13. Poppy
CHAPTER 13
POPPY
C olter’s hand is on my thigh drawing circles, and when he squeezes me, I suck in a breath. The console is up and I’m sitting next to him in his truck. I’m wearing a skirt tonight, and the feel of his rough hand on me has me opening my thighs. His hand slides higher, and I laugh as I put my hand over his. “You keep that up and we’re not going to make it to Abby and Davis’.”
“That’s okay because I want to take you back to bed anyway.”
Surprised, I just shake my head. “How can you want to do it again already?”
His voice is deep and thoughtful. “Trust me, honey. I’m always ready when it comes to you.”
My whole body trembles at his words because the same is true for me. It’s been a week since the first time we had sex, and it’s become an addiction for me. I can’t seem to get enough of Colter.
I lean my head on his shoulder and make him a promise. “Afterward, I’ll come to your house if you want me to.”
He turns and kisses the top of my head before focusing back on the road. “Oh, you’re coming to my house.”
I laugh and lean back to look at him. “Oh, I am, huh?”
His hand slides up my thigh. “Yeah, I want you again tonight.”
There’s no arguments out of me. I lay my head back down on his shoulder, and we’re quiet the rest of the way to his friends’ house.
Davis and Abby’s house is beautiful and cozy with a white picket fence outside. As we walk up the front steps, nerves start to take over. “You okay?” he asks me.
I nod my head. “Yeah, I’m okay. I just hope your friends like me, that’s all.”
He looks almost shocked at my confession. “Honey, they’re going to love you.”
I try to hide my doubts and stand next to him as he knocks on the front door. Almost instantly, as if they’d been waiting on us, the whole family is standing in front of us as they open the door. Davis has a little girl on his hip, and Abby has a baby boy in her arms. Abby is smiling ear to ear, and she points between Colter and me. “So I guess it was okay I told her where you lived, Colter?”
I look up at Colter, who is openly gazing at me, and a blush forms on my face. He kisses me on the forehead and then chuckles. “Yeah, I’m glad you did. I owe you one, Abby.” He turns to the little girl in Davis’ arms. “Come on, sweetheart. I hear you’re playing soccer now.”
The little girl bounces from her father’s arms into Colter’s, and I’m pretty sure my ovaries are going to explode. Colter gestures to me. “Alexis, this is my girlfriend, Poppy. Poppy, this is Alexis.”
The cute little girl smiles at me shyly. “Hi.”
I give her a little wave. “Hi.”
Colter bounces her up and then leans toward the baby. “This little guy is DJ.”
And Davis leans toward me, holding his hand out. “And I’m Davis.”
I shake his hand, and even though he’s smiling at me, I can see he has something on his mind.
Colter leans over and kisses me. “We’re going to go kick a ball around. You’ll be okay?”
I nod. “Yes, of course, go.”
As soon as Colter, Davis, and Alexis walk through the house, Abby pulls me inside the door. “Come in, come in. Dinner will be ready soon, but we can sit on the back porch and talk while they play.”
I follow behind her through the house. “Sounds good.”
As I sit in the rocking chair, I soak it all in. It’s a little chaotic and loud, but it’s perfect and makes me want things that I didn’t know I was ready for. I can feel Abby looking at me, and I smile. “You have a beautiful family.”
She nods. “Thank you. I think they’re pretty perfect, but I’m a little biased.”
We chat some more, and I can’t take my eyes off of Colter. At one point he stumbles, but Davis grabs him and holds him upright. I can see the connection they have, and even though I don’t know everything about their past, it’s obvious their bond is unbreakable.
After everyone gets washed up for dinner, I set the table as Colter plays with the kids and Abby and Davis finish preparing the meal. It’s a group effort, and it feels good to be a part of it.
Abby brings in the last of the food as Davis brings in the platter of grilled chicken and steaks. When Colter walks into the dining room holding baby DJ and Alexis skipping behind him, I feel my heart pounding in my chest. I want to have this man’s babies.
I don’t know where the thought comes from, but all through dinner, that’s all I can think about.
I try to focus on what they’re talking about, I really do, but it makes it hard since Colter holds the baby through most of dinner. He’s a natural.
Abby clears her throat. “Colter, have you heard anything about Zach and his mission?”
Davis chimes in. “Honey, you know he can’t talk about that.”
