20. Linc

20

LINC

ONE YEAR AGO

“ W here the hell are you going?”

Penelope looks out of it as she walks down the long hallway that leads to the master bedroom in the house. She has tears streaking down her cheeks that are slightly flushed that I’m assuming is due to alcohol.

I’ve been at my parent’s lake house for the last hour, but I’d been partying outside with some friends and some people around our age we just met.

“I’m going away from you if you’d quit following me.” She stops walking and turns to me, her pretty, made-up face angry. “What the hell are you doing here anyway? Shouldn’t you be partying with college kids?”

She knows I come here a lot in the summer, but I like that she’s giving me shit. “Yeah well, a chick from your year texted me and wanted my dick tonight, so I thought, ‘what the hell.’”

It’s true. The chick wanted me to be her prom date, but I told her, “Fuck no.” However, I’d already planned to be here and thought I’d see her.

“Oh yeah?” P is definitely in a fiery mood tonight. Her pretty eyes lined in black and dark mascara meet mine. “You fuck her yet?”

“Not yet. Haven’t found her. What’s wrong, P? Where’s Colt?”

She turns away from me again, following the hallway, and I keep up with her.

“Penelope.” I grab her arm and turn her to face me just as we reach the door to the master. “What happened? What do you mean everyone knows you’re dirty?”

“I’m too dirty for him.”

“Who?”

She fights a sob, evident by her voice barely choking out his name. “Colt.”

“He fucking said that?”

I could kill him. My own flesh and blood. He called her dirty?

“He might as well have.” Her eyes meet mine with a deadly glare. “This is what you wanted, right? For him to realize I’m dirty, that I’m not good enough for him, and he would break up with me.”

He broke up with her? On prom night?

It doesn’t make any sense. Maybe I don’t think they’re a good fit, but I know he loves her.

Her voice gets louder. “That’s what you fucking wanted, right? For Colt to realize that I’m filthy? That I’m a girl who has put herself between two brothers.” My eyes flare with anger, and I can feel her pushing me. “That I’m a girl who likes to flirt with them both, living my life on the edge between right and wrong.” Her body moves closer to mine as her chin tips up in defiance. “Knowing how wrong it is, but not able to stop because it gets her hot.”

Her tongue flicks in her mouth when she says “hot.”

“I’m a girl who watched you screw some random girl. And you know what, Linc?”

Her voice is too loud, and although the party has music blaring through the house, if someone walks by, they could hear her. And I have a pretty good idea what she’s going to say. “P. Stop.”

“I liked it.” I try to fight the desire stirring inside me. I know she did. She laughs in irony. “What’s the matter, Linc? You can dish it out, but you can’t take it? This is our favorite game, right? Teasing each other. You love to push me to the edge.”

She’s pissing me off, and I grab her arm, dragging her into the master bedroom and closing the door behind us. Then I release her. “Stop. Okay. I know you’re pissed-off. Just tell me what happened.”

“Nothing. Absolutely nothing happened. He won’t touch me. Because I repulse him.”

There’s no way she repulses anyone. “I’ve seen him touch you.”

She throws up her arms in frustration. “Yeah well, he won’t fuck me.”

I stare at her in shock, trying to process what I just heard. I was certain they were fucking by now. She sleeps in his bed. How could he say no? “That doesn’t make sense.”

“Doesn’t it?” Her small body crowds mine. “I’m not good enough for him.”

“That’s bullshit.”

“It’s not, Linc. I’m tainted by my past and my inevitable future, and he’s afraid I’ll drag him down. I bring pain and tragedy.”

I can’t fucking take hearing her description of herself, and I lose control. This time, I can’t hold back. My hands move to her, one on her back and the other in her hair, pulling her mouth to mine. And when our lips meet, I don’t come up for air.

Her hands rest on my hips, pressing her body against mine as she kisses me with a hunger I’ve never felt from any girl before. My tongue moves inside her mouth, and I swear she’s going to swallow it.

“Fuck them all, P. If they don’t see you, . . .” my lips crash against hers as I breathe the next words, “fuck them.”

She moans softly into my mouth as her back hits the wall of the master bedroom.

Her hands lift my shirt, and I raise my arms to let her take it off before she tosses it behind me and her lips mash against mine again, her teeth nipping on my bottom lip.

Fuck, I know it’s wrong, but maybe the dirty girl finally met the perfect dirty boy.

Because I won’t fucking stop as long as she wants it.

My right hand snakes down between our bodies and unbuttons her jeans. I slide the zipper down as we kiss and push my hand down the front of her jeans and over her pussy, feeling the wetness seep through her silky panties. I rub her as her hips buck against me, and she moans again.

The sweetest sound I’ve ever heard.

I can’t fucking breathe. It’s unlike anything I’ve ever experienced, not in high school, not at college. There’s nothing like kissing P.

I lower her jeans, sliding them down her thighs, letting my hands smooth over the bare skin as I stand back up and lift her shirt over her head, leaving her chest bare for me.

Her tits are fucking perfect, full and perky with pink nipples hard with arousal. “Fuck, P.”

