Page 78 of The Love Penalty
“Holy shit, look at that horrific haircut.” I point at a picture of my seven-year-old self, giving the camera a toothless smile as I strike a pose with Harvey. We’d dressed up as WWE wrestlers and look fucking ridiculous.
Lani giggles. “I’d be more worried about that latex.”
“They’re both an abomination.” I groan. “Quick, turn the page already.”
She laughs and flicks to the next page, but it’s just as bad. Honestly, who the fuck dressed me? It was my mother, obvi, but what the hell was she thinking?
The problem with being raised in a house like mine, where appearance matters and first impressions count, is that you’ve always got to be wearing the latest trends… and that shit does not always last.
I snort when I spot the pic of Harvey and Halsey dressed up as Thing One and Thing Two for Halloween. My mom forgot to get me a costume, so Aunt Carla threw together the sheet with the eyeholes cut out. I was not impressed. And I can’t remember why I was spending Halloween with them when I should have been at school.
I’ve got vague memories of a trip around Europe that apparently I was too young to enjoy, so I got shipped off for eight weeks with my aunt and uncle. That’s right, I went to school with Harvey. He’s a year older than me, but the school let me sit in on his classes, and I was able to keep up without any problems.
“These are your cousins, right?” Lani taps a picture of the three of us. “You guys look so close.”
“Yeah. We were.”
“Is it still that way?”
“Yeah, of course. They all live in Colorado, so I get to see them quite a bit. Harvey goes to Lennox, which is only an hour away.”
“Oh, nice.”
“Yeah, sometimes he pops down or I’ll travel up. Maybe you should come with me next time.” I tuck her hair over her shoulder and lightly kiss that delicious skin of hers. “I’d love for you to meet him.”
She gives me a closed-mouth smile and nods. “That’d be nice.”
Fuck yeah!
Maybe the smallest part of me was worried that when she woke up, she’d have another don’t want to need you moment and bail out the door. But she’s still here. Still sitting naked on my bed, looking through my childhood memories with interest… while her eggs get cold.
I nudge the tray a little closer, and she puts down the photo album while we eat, sharing the omelet. She thanks me for the sweet gesture, then sips her coffee, looking like a sex siren as she licks her lips and laughs at my stories of growing up around two brothers with sticks so far up their asses, they coughed out wood chips.
She then tells me stories of growing up in her “tribe.” It was noisy and chaotic and drove her nuts half the time. “But I’d do anything for my ohana.”
“Me too.” I nod. “Especially my cousins.”
Her smile turns gooey, her eyes soaking me in as she sets her coffee aside and then lets the sheet fall off those luscious tits of hers.
I release a yearning sigh as I stare at them, memorizing their shape and beauty, reaching for them like they’re calling to me. I rub my thumbs over her nipples and smile at the way they pucker at my touch. “They seem happy to say good morning,” I murmur, leaning down and kissing each one with tender affection.
She runs her fingers through my hair, letting out a soft moan before fisting a handful and pulling me back.
Straddling me, she starts peppering my face and lips with hungry kisses before working her way down my body. Her tongue paints trails that spark my desire and have my rod harder than granite by the time she reaches my tented boxer shorts.
She glances up with a playful smirk before gliding her finger into the waistband of my boxers and yanking them down to let my cock spring free.
“He’s happy to see you too.” I grin. “Very happy.”
With a sweet laugh, she curls her fingers around the base, licking up to the tip with her sultry tongue and then sending me to heaven with a blow job that is the best fucking way to start my day.
I knew it was going to be a good one, but holy fuck!
This woman has me all the way.
Baxter’s right.
I’m whipped.