“I believe you’ve had enough of the evening’s revelry,” Vince stated curtly to her, though his gaze was centered squarely on Dillon. “Be wary of my brother, Penny. He only wants what he cannot have and if by chance, he gets what he wants, his attention span is worse than a five-year-old child’s. I don’t want to see you hurt.”
“Funny, that’s exactly how I’ve thought of you and Nolan,” Dillon said, smiling. “But perhaps you shouldn’t leave your pet unattended for so long. I’d hate to see her get eaten by one of the many wolves walking around this party.”
“The only wolf I’m worried about is you. Do yourself a favor and stay the hell away from Penny.”
“If you have no interest in sharing, why bring her to this party at all?”
That was an excellent question, Penny realized and waited to see how Vince would answer.
“Butt out of our business,” Vince retorted coolly. “Don’t you have someone else’s life to meddle in? You’ve been gone a long time; surely, there’s someone you enjoyed toying with when you still lived here. What was her name? Belinda? Bonnie?” Vince smiled as Dillon’s expression darkened. “Ah, I guess you’re not interested in revisiting the past, is that it? Not that I blame you. Can’t say that particular arrangement had ended well at all.”
“Careful little brother,” Dillon chuckled but there was a raw darkness clinging to the edge of the seemingly innocuous sound. “Clumsy fingers holding sharp rocks inside glass houses are rarely a good mix.” Then he looked directly at Penny and said, “Speaking of the past…perhaps you should ask Vince about Isabel. That’s a good bedtime story — one filled with just the sort of sordid twists and turns that you may enjoy.”
Vince blanched first with shock then something else that Penny couldn’t rightly define but made her uncomfortable. The tension between the two men was electric. She was a living, breathing buffer between them, a female shield made of flesh, bone and jumping nerves. But aside from the obvious, she had a bigger problem. She realized with a twist of agony that she was horribly aroused but she didn’t know by whom.
Penny shivered and Vince mistook her reaction for one of fear. Oh, if only it was simply fear. There was something dark and dangerous about Dillon and that unknown quality pulled and teased at her innermost secret places, places she hadn’t even known existed until he showed up. And, if she were honest, that was the thing that scared her. Scared her silly. She needed to get away from Dillon. Immediately. “Please take me home,” she begged of Vince, desperate to put her feet back on firmer ground. “I don’t want to be here any more.”
Her plea cut through Vince’s simmering fury and he softened in the face of her request. Mindless of the people milling about, Vince pulled Penny close and allowed his hand to possessively roam her backside until his palm rested on her behind. He squeezed the plump flesh and caused her to gasp just as he savagely took her mouth. He plunged his tongue deep inside her mouth, tasting of scotch and sin, and she melted against him. She blissfully forgot about Dillon — hell, the entire room — and simply accepted the public display of affection as if it were perfectly normal for them to show the world they were connected romantically. Vince pulled away with a satisfied, almost smug smile that was directed at Dillon. “I think I will accompany you tonight,” he said. “It’s been too long since I’ve tasted that perfect body of yours.” He grasped her hand and with a final smirk at Dillon, they left the party.
#
Vince was a wreck. He didn’t care that he’d outed himself and possibly created deep ripples for himself and Nolan by molesting Penny in front of anyone who had eyes to see but something dark and vicious had ripped through him when he’d seen Dillon cozying up to Penny as if he were leaning in for the kill. Dillon, the bastard, how dare he come into their lives and threaten everything they held dear. Fuck him and the horse he rode in on, thought Vince savagely as they climbed into the dark privacy of the limousine. “Drive,” he barked to the driver. “And don’t stop until I tell you to.”
“Yes sir,” the driver answered as the privacy glass slid into place, sealing the cab of the expansive luxury car into a moving private room with Italian leather and a fully stocked bar, which Vince helped himself to as the car began to pull away from the curb.
He downed the quick shot of whiskey and then closed his eyes, his blood still simmering.
“Vince?”
Penny’s tremulous voice cut through his fury and he opened his eyes to regard the beautiful, succulent woman sitting nervously beside him. God, she was hot. Her tits were something out of his wettest dreams and her wide, rounded hips were made for a man’s cock. Just looking at her made his blood quicken and his cock harden within his trousers. Hard to believe they were lucky enough to call her theirs. And he needed her. Badly. “Take it off,” he said hoarsely, barely able to get out the words. “I want to see those gorgeous tits right now.”
Penny blushed — that was one of the most endearing qualities about her. She could fuck like a wild woman, yet still blush like a schoolgirl. A rare combination that he cherished that about her — and slowly peeled the designer dress from her shoulders to reveal the tight bustier pushing up her plump tits as if in offering. He smiled his approval. “You wore the black,” he said, his breath quickening at the sight of the tight black lace against her creamy skin. “And the matching panties?”
In answer, she shimmied free of the dress to reveal, indeed, the tiny black thong that was nestled between her sweet ass cheeks and barely covered the soft thatch of curls at her pussy. He groaned and pushed at the erection tightening his drawers. Penny smiled and moved to free his straining cock, her nimble fingers moving quickly and efficiently around the button and zipper. She descended on his cock, her warm mouth enveloping the head and shaft in a fluid movement that ripped a groan from his mouth with sudden pleasure. He watched with narrowed, lust-hazed eyes as she moved up and down, gripping his shaft just as he’d taught her, moving in tandem with her mouth as she worked him with the finesse of someone who’d been giving blow jobs for an indecent number of years instead of a shy, virginal bean counter who’d never even seen a penis four short months ago. He pulled the pin free from her hair, releasing all that beautiful glory from its artful restraints and smiled with satisfaction as it tumbled around her face, the ends tickling his balls as she continued to suck him with diligence. “God, Penny,” he groaned, threading his fingers through her hair and griping the scalp tightly. “You suck cock as if you were born to do it.” He closed his eyes, losing himself to the building waves of pleasure that started at the base of his spine and traveled an unerring path straight to every pleasure zone in his body. She teased him with slow, circuitous movements around the head and rim then plunged the tip of her tongue into the hole at the fleshy top, invading his body with that tiny, wet organ until he was panting with the extreme pleasure. He forgot about Dillon — hell, he forgot about everything — and simply enjoyed the sensation of being sucked off in royal fashion.