Chapter 31
Chapter Thirty-One
After stopping at my family’s rental house, I brought Poppy back to her cottage. I saw her face drop the minute we drove under the Kestral Valley ranch sign. And now that we’re standing in her living room, she doesn’t look any happier.
“You know I can always get the pilot to take you back to Vegas. I can have Alfie go with you or one of your cousins? Alice?”
“I’ll go back to LA when you go back to Vegas,” she says.
I smirk. This LA thing isn’t really going to work for me, but that’s not an argument I want to have right now. “Oh, my dad sent you through some spaces to check out.”
“What?”
“For your new spa,” I clarify. “He went through and found some suitable vacancies on The Strip. Also, if you see anywhere that’s not vacant but you love it, we can make it become vacant for you.”
Her eyes widen. “You are not kicking someone else out of their business for me. And I didn’t say I would move my business to Vegas. Plus, I don’t know what fantasy world you’re living in, but I cannot afford a spot on the freaking Las Vegas Strip.”
“First, we agreed to you looking at spots on The Strip. Second, you can afford it because they’re all rent controlled,” I tell her.
“Rent controlled? Really?”
“Yes. Besides, you’re sleeping with the owner’s son, so you get the family discount.”
“And what happens when I stop sleeping with the owner’s son?”
I laugh. “Babe, we both know that’s not going to happen.”
“You’ll get bored and move on. Or want your carefree, single, do every woman you see days back.”
“First, I never did every woman I saw. And second, why the fuck would I want anyone else when I already have the best?”
“Sweet. Remind me to book a dental appointment because I might have got a cavity from that line,” Poppy says with a smile.
“I’ll have you added to my insurance. Wouldn’t want your medical bills racking up with how sweet I am,” I tell her.
“I want to think you’re joking. But it’s you, so I’m thinking you seriously would have me added to your insurance plan somehow. Don’t do that.” Poppy sighs.
“Why not?”
“Because I don’t want favors from you.”
“Why not?” I repeat.
“Because I’m not some gold-digging whore looking for a ticket on the easy train.”
“No, you’re my girlfriend. It’s not a fucking favor when you’re mine, Poppy. And what kind of boyfriend would I be if I didn’t make sure you had the best health insurance money could buy?”
“Don’t do it, Sammie!” she yells. “The only kind of favors I want from you are the kind that make my knees weak and leave me screaming from the mind-blowing pleasure.”
“Agree to disagree. Because right now, I’ve got a boner and you’re in need of some of that mind-blowing pleasure.” I bend, wrap an arm around her waist, and stand with her now over my shoulder. “Bed or sofa?”
“I get to choose? How chivalrous of you,” she says. “Bed.”
I walk into her bedroom and throw her down on the mattress. “Strip, now!”
“So bossy.” She laughs as she pulls her top over her head.
“I’ve been hard for hours, Poppy, and you wouldn’t let me fuck you on the jet.” I remove my jacket, then the holster holding two pistols.
Poppy’s eyes land on the guns. I’ve been careful not to be too strapped around her. Makes it less awkward when getting naked. She doesn’t say anything as I set the guns down on her dresser.
Undoing my belt, I stop when I notice Poppy isn’t moving. “You’re not naked yet,” I tell her.
“Ah, yeah, because I got distracted by all of that,” she says, waving a hand at my chest.
“Poppy?”
“Yeah?”
“I want you naked.”
“Right, naked. I can do that.” She nods her head and sits up on her knees.
Her hands disappear behind her back, the sound of a zipper being undone reaches my ears, and then she’s standing on the bed while her skirt falls to her ankles. She’s in nothing but a matching light-blue bra and panties set. I saw her put it on, and yet it still takes my fucking breath away.
“It’s not fair how fucking beautiful you are,” I tell her.
“Right back at ya,” she says, dropping onto her knees for a second time. Her hands disappear behind her back again and then her bra falls away from her body. My mouth waters as her tits bounce free.
“Fuck me.” I kick my shoes to the side, bend over, and peel off my socks. My pants are the next to go. “We should just join a nudist community. Clothes are overrated.”
Climbing onto the bed, I grab hold of her legs and pull her towards me. Poppy falls flat onto her back. My fingers hook into her panties, and I slide them down her legs.
“If we move to a nudist community, how would you conceal all those weapons you like to carry around?” Poppy asks.
“Good point.” I spread her legs open. My fingers go straight for her pussy, not wasting any time pushing into her. “Fuck, you’re wet.”
“You’re not the only one who’s been horny for hours,” she admits.
Removing my fingers, I settle my body over hers, lining up my cock with her entrance. “I’m going to fuck you until your throat is raw from screaming.”
“That’s a pretty big promise. You sure you’re up to it?” Poppy quirks a brow at me.
“Are you really questioning my abilities, Poppy?” I ask, pushing just the tip of my dick into her opening.
“Oh, I know your abilities. It’s why you’re still around,” she says.
“You know, if I were a less confident man, I’d assume you were using me for my body.”
“Well, I like your…” She pauses. Her brows draw downwards. “Um, I like your… Okay, fine, I’m totally using you for your body.” She smiles.
I push all the way inside, stilling once I’m fully settled. “Guess I better make sure I keep my figure then. I’d hate to have you lose interest.”
“Sammie?”
“Yeah?”
“Start fucking me.” Poppy tilts her pelvis upwards. “Please.”
“Well, since you asked so nicely,” I tell her, pulling out and then slamming right back in.
“You look exhausted.” Alfie slides me a glass of whiskey. It’s the cheap shit, but what can you expect from a small town pub?
“Thanks.” I take the glass. “What’d I miss?”
“Aunt Lailani and my dad are staking out that cop’s house. Your mom got us these.” He slides a badge in my direction.
“What the fuck do I want with this?” I pick up the badge that claims I’m an FBI agent.
“We’re going to go in and ask questions, internal-style.” Alfie smiles. “So, partner, drink up because we really shouldn’t be drinking on the job.”
“We’re just going to walk in there and ask questions about a cop being shot how many years ago?” I don’t like this idea. I’d much rather nab the guy and torture the fucking truth out of him.
“Your mom says that the FBI going in and asking questions about the incident is going to put a fire under his ass. Guilty people panic, and panicked people do stupid shit. He’ll expose himself,” Alfie says.
“Fine. What exactly are we investigating?” I ask.
“Oh, you’re going to love this…” Alfie’s smile widens.
“What?”
“We’re investigating the Lopezes,’” he says.
“All of them?”
“Well, obviously we’re obnoxious assholes so we’re going after the big fish. Emmanuel Lopez, heard of him?” Alfie laughs.
“Yeah, heard he’s a fucking psychopath.”
“That would be putting it lightly.”
“Well, if anyone’s going to be able to catch that fish, it’s us.” I lift my glass, clinking it with Alfie’s.
Those small-town cops are going to piss themselves when they hear my Tío E’s name. The law has been trying to nab him for as long as I can remember. They never can catch him doing anything, though. And the few times they’ve come close, detectives seem to go missing.
I pause at that thought. What if Poppy’s mom got too close to something she shouldn’t have? What if it really was the cartel?
Fuck, nope. I trust my family. They don’t lie. If it were the cartel, Tío E would have admitted it. He has this whole no lying thing he lives by. No matter how bad the truth is, he will tell it to you.