden says, escaping with his girlfriend.

"Are you two going to sneak off and fuck somewhere or do you want to go to the bar with us?" Gavin asks.

Penny gasps next to me and Ben shrugs his shoulders.

"So much for keeping a secret, Gavin," I shout out to him.

"How you expected me not to tell my twin, the person I share DNA with, the gossip of the century is truly your own fault. God, Mom is going to?—"

I smack Gavin's chest. "Shut up."

"Ouch, dick," he hisses, rubbing his chest.

"So are you all coming or what?" Ben asks, completely unfazed.

"We'll go with you, but I'm leaving if either of you brings this up," Penny says, her cheeks hot from embarrassment.

Ben holds his hands up in surrender.

I grab Penny's hand and she nearly pulls it away. "They already know, they're okay with it. Please give me this," I ask her.

She takes a deep breath and eventually laces her fingers with mine. I squeeze her hand, enjoying the domesticity of it all as Gavin orders a car and we make our way over to the beach bar.

We order food and drinks, though for me at least, I will stick to only a few. My brothers on the other hand have different thoughts as they throw them back—it is vacation.

"Bachelorette party, ten o'clock," Ben says to Gavin nodding his head.

Ben grins and Penny scrunches her nose.

"Which one are you interested in?"

"Whichever one wants to go to Paris," Ben says plainly.

Penny's mouth drops as she stares at my brothers and I shake my head. Ben looks over at her shocked expression and shrugs.

"It truly can't be that shocking."

"Um, yes it is. Is this a common thing with you two?" she asks and Gavin and Ben both pick up their drinks at the same time chugging them back.

"I think it's best if we keep some secrets between us, wouldn't you agree?" Gavin says pointing between me and Penny.

"Yes, please," Penny says, grabbing her margarita and sipping it.

"Well, you two do whatever it is you do, we may or may not be back tonight," Ben says as they get off their stools and head over to the bachelorette party.

"I don't think I've ever wanted a vacation to be over so badly," Penny says.

I grab her chair and spin her so she's facing me.

"They already know, we're two random people at this bar in The Bahamas, we can be whoever we want tonight," I tell her, hoping she plays along.

I want my free, happy Penny. Not the one who's constantly looking over her shoulder worried about what people will think about her.

"Is that so, Mr. Wayne?"

"Damn right it is, Honey."