Chapter 27
Twenty-Seven
Poppy
It had been a week since I had been staying with Gage and Julie, and during that time, I had only seen Pat twice. I hated the feeling that settled deep inside, telling me that whatever fleeting romance we once shared was now over.
While I had been against staying with my cousin because I didn’t want to inconvenience them or bring trouble to their doorstep, I found that it was rather comfortable at the inn.
Everything was decorated for Christmas, and there was the warm, homey feel that I had remembered loving about the inn when my grandparents ran it.
Even with all of the updates and renovations, it still felt like the safe space I had come to love growing up.
It was a Friday night, and I was feeling restless, so I stayed in my room, curled up on the bed, trying to read a book so I didn’t bother Gage and Julie with my sour mood.
It wasn’t that I wanted to get out of the inn and go somewhere else—it was that I wanted to see Patrick and, for whatever reason, I couldn’t.
He’d been secretive about what he was doing and why he couldn’t come around.
I tried pressing Gage to see if he would tell me, but they seemed as tight as they had been when we were growing up, which meant I wasn’t going to get anything out of him.
I flipped the page, realizing I didn’t know what was happening in the book because I was so distracted.
All I could think about was Patrick and how much I missed him.
We’d said we loved each other for the first time right before he left, which was frustrating because we didn’t even get to celebrate the moment.
Not that most couples celebrate it, but Patrick had gotten really hard after I said it, and that was worth celebrating.
I closed the book and tossed it on the nightstand, letting out a sigh of frustration when my phone vibrated. I picked it up and felt the corners of my lips turn up into a smile when I saw a new text message from Patrick.
Patrick: I miss you.
My smile widened as my fingers flew across the screen to respond.
Me: I miss you too. Probably too much.
Dots bounced across the screen as he typed. I loved that he was apparently free right now and that I had his attention.
Patrick: There’s no such thing as too much. I miss you a lot, too, baby.
Me: It would be better if you were here.
Patrick: I know. I hate being away from you, too.
Me: It’s a week until Christmas, and all I can think about is how you’re not here to stuff my stocking.
I waited as the screen showed the bouncing dots, then they’d stop. Then they’d start and stop again. Finally, a message came through.
Patrick: Are you by yourself?
Me: Yes.
Me: Do you want to sneak in, and we can fool around like reckless teenagers?
Patrick: Umm.... No. I don’t need Gage putting a bullet in my ass.
Me: Yikes. Yeah, I didn’t think about that. He might think you’re an intruder since we’re constantly expecting one.
Patrick: He’d do it just for the hell of it because I touched you.
Me: Well, lucky for us, we’ve practically gone back to virgin status, given how long it’s been since we’ve touched each other.
My phone rang, startling me when I saw a FaceTime call from Patrick. I tucked my hair behind my ears and answered it.
“I take it someone is feeling a little frustrated tonight,” he teased, looking far too sexy sitting on his bed without me. His hair was wet, and I knew that if I closed my eyes, I could smell the scent of his shampoo as if I were there with him.
“I’ve been more than a little frustrated for a while now,” I admitted, getting comfortable against the headboard and adjusting the tank top that I decided to sleep in.
Given that we hadn’t seen or heard anything since the night of the shooting at the cabin, I’d given up on trying to wear something appropriate in case I had to run for my life in the middle of the night. I’d been hot and restless, so tonight I was focused on comfort for once.
“Go lock your door,” he said, his jaw fixed as he waited for me to do as he said.
“Why? Is the big, bad wolf going to come eat me?”
“No, but I’ll take note of that little fantasy the next time I see you. Now go lock the door, Poppy.”
His tone was stern, sending a flush of heat through my body. I didn’t like anyone else bossing me around, but having Patrick’s take-charge attitude in the bedroom could set me on fire.
I rolled my eyes as I got up and did as he asked.
“Happy?” I asked, walking back to the bed.
“Almost. Show me what you’re wearing.”
I cocked my head and pinned him with a look.
“You show me what you’re wearing first.”
“Fine,” he said, his gaze heating as he lowered his phone.
My thighs clenched, and my pussy ached as he slowly moved it, showing me his toned abs before stopping at his boxer briefs. I felt my mouth water the second I saw the thick outline of his hard cock through them.
“You cheat,” I hissed as he lifted the phone and showed his face again.
“Why? I’m just sitting here, being comfy after taking a shower.”
“No, you’re sitting there wearing practically nothing while showing me the cock I want that you won’t give me.”
“Soon, baby,” he promised. “But for now, let me take care of you and help with that frustration.”
“And how exactly are you going to do that from there?”
“Easy. I’m going to talk you through it, and you’re going to make yourself come for me.”
