Chapter 16 The Best For Last
THE BEST FOR LAST
Poppy
Shit. Shit. Shit. I’m supposed to talk to Owen tonight, but that’s obviously not happening.
The problem is, I don’t know what to say.
It doesn’t feel right to make something up, but I can’t exactly tell him why I’m canceling.
Ugh, the guilt is killing me. All I can do is give it my best shot, so here goes.
Poppy: Hey, so a friend from out of town surprised me with a visit this weekend. Can we reschedule for Sunday night?
Owen: Sure thing, beautiful.
Poppy: Thanks, and sorry.
Owen: No need to be sorry. Have fun with your friend.
Poppy: Thank you.
Well, that was way easier than I thought, but he’s so dang nice that I feel worse than before.
I can’t believe we only have one more conversation until we can finally see each other.
Unless that short one counts? How cool would it be if we could exchange pictures next time we talk?
The only problem is if this thing with Braden ends up turning into more than just sex.
But come on. That’s so unlikely. So much is against us that it would take an act of God to make it happen.
A, he’s a player and certainly not looking for anything serious, least of all starting a family.
B, he lives in San Diego. And C, he’d get bored with me in no time.
Mouse, as an endearment or not, was his first impression and not entirely off base.
So for now, I won’t think past the mind-blowing orgasms coming my way.
Thank God I keep a razor in my overnight emergency bag, because the hair on my legs is definitely an emergency, given the bath we’ll be sharing.
Sitting on the edge of the small tub, I lightly run the water and take care of the problem before standing to touch up another area he’ll be eyeing tonight.
When I’m finally ready, I’m about as nervous to bare myself for the third time in my life as I was the first.
Opening the door, I slowly leave the bathroom to Braden, already submerged in the water. Cheater.
“There she is,” he says when I emerge.
“Here I am…”
“Get your sexy ass over here and enjoy this bath with me. The view’s incredible, although you’ll give it a run for its money as soon as that robe comes off.”
My cheeks heat at his words, and when I stop three feet away, my arms instinctively cross over my waist in hesitation.
“Don’t go shy on me again. Show me what I’ve been missing these last few weeks.” He jerks his head in encouragement.
“Seriously, you’re like a completely different person than I originally met.
” My words emerge as I shake my head and remove the last layer of defense, exposing myself completely.
After laying it on the back of the chair, I quickly climb in to hide under the water, facing him on the opposite side of the tub.
“Now that’s a sight I’d love to see every day, right along with that red blooming on your cheeks to match your hair.”
“Stop it. You’re embarrassing me.”
“You should never be embarrassed. You’re fucking gorgeous. And Poppy?”
“Yeah?”
“I’m no different from the man you met, but because of you, I’m doing my damndest to become a better one.”
I shake my head in bewilderment. I’m so screwed.
He’s literally unraveling me. I’m walking straight into his trap with each sweet thing he says.
Add in the dirty things that come from his mouth, and I’m running toward it.
If I’m not careful, I’ll need some serious therapy after this weekend—if I stay, which, at this point, I’m not sure I have the willpower to resist.
“Come here, Poppy.” He motions me over with a tweak of his hand.
I awkwardly maneuver and scoot back as he pulls me against his chest.
“Lay your head on me, Mouse. Just relax.” He keeps his arms around my waist, simply holding me.
I take a deep breath, exhaling all the discomfort with it.
“That’s it. Just enjoy the moment.”
We sit in silence, and my eyes close, listening to our combined breathing in tune with the sounds of the night outside. Both windows next to the tub are cracked, and the sound is soothing. My body melts into his as all my unease slowly fades away.
His hands move to my shoulders and begin massaging, causing me to moan.
“You like that, I take it?” He chuckles.
“God, yes. Don’t stop.”
“Your wish is my command.”
If I thought I was relaxed before, at this point, I’ve dissolved into a puddle of pure bliss.
My moans of pleasure continue unbidden. He’s way too good at this.
A minute later, he wanders to my chest. Not to my breasts, but close enough to make me want him to touch them.
Each graze of his fingers builds the anticipation along with frustration.
“You can…” I start to say without thought, but catch myself.
“I can what?”
“Go lower.”
He moves down my arms.
“Here?”
“No,” I pout. “You know where.”
“Words, Mouse. Tell me where you want my hands,” he purrs into my ear.
Surrendering my pride, I huff out the response he’s waiting for. “You can touch my breasts.”
