Page 38 of Rescue
She doesn’t waste any time walking straight towards me, as though she can feel it too. This attraction is insane. The moment she’s in my arms, everything else fades away and narrows down to just me and her. I lean in, inhaling her delicious sweet ‘Penelope’ smell and my bodywash, and tuck my head into her neck, enjoying just having her in my arms. She does the same and somehow, in a small windy parking lot at the base of the mountains, we become each other’s safe haven for a few precious seconds.
The sound of a choppy muffler startles us out of our embrace. When we make eye contact, I see a little embarrassment flit across her features, and then she smiles. “You were right, it’s a lot warmer down here,” she says as she takes off the jacket and scarf. She puts them into the back seat of her car and we head inside.
My anxiety ratchets even higher as we pull into the underground parking garage of her old apartment. We’re only blocks from the beach and the drive in was beautiful, so I’m not quite sure why I’m so on edge. I just can’t shake this feeling.
We made excellent time. It’s midmorning and down here the weather is beautiful. Breezy with no clouds in the sky. The weather should put me at ease, and it does make me smile, but the persistent nagging is still there.
As we get into the elevator, Penny reaches out and grabs my hand. When I look into her eyes, she gives me a reassuring smile. “Spencer won’t be here, and even if he did come home, he’s not a violent guy. Everything is going to be fine.”
Walking around the apartment she shared with her ex, I have to admit it’s nice. I still think my place is better, but the view of the ocean from here is amazing. Sometimes I wish I could have the coast and the mountains, but when forced to choose, it’s always the mountains. The peace and solitude I feel up there can’t compare to anywhere else. I wonder to myself if Penelope feels the same, but I don’t really think it matters. She’s made her choice and I have to respect that Piney Grove, and me for that matter, is what she wants. She hasn’t gone so far as to say that to me, but it’s in the way she looks at me, the way she touches me, the little looks I get when she thinks I’m not looking.
“Hey, can you help me bring this down to your truck?” I’m snapped out of my thoughts and back into the moment. I grab the nightstand she’s carrying out of her arms.
“I got this. Is there anything else that needs to go down?”
“Yeah, my dresser, and a box of books I want to keep.”
“Alright, why don’t you grab the books to put in your trunk and I’ll take this to my truck, then we can come back up and get the dresser together?”
“Sounds great,” she says as she disappears into the main bedroom. She’s back out in seconds, carrying a medium sized box. It looks heavy, but she’s got it.
We continue loading her things and by the time we get the dresser into my truck we’re both breathing heavily. She helps me cover everything with a tarp, just in case. We don’t want it all to get ruined because of a freak storm. I grab the bottle of water I picked up earlier and hand it to her.
“Thanks,” she says as she opens it and drinks some. When she pulls it back from her lips, she spills a little down her face. Time seems to slip into slow motion as I see a small stream of water run down her chin, drip onto her chest, and disappear into her cleavage. I stare at the tiny bit of water and lick my lips. My dick hardens just thinking about the trail that water is taking.
She watches me watching her, and I see her breathing pick up as her chest heaves under my watch. She loves my eyes on her almost as much as I love looking. I see her perky nipples rise through the thin long sleeve v-neck t-shirt she has on. It’s fitted to her every curve, such a simple thing becoming sexier than if she was standing here in lingerie.
She offers me the water and without taking my eyes off of her I reach out and grab it, pulling it to my mouth and downing it in a few swallows. She keeps eye contact with me, the lust in her eyes causing me to harden even more, making my jeans almost painful. Her tongue slips out of her mouth, gently wetting her lips, before she bites her lower lip. The picture she makes staring up at me right now is enough to drive a man wild. Dropping the water bottle to the ground, the faint echo of the plastic hitting the concrete floor hardly registering, I reach out and grab her, pulling her to me, my urgency causing me to be a little rougher than I usually would be. She doesn’t seem to mind.
I press her up against the cab of my truck, and as I make my way to her neck, I take a look around to make sure we’re alone. The parking garage is thankfully abandoned, and we’re tucked back and away from the entrance so even if someone did pull in, they would have to go out of their way to see us. Secure in that knowledge, I feast on her, pulling her thin v neck shirt down below her breasts and pushing her bra out of the way, a man on a mission. Finding her soft pink nipples, I glide my tongue first around one, then the other, delighting in the quiet moans and whimpers I’m getting from her.
I’ve never thought of myself as an exhibitionist, but I have to admit that the thought of someone coming in here and seeing us is pretty hot. Anyone could pull in or come out to their car and see what we’re doing.
She runs her hands through my hair scratching down the back of my head sending shivers through my body. “Are we really doing this right now?” she asks a little incredulity in her voice, but I hear some excitement in there too.
I look deep into her eyes trying to see if this is what she really wants or if she’s just swept up in the moment. “Only if you want to,” I say, choosing to let her decide.
She answers wordlessly, letting out a low groan and lunging for me again, surrendering to the lust of the moment. I quickly take another look around, but satisfied that we’re still alone, I wrap myself in her, too crazed with desire to care if someone comes along and sees us.
I reach down and unbutton her jeans and push them down her leg. She seems to figure out what I’m doing pretty quickly because she reaches out and does the same for me. I push her jeans all the way down her legs, pulling one leg completely out. Then I grab her around the waist and pull her against me.
She wraps her legs around my waist letting her jeans hang off one leg and I reach into my back pocket, thankful I didn’t take my jeans all the way down. Grabbing the condom I put there ‘just in case’, I pull it up between us. She grabs it from me and puts it between her teeth, tearing the package and pulling out the rubber. She reaches between us and slowly slides the condom on, taking care to make sure it goes all the way down. I grunt, trying to keep control and knowing I’m not going to last long.
I run one of my hands from her butt around to her pussy, letting out a low groan when I find it wet and ready for me. I rub her clit a few times, just to make sure she’s good and ready for me before repositioning and sinking deep inside her. Penny’s gasp and following moan echo through the empty parking garage. I start pumping into her, knowing we could get caught at any moment. She feels so good and almost without warning I feel her start to quicken underneath me. Her climax sets mine off and I yell out her name as I come, squeezing my eyes shut and seeing stars.
I hold her there for a moment, pressed against my truck as our breathing starts to even out. “You ok?” I ask, and that seems to bring her out of her post orgasmic daze. She brings her eyes up to meet mine and gives me a radiant smile.
“How could I be anything else after that?”
I give her a shy smile and lean forward to kiss her forehead.
Once we get ourselves put back together, we head back up to the apartment. On the elevator ride up I hear her stomach start to gurgle. “Are you as hungry as I am?” I ask.
“I didn’t realize how starving I was until right now actually,” she says as she gets a thoughtful look on her face. It brightens quickly and she says, “There’s this sandwich place a couple blocks away. Maybe you could go grab us some lunch. I should be done here by the time you’re back. We could eat and then get back on the road?” She says the last part as a question as though she wants my input on the plan.
“Whatever you need,” I tell her, and I mean it. I came to help her with whatever she needed, so this is all up to her.
“Thank you for being so great,” she says as she crosses the short distance to me and leans into my chest. I automatically wrap my arms around her and lean in, taking this brief moment to enjoy the peace before we separate and do what needs to be done.
The ding of the elevator startles us apart. She tells me what she wants and I head out, thoughts of her and our illicit parking garage adventures on my mind the whole way.
