Chapter 5 #3
All the saliva evaporates from my mouth while Vance hisses beside me, his stupid devil horn smacking me in the face this time. “Definitely gay,” he remarks, his voice hoarse. I snatch his mask and toss it across the elevator.
“Tristan,” His tone has my cock throbbing in response.
Poppy lets out a dramatic sigh as she moves back to her corner.
I hate the distance, even though it’s only a leg width apart.
“If he had told me he was gay, I would’ve supported him, of course.
But to lie about it and string me along?
” She winces. “I don’t even know where I’m going to stay tonight.
There aren’t any vacant hotels or seats on any flights to get back home. ”
“You’re leaving?” I close my eyes to calm myself, trying to ignore the panic squeezing my lungs.
Her shoulders lift. “Apparently not. I’ll be staying on a bench somewhere.” Grumbling, she folds her arms and straightens out her legs, accidentally bumping mine with hers.
“You can stay with me.” I blurt without thought. Vance grimaces and shakes his head, covering his face with his hand. Who the fuck am I? I don’t offer for people to stay with me.
She’s not just people, though.
Poppy shuffles around, then her face appears inches from mine, her soft hands balancing on my thighs once more.
When the scent of her vodka and vanilla breath hits me, I have to will myself not to reach out and close the distance with my lips.
“Really?” She searches my eyes, her teeth scraping across her bottom lip.
“It’s better than a bench,” I shrug, and she fucking climbs onto my lap, making my heart gallop like a schoolboy getting to see tits for the first time. Her arms wrap around my neck as she buries her head into the crook of my neck. Her ass is cushioning my cock, which is now at full salute.
“Why?” she asks, pulling out of my neck and looking back at my face. She’s so fucking close, I could capture her lips by shifting about half an inch.
Vance’s hand appears between us, wrapping around her throat and tugging her towards him, drawing sharp inhales from us both and causing my cock to strain even more. It’s going to burst at this rate.
“Because you’ve been such a good girl this year.” He smirks, and then, to my utter fucking shock, crashes his lips to hers. Exhilaration saturates me when she greedily accepts his advance, her hips jolting forward, rocking against my lap and sending heat racing up my spine.
Suddenly, the elevator shudders, and the lights switch on, blinding us.
“Good news. We will have you moving in a few minutes.” The voice coming through the intercom has Poppy pushing away from us with a little squeak.
I watch her sexy fucking body as she jumps to her feet, the lace of her panties the only thing keeping her pussy hidden from us.
She’s a work of art. Nothing I imagined did her justice.
When she turns around to face us, she startles, looking at Vance, who gets to his feet. Poppy’s jaw goes slack, a hand landing on her chest like she’s seen a ghost.
What the hell happened? I look around the small space, standing up to see what spooked her, but it’s just us in here.
“It’s you?” she gulps, not taking her gaze from Vance, her eyes expanding.
I look between them, confusion swarming in my brain like bees. “You know each other?” My finger flits between them.
He says, “No,” as she says, “Yes,” a pink blush staining her neck before moving up to her cheeks like a rising tide.
Clearing his throat, Vance bows his head, “This is the girl from the hotel last night.” Grimacing and rubbing a hand across his jaw, his words are barely audible.
Bullshit.
My mind goes to the jar of sweets she gifted me with the damn hotel sticker on.
No fucking way.
I’m pretty sure the elevator plummeted an hour ago and I’m laying at the bottom with my brain spilled across the floor. “The escort?” I ask for confirmation because he’s got to be messing with me. Because there’s no fucking way. This is a joke they somehow concocted to fuck with me.
I grimace when Poppy slaps at hand to cover her mouth like she’s about to throw up. “I may have got that part wrong.” Vance frowns, raking his eyes over her.
“You think?” I growl, my mind churning, trying to recall everything he told me about what they did last night. Mother fucking lucky bastard.
She runs a hand through her hair and blows out a harsh breath before turning from us and staring at the numbers that begin ascending on the control panel.
Vance and I right our clothing then collect our sacks, looking back-and-forth between each other and Poppy.
I can’t fucking believe he got inside Poppy when I’ve been dreaming of doing just that for the last three months.
How could he mistake her for an escort? You can cut the atmosphere with my hard fucking cock, it’s that thick.
The elevator pings, and the door slides open to loud music and voices chatting. Poppy’s breathing fills the space inside our box, none of us making a move to leave. When the doors close then ping back open, I say, “My place?”
“Fucking right,” Vance rumbles. Poppy doesn’t look at either of us, her red fingernail pushing the button to close the doors then hits the one for the parking garage.