“Don’t stop.”

My mouth moves from her lips and down her chin as her head leans back. My lips drag over her neck and to her breasts, teasing and sucking her pebbled nipples.

Her fingers thread through my hair as she tugs and pulls my face back to hers, her mouth once again devouring mine. I pick her up, taking us to the bed.

I lay her down and take my jeans off, quickly lowering my briefs and kicking them and my jeans off as I look at her laying on the bed in front of me. My hands slide under the thin straps of her panties as I lower them down and off.

My body slides over hers as we kiss again. I don’t think I’ve ever kissed one girl so much, but I can’t get enough of her plump pouty lips.

My hand moves between our bodies, my fingers sliding through her wet slit up to her clit. She gasps in my mouth when I swirl the wetness around her swollen clit. “Oh God.”

“Has he ever made you come?”

Her head shakes from side to side, making my dick even harder as my forehead presses against hers. Then my lips kiss her nose, her jaw, her mouth, and I take my time with her. I slide one finger inside her tight pussy and groan when her hips buck forward on impulse, hungry for more. I pull my finger from her and move back to her clit, teasing her, guiding her toward an orgasm, needing to be the one to give it to her.

“Please.”

I flick over her clit with my finger, swirling my fingers around it and then down her slit, slowly dragging it back to her clit and feel her hand grip my wrist tightly, her body starting to convulse in pleasure as her nails dig into my wrist.

“Ahhhh.”

Her hips buck against my hand as I kiss her and revel in the sweet moans and panting coming from her as she comes undone.

When her hand pulls mine away, I brace myself and cup her jaw with my other hand, looking down at her. “Tell me you want this. That you want . . .”

Me.

“I want this, . . .” her eyes look up at me as her legs part, letting me settle between them, “Linc.”

Her saying my name is all I need as I move my hand down between our sweaty bodies and grab my engorged cock, placing it at her entrance. “Fuck, P.”

Her lips press against mine as she holds onto my shoulders, and I can’t take it anymore, sliding inside her with more force than a gentleman would, but I fucking need her. She grimaces in pain as her body accommodates me. Her nails scrape against my back, and I’m certain they draw blood as we both still with me completely inside her.

“Tell me when to move, P.”

Please let it be soon. I feel like I might die while her pussy strangles my cock, but I don’t move my hips. Her nails dig into my shoulders, and she presses her bare tits against my chest, parting her thighs wider as she adjusts to me.

“Move, Linc.” It’s a sexy murmur against my lips.

My hips pull back, sliding my cock almost all the way out as I move back inside her slowly, feeling every single sensation as she clenches tightly around me, her hands holding onto me for dear life.

One of her hands moves to my ass, digging in and pulling my cock deeper inside her as she sucks in a deep breath when I fill her completely.

Our foreheads rub against each other with each thrust, her tits heave into my chest, and I can barely take it any longer, feeling the buildup, knowing I’m close and not wanting it to be over. But our hips move together as my dick pumps into her with furious need.

“Oh my God, Linc. I think I’m coming . . .” I feel the walls of her pussy grip my cock in a tight vice and fuse my lips to her, capturing her cry as we come together.

Her hips roll forward, milking my cock and riding her orgasm until her hands drop to her sides and I collapse onto her, kissing her neck and coming down from the high.

And then a sick realization hits me.

I came inside her.

“Fuck!”

“What’s wrong?” She looks up at me, worried as I pull out of her.

“I came.”

She looks confused, wrinkling her brow. “I think that’s what’s supposed to happen.”

I stand up from the bed, pacing the floor, freaked the fuck out. “Yeah, but not inside you.” Fuck! I had a goddamn condom in my wallet. I’ve never once forgotten a condom before. Not once.

“Linc, it’s okay.” She sits up, and she doesn’t look nearly as scared as she should be.

How could I do this to her?

I walk back to the bed, gripping her face in my hands because I don’t think reality has hit her yet, and I know she’s going to fucking panic when it does. “You want to get pregnant?”

She looks almost ashamed as her head tilts down, still in my hands. “I’m on the pill.”

Oh, thank Christ . Relief hits me as I release her and sit on the edge of the bed, my hands gripping my hair. “Fuck me.”

“Does that turn you off?”

I turn to look back at her over my shoulder. “Why the hell would it?”

She looks broken and vulnerable as she shrugs, sitting there naked, pulling her legs up to her chest. “Like I’m a whore or something. On the pill. I didn’t make you use a condom.”

I move to my knees in front of her. “You are not a fucking whore. You’re not dirty. You’re fucking perfect.”

She rests her head on her knees and sobs softly.

What the fuck did my brother do to her?

What the hell did I just do to her? She was vulnerable and sad from her breakup, and I fucked her. I took her virginity.

I shake the thoughts off and place my hand on her arm, determined. “P. Look at me.” I didn’t take her virginity. She offered it to me, and I accepted it.

Her eyes lift. “What did we do, Linc?” I see the sadness in her eyes when she looks at me, crushing a piece of my soul.

She regrets it.

She wishes it was him.