Chapter 9
Chapter Nine
“You okay?” I ask Poppy, looking her up and down. I’m not a possessive, jealous asshole. Never have been, but when I saw that fucker holding her, I wanted to tear his arms from his body. That’s not something I’m going to look into too much right now, though.
“Me? Are you?” Poppy reaches up, taking my chin between her fingers and tilting my head from side to side while inspecting my face. No doubt there are fresh bruises forming. Her cousin has one hell of a right hook on him. “Jessie, can you get me a towel and some ice, please?”
“Sure thing. I’ll grab those beers for y’all too,” Jessie says.
“I’ll understand if you want to leave.” Poppy lets go of my face.
“Why do you need ice? Are you hurt?” I can’t see any marks on her, but that fucker grabbed her around her waist, which is covered by her dress.
“It’s for you, not me,” she says.
“I don’t need ice. Come on, sit down. We came here to have dinner. That’s exactly what we’re going to do.” Placing my hand on her lower back, I lead Poppy back over to the booth. Just as she slides in, Jessie returns with two beers, a bowl of ice, and a towel. “Thank you.”
“Cheers,” Poppy says when I hand her one of the beers.
I take a swig. I’m not a beer person, but she ordered it so I’m going to drink it.
“I’m really sorry.” Poppy sighs.
“For what?”
“My cousin, who did that.”
“You aren’t responsible for other people’s actions, Poppy. If your cousin wants to be an ass, it’s on him, not you,” I tell her. “I am curious, though. What did he mean by that whole she’s my responsibility thing?”
I watch as she shifts uncomfortably. “He’s the oldest of us kids.”
“You know, if you don’t want to tell me, you can just say it’s not my business.”
“It’s not your business.” She smiles up at me.
“Okay.” I shrug as if I couldn’t care less. I’ll find out whatever secrets this woman is hiding anyway.
“That’s it? You’re not going to push me on it?”
“Nope.” I bring the bottle to my mouth again.
“Thank you.” She stares at me with wonder in her eyes. “Why are you so… easy?”
I laugh. “Easy? In what way?”
“You’re just easy to be around, easy to talk to, easy to get naked with. You’re different from anyone else I’ve ever met.”
“Is that a good thing or a bad thing?”
“For me, probably bad.”
“Why?”
“Because I don’t do this. I don’t go out with men I’ve already slept with.
I don’t sleep with people more than twice, by the way.
So make the most of tonight. And I don’t have any intentions of starting to break my life rules.
So, yeah, you being so damn likeable is bad for me because it’s really freaking hard to resist you. ”
“Then don’t resist me,” I tell her. “What’s the worst that could happen?”
“I could get attached, get too comfortable. Then you could die, leaving me alone with a child I can’t cope with, and I’ll end up killing myself.”
I blink. That’s not what I was expecting her to say. “That’s very specific.”
“It could happen,” she says.
“It could,” I agree. “Or you could just enjoy some really fucking great sex until you get tired of it.”
Poppy’s nose scrunches up. “Who in their right mind would get tired of great sex?”
“Obviously no one.” I smile.
Jessie arrives with two plates of food. “Need another drink?” she asks.
“I’m good. Poppy, you want another?” I look over. Her beer is already half empty.
“Not yet. Thanks, Jessie.”
“You’re welcome. Holler if you want anything.” The waitress walks away.
“You don’t like beer, do you?” Poppy says.
“I prefer whiskey,” I tell her.
“You could have said something when I ordered it.”
“If I wanted to, I would have. I like it fine.” I pick up the bottle and take a swig to prove a point. Then I cut into the steak and bring a forkful to my mouth. “It’s good,” I tell Poppy.
“It is,” she says, cutting into her own steak. “So, did you really fly all the way out here just to get into my panties? I’ve been to Vegas. That city isn’t short on vaginas.”
“I like yours.” I grin, remembering just how fucking much.
Poppy’s smile widens. “I’m pretty sure my vagina likes you too,” she says.
“Yeah? prove it.”
“How?”
“Open your legs.” My hand lands on her bare thigh. “I want to see just how much your pussy likes me.”
Poppy looks around the bar. No one is paying us any attention anymore. Besides, no one can see where my hand is or what it’s about to do. I slide it up farther, waiting for her to spread her legs.
When her legs widen, I lean in, my mouth against her ear. “Good girl. Now, am I going to find you nice and wet for me?”
“Drenched,” she whispers.
I slip fingers underneath her panties and slide them through her wet folds. She’s not lying. She is fucking drenched.
“You’re fucking soaked,” I grunt. “Are you always this horny?”
“No, I told you my vagina likes you.”
“If I get you off right here, right now, are you going to be able to stay quiet?” I ask, pushing two fingers into her opening.
“Here? We can’t.” She shakes her head.
I pull my hand back.
“Wait.” Poppy grips my arm. “I mean, we can…” She blinks at me. “Please.”
I can’t help the smile that spreads across my face. I fucking like her begging. “You should know, if you ask me for something, I’m going to give it to you,” I warn, slipping my fingers back under her panties and right into her opening.
“Oh, thank god,” Poppy moans under her breath.
“Remember, if anyone hears you, I will have to remove their ears from their heads.”
“That seems like it would be messy,” she says.
“It is.”
“Oh god.” Her eyes close and her fingers grip on to my forearm as I pump in and out of her.
“So fucking beautiful,” I whisper against her ear. “I love watching you come.”
“I like you making me come,” she huffs out.
“Perfect match then. Are you going to come for me, Poppy?”
Her body stiffens and she lets go, her pussy convulsing around my hand and her teeth biting into her lower lip. “Fuck,” she says breathlessly.
Once she’s come down, I remove my fingers and bring them to my mouth. “So fucking sweet,” I tell her.
“I can’t believe we just did that here.” She looks around the bar.
“No one saw,” I tell her. “I wouldn’t let anyone watch you like that.”
“What if I asked you to?”
“Excuse me?”
“You said if I asked you for something, you’d give it to me. So, what if I asked you to fuck me in a room full of people? Or to have a threesome with another guy? Would you give me that?”
I consider her question. Like I said, I’ve never been the jealous type. I don’t get possessive, but the thought of another man touching her, another man watching her come, isn’t sitting well for me.
Poppy laughs. “You can relax. I’m kidding. I’m not into any of that. But that look on your face is priceless.”
“I don’t think I could give you that,” I tell her honestly. “Eat your food. You’re going to need your energy tonight.”
“Funny that you think I’m a sure thing, Mr. Russo. This is our first date, you know.”
First date? I’m on a fucking date in some country bumpkin bar that stinks like stale beer and sweat. “Our next date will be better,” I tell her.
“Or you could go back to Vegas and find someone else’s vagina to like,” she suggests.
“I could, but why would I do that? I’ve already found the world’s best one. I should send a letter to the pussy award authorities. I have no doubt yours is award-winning.”
“Thank you?” She raises a brow at me.