She nods. “I know that, but my brother has been on this mission for six months, and I haven’t heard anything from him. I mean, no one knows anything.”
I look at Colter, and he’s uncomfortable with the question. He looks down at DJ. “You know I can’t talk about it, Abby.”
Abby is frustrated, and I can’t say I blame her. If I had a brother, I would be worried too. It’s obvious that Davis and Colter know something, and she’s not going to just let it go. “Can you at least tell me if he’s alive?”
Davis reaches for her hand and holds it. “Honey, I told you he’s alive, and you know if he was in trouble, I would go and get him. But we can’t tell you anything other than that.”
She looks at her husband and nods before putting on a smile. “Right, I’m sorry. I get a little crazy, ya know. I just miss him.”
I can feel the tension around the table, but soon Alexis has us laughing at her antics.
We finish dinner and talk some more, and before I know it, I’m helping clear the table with Davis.
“Yeah, yeah, you go ahead, Colter. You get the fun job of playing with the kids. We got this.”
Colter laughs and disappears into the living room with the two kids. Abby is in the kitchen while I help load up plates.
Davis looks at me, opens his mouth, and then closes it. I’m left with the feeling again that he has something he wants to say to me, so I stop, holding the plates in my arms. “Go ahead. Ask me.”
He tilts his head to the side, and I nod. “You have something you want to say or ask me. Go ahead.”
He looks into the living room and then back at me. “He’s a good guy. One of my very best friends, and he’s been through hell.” He blows out a breath and runs his hand through his hair. “Just don’t hurt him.”
I juggle the plates in one arm and point at myself. “You think I’ll hurt him?”
His face turns red. “I’m saying this all wrong. It’s just he likes you… a lot. He’s different with you. Happy. I just…”
His voice trails off, and I know I need to step in. “I won’t hurt him, Davis. I like him a lot too.”
He sighs in relief. “Okay.”
He takes the plates from me, and after I thank him, he walks into the kitchen. He’s a man of few words and reminds me a lot of Colter. I look at the man in question, and he looks happy with the kids.
We finish cleaning up, and soon it’s time for us to go.
Colter helps me into his truck, and I’ve already slid to the middle by the time he gets in. We’re driving across town, and I can’t wait a second longer. “Colter.”
His hand is on my thigh. “Yeah, honey?”
I point up ahead. “There’s a turn up here. Can you take it?”
He looks at me, confused. “You want me to turn on the old dirt road that leads out to Makeout Point?”
I nod, glad it’s dark so he won’t see the embarrassment on my face. I mean, how do I explain that seeing him with those kids has made me feral for him, and I don’t even want to wait until we get to his house to have him?
Instead of happy, his face turns down, but he does as I ask.
“If you don’t want to go, we don’t have to.”
He shrugs. “I want to go with you, but I’m struggling thinking that you’ve been here before with someone else.”
I lean into him. I love this possessive side of him. “I’ve never been there before, but I’ve heard about it.”
He’s still tense next to me, so I grab his hand at my thigh, part my legs, and bring his hand up to my core. I press his finger against the wet patch of my underwear. “That’s what you do to me, Colter, and I don’t want to wait until we get home to take care of it.”
He steps on the gas, and we bounce across the dirt road. He stops when we get to the opening. There are no other cars around, and as soon as he puts the truck into park, I lift up and throw my leg over to straddle him.
“Whoa!” he says. “What’s the rush, honey?”
I’m undoing his jeans, and I push his pants down so I can reach in and wrap my hand around his erection. I stroke him once, twice, and his precum coats my hand. His hands are on my hips, and he’s staring at me in awe.
I waste no time. I pull my panties to the side, line him up, and impale myself on his hard girth.
Moans fill the cab of the truck as I ride him.
He pulls my shirt up, discards my bra, and suckles me. I should be worried that we’re in a public place and someone could show up at any moment, but I trust Colter, and I know he’s not going to let that happen.
“Oh God, you feel so good,” I tell him breathily.
“Fuck.” He groans as I buck against him. He’s kneading my breast and kissing my neck, and when his other hand slides between my legs and strokes my clit, I come unglued. The orgasm takes over my body, and I writhe uncontrollably, but I don’t stop until he’s coming inside me. For just a second, I let myself believe that he’s putting his baby in me.
Just the thought intensifies everything.