Finally, he makes his way to where I want him, but instead of kneading them and playing with my nipples, he teases me, gently skimming the edge, which is the direction my patience is heading.
“Like this?”
“Braden, pleeease. This is when I want you to take control. You’re sooo good at it.” Yes, I’m whining, but if that doesn’t work, I’m not sure what will. Luckily, it does the trick.
“That’s right, Poppy. Don’t forget it—stop trying to convince yourself that you don’t need this—that you don’t need me.” He squeezes both breasts, ending with a pinch to each nipple, eliciting the most wanton sound to escape.
“Is this all you wanted, Mouse? Or are you ready for more?” His hand dips lower before retreating.
“More,” I whine.
He chuckles again. “Fuck, you feel incredible. I’ll touch anywhere you want as long as I can keep my hands on you.”
“Yes,” I say as he grazes the top of my mound. I’m hoping he takes it from here without further direction, because I’m practically dying over here.
“You didn’t give me nearly enough time to look at this sexy body earlier. I’m not sure you deserve it,” he says while teasing my clit with the tip of his finger.
“Braden, seriously, you’re killing me.” I thrust my pelvis shamelessly.
“Be careful, Mouse. We don’t want to make a mess. And if you keep rubbing up against my dick, I can’t guarantee I won’t do something stupid and fuck you right here. Can you stay still for me?”
“Yes, anything, just touch me, please.”
One hand grips the front of my belly, holding me in place, which ends up being useful, because when his fingers finally plunge inside, my hips try bucking to no avail.
“Oh, God. That feels so good.”
“I know, baby, but you can’t move or the water will spill over the sides. If you hold still, I’ll make you come. Can you be a good girl?”
Damn, could I be any hotter for this man?
“Yes.”
“Promise?”
“Yes, yes, I promise.”
Satisfied with my answer, he pushes in farther and finds the spot that drives me wild, flicking and rubbing it aggressively, making my body come alive. My back arches against him as my head falls back in ecstasy onto his shoulder.
“You’re so fucking sexy,” he whispers into my ear.
He takes the opportunity to lick and kiss my neck, sending me even further toward release. My mewls become moans, and I’m a writhing mess, chasing my climax.
“Come for me, Mouse. Let me feel your pussy squeeze my fingers the way it’ll be squeezing my dick later. It’s been too long, baby. Need to see you fall apart.”
His dirty words always put me over the edge, and this time is no different. The pressure builds, and my core clenches, tighter and tighter, before the dam suddenly breaks, and the first wave of absolute pleasure hits me. I go to cry out, but he’s quicker as his hand covers my mouth.
“That’s it, baby, ride it out. Fuck, just like that.” His groin pushes into me, and the feel of his cock between my ass cheeks adds to the sensation.
Between that, his fingers working their magic and his lips on my neck, my climax goes on forever. When the pulses finally lessen, he removes the hand from my mouth, causing an enormous sigh to escape as my body sags in utter contentment.
“That’s what I like to hear.” He pulls out of me, eliciting another pulse as he retreats. “Damn, you’re fucking magnificent when you come. I practically orgasmed from watching.”
“How are you so good at that?” As soon as I say the words, I regret them. What a stupid question. He’s been with countless women—bad timing for a reminder.
Braden smiles and nuzzles my neck. “Lucky for you, I’ve had lots of practice. Lucky for me, I saved the best for last.”
What the heck? I’m sure he just means I’m the last one he’s with for now. Because he couldn’t have meant what it sounded like. Braden isn’t a one-woman kind of man, and I’d better keep reminding myself of that.
Braden
What. The. Fuck? Did that seriously come out of my own two lips? What is it about this girl that makes me lose all reason? She practically undoes me. Bringing her to climax in my arms was out of this world. It reminds me of the first time I pleasured her in the hot tub all those weeks ago.
She’s so damn responsive, and it’s fucking sexy as hell. Her body comes alive whenever I’m with her, like she was made for my touch. Now that I think about it…. Just because she hadn’t had sex before doesn’t mean she hadn’t done other things, and now I’m curious.
“Have you not had luck with other men making you feel that good?” The thought of another man touching her causes my gut to clench, which I won’t overanalyze at the moment.
“I, uh, guess they’ve been less talented.”
That wasn’t an answer, nor did it tell me what I really want to know. I’ll have to be specific to pull it from her. “Have you had anyone give you an orgasm that way?”
“No,” she whispers.
“I’m honored, and sorry you had to wait so long for me.” I kiss her temple. “That means you’ve had to fake it all these years?”