Chapter 27 Poppy
Poppy
Istep back and let exhale sharply. “You’re kidding me.”
“What’s wrong?” Nick asks, walking over.
“It’s Brody.” I close my eyes and tug a hand through my hair, annoyed and pissed off. “Why is he here?”
Another loud knock. When I look at Nick, he’s glaring at the door.
“I don’t know what his problem is. I told him to leave you alone,” he mutters.
“You did?”
“Yeah. Last night, when you were in the bathroom helping Anna with her dress, Brody came up to me.”
That irritated feeling turns to anger. “What did he say to you?”
“Nothing worth repeating,” Nick says.
My stomach sinks again. That probably means Brody said mean things to Nick. Or he was saying hurtful things about me.
“Poppy, are you in there? Open the door.”
Anger washes over me. “Go away, Brody. I don’t want to see you.”
“I just wanted to check on you and make sure you’re okay,” Brody says.
I scoff. “Why? How I’m doing is none of your business.”
“I’m worried about you, Poppy. That Nick guy is bad news.”
A protective feeling courses through me. How dare he say that?
Nick just rolls his eyes like he couldn’t give less of a crap what Brody thinks about him.
“Go away, Brody,” I say through the door. “I don’t care what you think about Nick. I don’t want to hear a word you have to say.”
“Poppy, you need to listen to—”
“She told you to leave,” Nick booms, cutting him off. “Get lost.”
There’s a muffled sound on the other side of the door, like Brody is angrily muttering to himself.
“I’m not going to leave until I know that you’re safe, Poppy,” Brody says, his tone indignant. “There’s no telling what that guy will do when he’s alone with you. I don’t trust him.”
I make an are-you-kidding-me face at the door. The nerve of Brody to try to disguise his jealousy and control as concern for me. He just doesn’t want to see me happy with another guy.
When I look up at Nick, though, he’s not mad. He looks like he’s trying not to laugh.
“What?” I ask him.
“This guy is easier to read than a book. He can’t have you, so he’s pulling out all the stops to cockblock you. It’s pathetic.”
An idea hits. “Then let’s do something about that. Right here. Right now.”
Nick’s brow furrows like he’s confused. “What do you mean?”
“I want to shove it in Brody’s face that you can do whatever you want with me. And that I like it.”
Recognition flashes in Nick’s rich brown eyes. “You want to pretend to fool around against the door?”
I shake my head. “I want to do it for real.”
Fiery ignites in Nick’s bourbon brown eyes. “You sure?”
I nod. He stands in front of me, closing the space between us. With his hand on my hip, he presses my back against the door.
He leans down and kisses my shoulder. “What exactly do you want me to do to you, Poppy?” he whispers.
The roughness of his voice, combined with his mouth on my skin, turns me on instantly. I’m aching between my legs, my body begging for more of his touch.
I look him in the eye and let out a shaky breath. “I want you to move your hand lower. Between my legs.”
His mouth curves up in a wicked smile. “You wanna break your rules again, wild girl?”
I bite my lip and nod. This is so unlike me. I’m a rule follower. I never do crazy things, ever.
But I don’t want to be that version of myself, not right now.
Right now, I want to be different. I want to get wild.
I want to live up to that nickname Nick gave me. I want to be the girl who refuses to let her ex win.
I want to make Brody regret coming here. I want him to regret ever thinking he could have a say in my life.
I hold Nick’s gaze. “I want to break my rules for you,” I rasp. “Please touch me.”
He doesn’t waste another second. He slides his hand between my legs, gently rubbing the outside of my shorts.
“Oh god,” I gasp.
Nick lowers his mouth to my shoulder again. He chuckles roughly against my skin, then gently licks a trail to the base of my neck. I shiver.
“I’m just getting started, honey,” he whispers against my skin. “But already you’re trembling.”
He circles his thumb over the thin fabric, right over my clit. My knees buckle.
Nick’s free hand on my waist holds me steady against the wall.
“You’re already so close to coming, aren’t you?”
“Yes,” I whine.
