Page 49 of The Housebreaker's Assistant
“I’m furious with you for being a reckless ignoramus,” he growled.
He grabbed Penny’s arms, intending to muscle him off and push him into the hay somewhere else. He didn’t have the leverage for that, though, and Penny had other ideas.
Before he could do anything, the younger man brought his mouth crashing down on top of Greer’s. His lips were soft and insistent, and when his tongue brushed across the stubbornly tight line of Greer’s mouth, a shiver of longing so powerful it knocked the wind out of him swept through Greer.
He told himself that shock made him weak, that was why he parted his lips to let Penny in. The bastard had used surprise to catch him unawares. He never would have kissed the devil otherwise. He wouldn’t have let his body go lax, his hands traveldown Penny’s hips and around to grip his pert backside, and his eyes grow heavy with lust if the man hadn’t taken advantage of him.
“That’s more like it,” Penny hummed triumphantly between kisses.
Greer dug his fingertips hard into the bastard’s backside and squeezed insistently enough to bruise him in protest. He was not weak and compliant. He was not the lesser of the two of them.
But he couldn’t stop himself from kissing Penny back or from arching his hips up as Penny reached between the two of them to work open the fastenings of Greer’s trousers. He had no interest in common sense as he let go of Penny’s arse to fumble with his trousers and to thrust a hand into his drawers to scoop out his cock and balls.
“Yes,” Penny panted, deep and desperate. “Now.”
Whatever fallen angel possessed Greer’s body in that moment, Greer didn’t care. He didn’t want the feeling to go away, either. Penny scrambled to bring Greer’s cock and balls out into the open as his open mouth rested so close to Greer’s, breathing the same air as him and making the same needy sounds. They were in the hayloft of someone else’s barn with cows somewhere below them and strangers in the house just beyond, but neither of them could help themselves.
Their hands tangled and got in each other’s way as they both moved to grasp their cocks together. The result was a confused, messy jumble of fingers and cocks as they competed to get the larger handful. Both of their hands held the two of them together as they rocked and jerked against each other, clumsily giving each other pleasure.
Penny laughed, wild and free. Greer loved the sound and hated that he loved it. He grasped the back of Penny’s head with his free hand and dragged him down for another searing kiss. The two of them groaned and grunted as they rubbed together,mad with desire, their blood still pumping from the housebreak and the flood of things they felt for each other.
None of it should in any way have been as hot as it was. They were worse than two boys just discovering what their cocks were for. But like a lad ten years his junior, Greer couldn’t hold onto his orgasm once it started to flood through him.
“God, Penny!” he groaned, thrusting his hips and shooting hot streams of cum all over their tangled hands.
“Greer,” Penny sighed, then added something incoherent as more wet warmth joined the mess on Greer’s belly, where his shirt had hitched up.
Greer’s whole body was on fire, despite the pinch of shame for how quick he’d been and how easily Penny had been able to take what he wanted from him. Bigger still was the sheepishness of knowing just how much he’d loved every second of their frantic pleasure. It wasn’t even fucking, and it definitely wasn’t love-making, but it had been the most perfect release all the same.
“Face the truth,” Penny said at last, dropping like a stone in a pond to Greer’s side. “You like me. You like having me with you.”
It was true, but Greer only dared to grunt in reply lest he reveal more of what he felt for the maddening red-head than he should.
And then the bastard had the audacity to roll against him, throwing a leg over Greer’s and cuddling against him as if they were long-time lovers enjoying a cozy room in a seaside inn on holiday.
Greer let out a sigh and gave in to the feeling. It was pointless to fight against all the things Penny made him feel. The battle would only wear him out when he needed all of his faculties with him to complete the task they’d been sent to do.
“You’re such a bastard,” he muttered as he closed his eyes and begged sleep to take him quickly to spare him from the embarrassment.
“But you love me,” Penny said, his voice groggy and half-asleep.
Greer’s eyes snapped open, and he stared up at the cracks in the barn roof above him, straight up to the moon and the stars. Bloody hell. The scamp was right. He was falling desperately in love with Penny.
Chapter Fifteen
Penny’s mind whirled through what was left of the night, making it difficult for him to sleep. Every detail of the castle kept dancing through his mind, suggesting ways to get in and out of the building most effectively, and plotting how they could distract the guard and other members of the household long enough to free Lord Fabian from his tower prison.
Those thoughts weren’t the most powerful ones that kept his brain buzzing and his heart thumping as he snuggled against Greer’s side, sharing the man’s warmth in their straw bed under the eaves of the drafty barn. The thoughts that truly kept Penny awake were those of the future, of what it might look like if he and Greer threw their lot in together and continued on as a team in housebreaking or running a street gang.
Or even retiring to some peaceful stretch of the country so they could raise sheep or grow wheat, Helen safe and calm with them.
It was those shockingly domestic visions that finally lulled Penny to sleep, just as the first kisses of dawn touched the horizon. How happy the three of them could be if they could just leave everything else behind and cling to one another! The visionappealed to more than just his cock. It appealed to his heart and soul.
He did not have a chance to doze for long. The increasing light woke Greer, and as he stretched away his sleep, Penny woke fully and snuggled even closer. Greer’s body was so fit and firm, and even unwashed and laced with the scents of sweat and spunk, Penny would have rather buried his face against his lover’s neck than into any rose.
“Good morning,” he mumbled, rubbing his face against Greer’s shoulder like a cat marking his territory.
“Morning,” Greer said gruffly.
