24. Wyatt
24
Wyatt
T he door to my room closes at the same time as Poppy’s, and I drop my head into my hands, slumping back against the wall.
There’s no way in hell I’m going to sleep now. All I can think about is Poppy—the taste of her, the feel of her, how wet and responsive she was to my touch, how close she was to orgasm, in the back of that limo.
I must have lost my mind, doing that. Touching her like that.
But the way she looked at me, the way she whispered, you are the most wonderful man I’ve ever met … I couldn’t hold back any longer. I’ve fought feelings for Poppy for a long time, and there’s only so much a man can resist a woman who tells him how good he is.
Especially when she begs him to kiss her. When she tells him she wants it as much as he does. When she looks like sex in a princess dress.
The shower turns on next door, and I try not to let myself imagine Poppy naked, stepping under the stream of hot water. I could go in there right now. I’m sure she’d welcome me, pull me under the water with her. Ask for more.
I want you to fuck me .
Jesus. How did I resist that in the limo? She was so ready for me that I could have thrust into her and she would have let me. Hell, she would have loved it. Even though I know I did the right thing, regret tugs at me as I brush my teeth, strip down to my boxer-briefs, and slide into the cool sheets of the king-sized bed. It’s hot tonight, and not only because of the weather.
Bailey’s voice floats from across the hall, and I cringe, hating myself. What would she think if she knew what we’d been doing in the back of that limo? If she knew the things I want to do to her friend, even after I promised to keep Poppy safe? She’d hate me, wouldn’t she? And she’d have every right to.
I’m about to turn the lamp off on the nightstand when there’s a quiet knock at my door. So quiet, in fact, I almost think I’ve imagined it. My desire for Poppy to come and finish what we started is so great, despite myself, that it’s very possible.
But the knock comes again, and the handle turns. When Poppy’s head pokes tentatively into the room, my pulse jumps.
“Are you awake?”
“What do you think?” I whisper back.
She glances over her shoulder, then slips into the room, pulling the door shut behind her. My gaze fastens on the skimpy nightgown she’s wearing—soft gray cotton with white lace on the hems, cupping her perfect breasts and falling to mid-thigh. I can’t decide if this is what she normally wears to bed, or if she’s put it on just for me, but in this moment I don’t care.
She wanders to the bed, sinking onto the edge beside me. “I don’t think I’ll be able to sleep,” she murmurs.
I blow out a long breath, raking a hand through my hair. “You and me both.”
Poppy’s gaze moves over my bare torso, sitting up in bed. “Wyatt… God. The limo…”
“I know.”
“It was amazing. I wish we could have asked the driver to keep driving all night.”
A small laugh chuffs out of me. If we’d been in that limo much longer, I would have given in to everything she wanted, and more. Maybe it’s a good thing we got back here when we did.
Dean’s laugh drifts from across the hall, and we glance at the door. I swallow, trying to do the right thing.
“You should go.”
Poppy’s brow knits. “Is that what you want?”
Fuck, no .
“I…” Yes. I should say yes, but I can’t get the word out.
She shuffles up the bed, reaching past me to turn off the lamp. Darkness blankets the room and I blink, waiting for my eyes to adjust. I can’t see Poppy, but I can feel the heat of her, hear her breathing, smell the fresh scent of soap. The bed shifts as she stands, and my heart falls. She’s leaving, like I asked her to, and I should be glad.
But I’m not pleased in the slightest.
So when I feel her climb onto the mattress on the other side of me, pulling the covers back and sliding under next to me, I shuffle further under to join her.
I reach for her in the dark and she slips into my arms. Her skin is warm and damp from the shower, so soft under my hands, and she tucks perfectly into my chest.
“I’ll go if you want,” she whispers, pressing her lips to my shoulder.
How on earth would I be able to tell her to leave now? I should. I can still hear Bailey and Dean talking across the hall, and my daughter could walk in here at any minute if she wanted. It’s unlikely she would, but…
“Wyatt?” Poppy wriggles out from my arms, climbing over me. She straddles my hips, lowering her chest until it’s flush with mine, her hair falling around us. In the dark I can just make out the outline of her lips, the glint in her eye. She knows exactly what she’s doing, and I fucking love it.
And despite knowing better, I press my lips to hers. “You’re not going anywhere.”
She sighs in relief, rocking her hips against mine. Her heat presses to my cock, making my blood rush south, making me hard in seconds. As her tongue meets mine, I slide my hands down her back, stroking her ass, wanting to slip them into her panties again. Only, she’s not wearing any.
“Fuck,” I mutter.
“What?” she asks, the picture of innocence.
“You know what.” I thrust my hard cock against her wet center, dizzy at the thought that the only thing between us is my underwear. “You came into my room with no panties on.”
She giggles quietly into my shoulder. “Are you mad?”
