Page 21 of No Shot (The Toronto Tundra #2)

He smirks, unconvinced. “ Just fine, huh?” In a second, he leans forward, a strong hand tangling into my hair, as his other lifts me up, pulling me firmly against his chest. The precision of every one of his movements only adds fuel to the heat pulsing through me.

His lips tease and explore my collarbone, kissing his way up my neck, never missing a beat with his hips.

Before I even have a chance to adjust to the new angle, he thrusts into me harder, hitting a spot I didn ’ t even know was possible and—

“ Oh fuck,” I scream out, head lolling to the side.

The asshole has the nerve to chuckle against my skin. I ’ m supposed to be annoyed, but the way he ’ s drilling into me has my mind going blank. The sound of our skin slapping together is only igniting me more. When I reopen my eyes, all I see is the smug grin he ’ s sporting. Talented douche.

“ Don ’ t give me that look… it ’ s not… t-that good.” I ’ m honestly surprised I managed to articulate a full sentence. He continues with his rhythm, and I find myself toying with my boobs. I can ’ t give him any more fodder. I have to hold off. I have to—

“ God, yes, Penn.”

The fucker had the audacity to swirl his hips and I ’ m officially out of self-control.

I need this.

I need his body right now.

I need him.

I ’ m so close, dangerously teetering on the edge. As if he senses my weakness, he pounces, taking his opportunity to drive me to madness. He slows to an agonizing pace, so in control of his body. I whimper in frustration, bucking my hips in retaliation, which only makes him smile wider.

“ What ’ s wrong, B?” How he has so much power in this situation while I ’ m out here losing my mind, I have no idea. Maybe it ’ s a side effect of his magic dick. “ Something got you frustrated?”

Oh fuck this.

“ More, please,” I beg.

“ That ’ s more like it.” He quickens his pace to my relief, but it ’ s still not enough. “ Ask me nicely.”

“ Please, Penn. I want you to fuck me, hard.”

“ Watching you beg for my cock has got to be the hottest thing I ’ ve ever seen.” His pace resumes, and I let out a pleased moan. “ You like this?”

I nod frantically. Leverage lost, but frankly, I don ’ t give a damn. “ Feels so good,” I manage. “ Don ’ t stop.” I cling to his ripped back. “ Please don ’ t stop.”

“ What a fucking good girl you are using your manners.” His mouth. His dick. His eyes studying my every move. It ’ s too much, I feel like I ’ m going to explode. “ Should I let you come on my cock?”

“ Yes,” I force out, a breathless whisper. I can feel myself clenching around him, seconds away from falling over the edge.

“ Ah, ah, ah,” he tsks, slowing down the tiniest fraction .

Nooo.

He can ’ t.

“ P-please!”

“ Please, what?”

“ Please let me come on your cock.”

A satisfied groan slips from deep in his throat as he bottoms out, snapping his hips into me. “ You ’ re so fucking hot like this. I ’ m going to count to three, and then you can come, you ready?”

I can ’ t hold off a second longer, a white flash blurring my vision. I barely hear the first two counts, but when he hits three, I melt, succumbing to the rush of bliss pulsing through my body. I ride out wave after wave, crashing through me.

With a final grunt, Penn ’ s body shudders, and he collapses onto my shoulder.

I ’ ve been stunned into silence. I mean, I definitely knew he was experienced, but I wasn ’ t expecting the dicking of my life. I just can ’ t wrap my head around goofy, self-assured Penn, and Penn the sex-god. It ’ s a bit of a mindfuck. I ’ m still reeling.

Once we both regain our breathing, I lift off the bed, starting to collect my things.

“ Can I borrow shorts or something? You kinda ripped my pants.” Holding up the black pleather, I assess the damage. He literally split them in two like a neanderthal.

He laughs, not a hint of regret on his face. With one hand, he grabs my jaw, leaning in to press a soft kiss against my lips. “ One sec.” Uhh, that was unexpected.

He pops into the bathroom for a moment, and when he returns, he offers me some basketball shorts and a hoodie. I hand back the sweatshirt. “ Here, I don ’ t need this.”

“ You ’ re not cold?” There ’ s a genuine concern in his tone as he watches me.

“ It ’ s a three-second commute, I think I ’ ll survive,” I assure him .

His face falls, and I ’ m taken aback by the reaction. “ Stay with me tonight.”

I can ’ t. There ’ s no way I can do that without getting attached. This was a one-and-done. Get it out of my system and move on.

“ I don ’ t do sleepovers.” I definitely could have dampened the blow a little, but whatever, it ’ s better this way.

“ Neither do I, but—”

“ It ’ s cool, Penn. I ’ m not some girl who ’ s longing to be cuddled. Just because we ’ re pseudo-friends, doesn ’ t mean you have to give me special treatment or anything. So we slept together, doesn ’ t mean anything has to change.” His eyes dim more with every passing second. “ Frenemies?”

“ Uh yeah, frenemies.”

Good, yeah, that ’ s good.

Nothing has changed.

Nothing will ever change.

Life will go on like normal, and this will just become some legendary one-night stand I ’ ll look back on.

Penn and I just can ’ t happen.

And I definitely don ’ t want it to.

Liar.