9. Axel
Chapter 9
Axel
I did the dishes because Mason had a point about pulling my weight around here. As much as I didn’t want to share this cabin with anyone else, I knew being alone wasn’t an option. At least Mason was a decent cook. I probably would have lived on peanut butter and jelly sandwiches if I were here alone.
I wasn’t sure what Mason did while I was washing the dishes, but he was making his way downstairs when I finished in the kitchen. Poppy was sitting on the couch, reading some romance book with a shirtless man on the cover. She looked up when I entered the room and Mason sat down next to her on the couch.
“It’s not too late yet,” she said. “Maybe the three of us could watch a movie?”
I wondered if she was suggesting this because she wanted to kill some time before joining her boyfriend upstairs. Why would she be in a rush to have more lackluster sex?
“I don’t know…” I started, planning to let her down easily because I didn’t want to spend the next two hours around Mason, but Poppy’s smile slipped from her face, disappointment shining in her eyes. My heart melted. “Okay, fine. Let’s do it.”
Mason already had the remote in his hand. He pulled up a streaming service and picked an action movie I’d never heard of. A CIA agent was betrayed by his agency and on the run while trying to save the country from a terrorist attack.
I enjoyed it, but it didn’t completely hold my attention. Sitting on the couch next to Poppy, her thick thigh, bare because of her tiny shorts, pressed against mine. She was relaxing back against the couch, and I found my eyes shifting to look down her shirt. She had such large breasts that pretty much any shirt she wore showed off her mouthwatering figure, but this one was especially revealing with its plunging V-neck.
I told myself to stop looking, but it was too late. I’d already seen way more of her amazing rack than I should have, and it was impossible to keep myself from fantasizing about burying my face between those perfect globes.
I bit back a frustrated groan. We were only halfway through the movie, and I was hard as a rock. The position was uncomfortable, and I wanted to adjust myself, but the last thing I needed was to draw attention to it.
I glanced at Poppy again, surprised to see Mason’s hand was resting on her leg, just above her knee. I stared for a long moment, my senses suddenly on fire as my arousal grew stronger. My cock wasn’t just hard now. It was aching.
I didn’t truly understand why, but there was something about the sight of Mason’s hand resting on her bare skin that brought out this reaction in me. The movie faded into the background, not at all worth paying attention to as I thought about Mason fucking Poppy. I couldn’t believe I was even thinking about such a thing. This was my daughter and ex-friend. Why was my mind creating such a scenario?
Also, why in the hell was I getting so turned on by it?
Poppy laughed at something on the screen, and Mason looked at her, his hand sliding farther up her leg. She didn’t quite stiffen, but her breath hitched before she focused back on the movie. Mason’s eyes lingered on her face, and I saw it. There was hunger in his eyes, just like I was feeling for her.
I wasn’t the only one hot for Poppy. Mason wanted her too.
I let out a rough exhale as I waited for the anger to come at this realization, but it didn’t. Instead, the most unexpected, disturbing thought came to mind. I wanted Mason and Poppy to be together. Despite my complicated past with Mason, the idea of him fucking her was the most erotic thing I could have ever imagined.
But I wanted to watch. Then, I wanted to participate.
My hand shook with the urge to place my hand on her other leg, to change this situation to something sexual for all of us. Would Poppy accept my hand on her like she did Mason’s?
I wasn't sure which thought was more unsettling - the possibility that she would welcome the touch of both of us, or the possibility that she wouldn't.
“I’m tired,” I said so suddenly Poppy jumped in surprise. “I’m going to bed.”
Skin hot and mind racing, I popped up off the couch and headed up the stairs. I needed to calm myself the hell down before I begged to watch Mason fuck my sweet daughter or, even worse, tried to take her myself.