I grip her hips, holding her in place while I grind against her pussy. She’s already wet, I can feel it.
“What do you think?”
She giggles again, the sweetest fucking sound, and I capture her mouth with mine. I love having her on me like this, so I can hold her close, feel her everywhere at once. Her fingers brush my nipple piercing, sending heat rocketing through me, and I give a low growl into her ear. She tugs at my boxer-briefs, and I know if I let her remove them, there’s no way we won’t be having sex.
But I can’t stop her.
We’re on vacation, I reason, as I kick them off. This isn’t real life, I tell myself, as I tug her nightgown over her head. It doesn’t count.
It can’t.
Then she’s back on me, the heat of her everywhere. Her breasts press to my chest, her slippery pussy settling against my cock.
“Are you sure you want this, baby?”
Her breath shudders out against my lips. “Keep calling me that. I love it.”
Good to know .
But I need a firm answer.
“Poppy—”
“Yes, Wyatt.” She rocks her hips, sliding back and forth across my shaft. I’m not inside her yet, but she’s so wet, all it will take is the slight tilt of her hips for me to slip in. “If you can’t feel how much I want this, you need to see a doctor.”
A laugh rushes up my throat, but I catch myself in time. The last thing I need is to make any noise that will catch Bailey’s attention right now. Not when her friend is straddling me, wet and naked, seconds away from taking my cock.
“I don’t need a doctor. I can feel it.”
“Good.”
I’m about to ask her about birth control, or see if I have a condom in my wallet, when she shifts her hips and I slide inside her.
After that, I lose the ability to think. All I can do is feel; the weight of Poppy on me, the warmth of her mouth as it finds mine in the dark, the tight heat of her pussy gripping me as she sinks lower.
“Oh my God,” she whispers, shifting her weight. “You’re fucking huge.”
I can’t help the grin that splits my face. “Too big for you, baby?”
“No.” She lifts her hips and slowly sinks back down, easing my cock deeper until she’s taking my full length. “Perfect for me.”
You’ve got that right .
I thrust gently into her, taking her nipple in my mouth, and she lets out a moan that makes us both freeze. My gaze flies to the door, heart rapping at my ribcage.
Nothing happens.
Thank God .
“You need to be quiet.” I stroke Poppy’s hair. “You want my cock, baby? You have to take it quietly.”
“Fuck, Wyatt,” she whispers, clenching around me. “I want your cock. I’ll take it however you want to give it to me.”
Holy fucking hell.
Heat tears through me, making my dick twitch inside her. I’ve never heard such filthy words from a woman in my life, and before I can stop myself, I flip us over, pinning her hands to the bed. I want to pound her recklessly until her head hits the headboard, but it’s impossible to do that without making noise. I’ll have to fuck her quietly, but I don’t mind. She’s right—I’ll take her however I can have her.
“Tell me you want me,” she breathes, and I sigh, trailing kisses down her chest.
“Poppy…” I press my lips to her collarbone, giving a slow roll of my hips. “I’ve wanted you since you moved in. Longer, if I’m honest.”
“Longer?”
“Since…” Shit, I don’t know how honest I should be. “Since I saw you at Bailey’s birthday last year.”
“Really?” she asks, breathless, as I thrust again.
I’ll never forget the first time I saw her at that bar in the East Village. She was slimmer then, almost as if she hadn’t been eating properly, but I like her even more now. She’s softer, curvier—there’s more for me to touch, to hold onto. Despite her slight frame at the party, I noticed her instantly. Her copper hair, those scarlet lips, and deep brown eyes that contained so much sadness. She was smiling, but I could tell it was forced. It had intrigued me, how someone so beautiful could look so unhappy, and I spent the entire night stealing glances at her, hoping she’d cheer up.
She didn’t.
Knowing what I know now about Kurt, it makes sense, and I wish I could have done something then and saved her from him. Protected her from getting hurt.
But she’s here now, and I want to give her what she needs. I want to make her feel good in all the ways she deserves.
I press a kiss to her lotus tattoo, inside her wrist. “Really, baby.”
“Me too.”
I study her face, even though I can’t quite see her expression in the dark. “Are you serious?”
“Yes, Wyatt. I shouldn’t have been looking, because I was with…” I’m pleased she doesn’t say his name, not when I’m inside her. “But I couldn’t help myself. I saw you and thought, fuck, he’s the sexiest man I’ve ever seen.”
Christ. How did I not know that?
I kiss her neck, her chest, sucking her nipple into my mouth. Her hands dig into my hair, twisting in the strands, and my dick twitches again. At this rate I won’t last long. Knowing she’s wanted this as long as me, knowing we’ve both fought it.
“And now here you are,” I say, “sneaking into my room in the middle of the night.”
She giggles again, that soft sound that does something to my heart. Something I don’t want to even think about.
I thrust a little harder this time, and the headboard bangs the wall.