Gently, he presses his teeth against the base of my neck. He works slow, gentle circles over my clit. The pleasure simmers between my legs, making me hot all over. My stomach muscles tense. My eyes roll back. I’m panting and moaning so loud.
“You’ve gotta be fucking kidding me,” Brody mutters.
Nick straightens up to his full height. I whine at the loss of his mouth, but he just winks at me.
“Oh, good. You can hear us,” he says to Brody.
“Fuck off,” Brody mutters.
“I will in a minute. First, I’ve gotta take care of my girl.”
My head swims as Nick pushes aside the crotch of my shorts and skims his fingers over my soaking wet slit.
“Oh, fuck,” Nick mutters. “So wet.”
He presses his mouth to mine and gives me a slow, teasing kiss. My head spins. I feel heavy and like I’m floating all at once. How is that possible?
He teases his tongue against mine, and I whimper. Then he slides his finger into my pussy. I gasp.
A devilish smile spreads across Nick’s handsome face. “Tell your ex just how much you like my fingers, honey.”
I cry out as he pushes another finger into me. God. They’re so big and thick. I feel so full and pushed to the edge, but in the most delicious way.
“Oh god, Nick,” I cry out as he presses his palm against my clit. The pleasure amps up instantly.
He rubs his fingers deep inside me, and I cry out. I think he just found my G-spot.
“Oh my god, so good, yes, just like that…” I babble.
All the muscles in my body tense. Heat and pressure twist inside of me. I start to shake.
I dig my hands into Nick’s massive, muscled forearms. My pussy is aching. I’m so full and on the edge of exploding.
When I gaze up at Nick, his jaw is tense, and his eyes are focused and fiery.
“You like it when I fuck you with my fingers, honey?”
I nod. He shakes his head.
“Say it, Poppy.”
My clit jumps at his growled command.
“I like it when you fuck me with your fingers, Nick.”
My eyelids flutter, and my head rolls back against the door.
“Good girl,” he rasps. He presses his palm harder against my clit. Something inside of me starts to spark and unravel.
I’ve never been teased like this. I’ve never been touched like this. Nick is so sure with his hands. It’s like he knows exactly what to do to bring me close to the edge, then keep me there until I’m on the verge of unraveling.
“Look at you, honey. Your whole body is begging to come.”
I nod at him, my chest tight as the pressure builds and builds.
“Nick, please…”
He captures my mouth in another slow, filthy, teasing kiss.
Then he pulls away and kisses my neck and shoulder again, sinking his teeth into the sensitive skin. I gasp and buckle between him and the door.
“There it is,” he murmurs. “That’s your spot, wild girl. You like it a little rough right here.”
He gently bites my skin while working me in his hand. A second later, I come.
I thrash against the door, and my legs give out completely, but Nick’s broad body holds me up.
My orgasm crashes through me, pummeling me from the inside out. I feel like I’m drowning in waves of pleasure. It’s heaven.
Every muscle inside of me tightens. It feels like every inch of my skin is on fire with red, hot arousal. Bursts of color cloud my vision. I can’t see or hear or think or move. I scream so loud, my throat aches.
After what feels like minutes, I start to come down.
My entire body feels like goo. I blink quickly as my vision starts to focus. I’ve never come like that in my life, ever.
Not with Brody. Not by myself while using a vibrator.
No orgasm I’ve ever had has felt that intense. That mind-bending.
I stand there as I try to catch my breath, my brain struggling to process how good that was. How insanely good Nick made me feel with just his hand. How quickly he was able to get me off.
Slowly, he pulls his fingers out of me.
Holding my gaze, he licks his fingers clean. It sets something off inside of me. Something wild and feral.
I glance down and see an impressive bulge at the front of his pants.
I want him. Now.
A second later, I grab him and push him against the wall. I sink to my knees, unzip his pants, and peel back his boxer briefs.
Wow.
I take a moment to admire his impressive length. And thickness.
I wrap my hand around the base of his hard cock, my mouth watering.
I glance up at Nick, who’s breathing hard as he stares at me. His eyes are big, like he wasn’t expecting this.
“I need you in my mouth,” I say. And then I slide the head of his dick past my lips.