My eyebrows shot up my forehead as a flush of heat rushed over my skin. I knew the blush covered my neck and cheeks by the grin he was sporting.
“I’ve never done this before,” I stammered, not knowing what else to say.
“That’s okay. We’ll take our time. We’ve got all night, baby.”
“Okay.” I pushed out a quick breath through my pursed lips, trying to force out the nerves that threatened to take over.
“Take your shorts and panties off.”
“How do you know I’m wearing shorts?”
“I know you too well, Poppy. I can tell by the tank top that you’re hot and uncomfortable. When you get like that, you like to wear your loose pink booty shorts. Now take them off.”
I glanced down, shaking my head that he was right. Those were exactly what I was wearing.
“I need to set you down for a minute,” I said, getting ready to lay the phone on the bed.
“Prop your phone up against the lamp and let me watch.”
A shiver ran through me at the thought of taking my clothes off in front of him while on FaceTime. I’d done some crazy shit in my life, but this was never part of it.
I debated for half a second before saying fuck it and setting the phone up so he could see me. Then I slowly hooked my thumbs into the waistband of my shorts and pulled them down my legs.
“You’re wearing a fucking thong,” he noted, groaning as his eyes stayed fixed on the screen.
I grinned and turned in a slow circle, making sure he got a good look at my ass before bending over and spreading my legs slightly. I didn’t know what had come over me, but I loved the way he was making me feel right now. Powerful and wanted and sexy—all at the same time.
“Fuck, baby. Look at how wet you are,” he continued. “Your pussy is drenched, Poppy.”
I took my time standing straight as I turned around and faced him, my hand slowly slipping beneath my panties as he watched.
“Tell me how wet it is.”
I widened my stance slightly, then pushed my panties to the side so he could see as I slid a finger inside. I closed my eyes and gasped, my body already on fire just from his words.
“I’m so wet,” I moaned quietly as I slid another finger in. “Fuck, Pat. I wish it were your fingers instead.”
“Me too, baby. I wish it were my fingers and my tongue and my cock.”
“I fucking miss your cock.”
“He misses you, too.”
“Show me,” I said, catching myself off guard by how bold I was.
He grinned and lowered the top of his boxer briefs as he pulled his cock out and stroked it.
“Is this what you want to see?”
“Yes,” I whimpered, getting closer to the phone as I watched him touch himself.
A dot of precum glistened on the tip before he smoothed his finger over it and wiped it away.
“Take your panties off, baby. Lie down on the bed and spread your legs for me.”
I grabbed the phone and did as he asked.
“Show me how you touch yourself.”
I flipped the camera view so he could see my hand as it feathered over my bare pussy before sliding a finger inside.
I could still see his cock as he stroked it slowly, watching as I slid my finger deeper inside.
I pulled it out, showing him how it glistened with my arousal before sliding it back inside and inserting another.
“Fuck, Poppy. You make me want to come just seeing you touch yourself.”
“You make me want to come,” I admitted, loving how turned on I was for him.
“Rub your clit,” he coaxed as he stroked himself faster.
The thought of sucking his dick made me moan as I pressed my middle finger firmly against my clit and began rubbing. I could feel the way the thick vein in the underside of his cock felt against my tongue as I pictured him fucking my face and making me gag as I took him to the back of my throat.
“Fuck, baby. Yeah. Just like that. Faster. Faster.”
I listened to his words, increasing my speed as I closed my eyes and felt the first spasm as I clenched my thighs together and shook as an earth-shattering orgasm tore through me.
When I opened my eyes, I flipped the camera so it was in selfie mode again, and grinned when I saw the cum on his chest.
I panted hard as I pulled my finger out, and my body sagged against the bed.
“Better?” he asked, looking as relaxed as I felt.
“Somewhat. I still don’t have your cock inside of me, so there’s that.”
“Soon enough, my love. Soon enough.”
“You say that, but then we never get to actually see each other. I’m starting to think this was all for nothing. It doesn’t seem like anyone is watching me, nor does anyone even know that I exist anymore. I say we call it a day and go back to how things were before.”
“We can’t risk it, Poppy,” he said softly. “I don’t trust that this is over. We just have to be patient and wait for them to make a mistake. Then we can end things on our terms.”
I sighed heavily, allowing my shoulders to drop as a big yawn escaped me.
“Try to get some rest,” he said, wrapping up our call.
“You too. I’ll talk to you when I talk to you, I guess.”
“Goodnight, Poppy,” he said, not feeding into the spiral I was sure to go down, given how tired I was.
“Goodnight.”
I hung up the call, got dressed, and then climbed into bed. While I was still frustrated that I couldn’t be with Patrick, I knew that I would sleep a tad bit better now that some of my frustration had been worked out.