Shit.
My pulse scatters, and I slow my movements, cursing the fact that I have to be so careful. I can’t fuck her as well as I’d like, as well as I think she’d like me to, and it suddenly matters to me that this is a night to remember. I’m not sure we’ll be able to do this again.
But I can’t let myself think about that now.
I give a gentle roll of my hips, snaking a hand between us to stroke her clit, swollen and slippery under my fingers, and Poppy lets loose another moan as I touch her there and thrust hard at the same time.
“Baby,” I rasp, covering her mouth with my hand. “You’re not being quiet.”
Her eyes flash, and she clenches around my cock. She likes my hand there, I can tell. She likes the idea that we could get caught, that we have to be quiet.
I thrust slowly, drawing out the pleasure, and she moans quietly, her breath hot on my hand.
“You’re such a naughty girl,” I tell her, withdrawing to give another agonizingly slow thrust. “Sneaking into my room.”
She squirms underneath me, fingers digging into my ass as she pulls me into her.
“Not wearing any panties.”
Another thrust, deeper now, and the heat simmering low in my abdomen builds. I need to make sure she gets there before I do.
“Climbing onto my cock.”
I stroke her clit, building up my thrusts in a gentle rhythm, with as much force as I can manage without shaking the bed. She writhes under me, her moans muffled by my hand.
“Good, baby?”
She nods, squeezing her legs around me. “Harder.”
I glance at the door, grimacing. “I can’t. Too loud.”
She sighs into my hand, and an idea hits me. I pull away, taking her hand, leading her to the rug on the floor. Then I stop.
What the hell am I doing, fucking Poppy on the floor? She’s better than that.
Apparently, she isn’t. She reaches for me hungrily, pulling me down on top of her. “I need you, Wyatt.” I thrust back into her hard, and she moans.
“Shh,” I say, driving into her. I can fuck her harder here, with the rug absorbing most of our movements. Of course, if anyone were to open the door—
The thought evaporates from my mind when Poppy lifts her head to flick her tongue over my nipple piercing, whimpering as she does so. Heat surges through me, and I pin her hands above her head with one of mine, placing the other over her mouth. She spreads her legs wider, her eyes rolling back as I slam into her again.
“You like it hard, don’t you?” I whisper. She nods, squirming on the floor as I fuck her. “You like feeling my cock buried inside you?”
“Yes,” she pants against my hand. When I drive back into her, she moans louder and I clamp my hand more firmly over her mouth.
“Shh, pretty girl. Just take my cock.”
Something about that, and the rhythm of my hips, seems to push her over the edge. She quivers underneath me, bucking and thrashing as I pound into her. Seeing her come nudges me over too, and I bury myself to the hilt, spilling into her, muffling my moans into her shoulder.
We lie there for a moment, breathing hard, still connected. A sound in the hallway snaps me to my senses, and I roll off her, fumbling for the comforter and yanking it off the bed, over us. Not that it would do much good—why on earth would I be on the floor with the comforter? With Poppy?
But the noise passes, and I suck in a breath as the reality of the situation hits me.
I just fucked my daughter’s best friend on the floor… while my daughter was next door.
What is wrong with me?
“Stop,” Poppy whispers, and I glance down at her. “I know what you’re thinking. Stop.”
I sigh, searching for a washcloth or something to clean up. There’s a box of tissues on the nightstand and I pluck a fistful, handing them to her. She shoves them between her legs, looking up at me with a frown.
“I mean it, Wyatt.” She sits up, leaning against my side. “Did you enjoy that?”
A quiet laugh escapes me. “That was easily the highlight of my year. The past decade, if I’m completely honest.”
“Me too.” She brushes her lips over my shoulder. “It was so good, wasn’t it?”
I smile sleepily, turning my face to hers. “It was fucking amazing.” Something occurs to me, and I lean back, my gut twisting. “We didn’t use anything…”
Poppy waves a hand. “I’ve been on birth control since I was seventeen.” She rubs her cheek on my shoulder with a little laugh. “What, did you think I was riding you bareback and letting myself get pregnant?”
Jesus Christ.
“I don’t know,” I murmur. The thought of filling her womb with my seed, making her belly grow, makes my dick twitch to life again. I shove the image away, rising from the floor. I’ve never had that thought about a woman, and now is definitely not the right time.
And as much as I don’t want her to, I need Poppy to leave. I need her to go to her room, so I can sleep. Alone. So we can forget this ever happened. So I can look my daughter in the eye tomorrow. I worry it’s already too late.
Poppy senses her cue and rises too. “I should go back to my room. I know I can’t stay.”
“I wish you could, but…”
“I know.” She touches her lips to mine softly, then retreats. Somehow in the dark she finds her nightgown and slips it on. “Goodnight, Wyatt.” Then she’s gone.
And I’m left, feeling more alone than I have in a long time.