Chapter 30
IS THIS WHAT YOU WANT, HONEY?
Dallas
“Daddy, can we have a movie theater night with Uncle Mitch and Uncle Ty?” she asks with prayer hands and puppy dog eyes. “Pretty please.”
“You always fall asleep twenty minutes into every movie, bug.”
“I won’t this time. I have all the energy flowing through my body tonight. My funcles are here!”
“Yeah, her funcles are here,” Ty adds with his hands on his hips.
“Funcle?”
“Yeah. Uncles, but cooler and obviously more fun.” Tyler shrugs.
I look to Mitch, who leans back on the couch and shakes his head. “You already know I had nothing to do with that.”
“Trust me. Well aware.”
“Pleaaaaseeeee,” she begs.
“Fine,” I say, grabbing the remote and clicking to the streaming service to let her pick the movie. “I’ll make some popcorn.”
“Yes!” she and Ty cheer in unison.
I swear, he’s forever a child at heart. He really should spend some time with Tucker while he’s in town because those two are the same person.
Once I enter the kitchen, reaching into the cabinet to grab the package of popcorn to throw in the microwave, a throat clears from the doorway. I find Mitch standing there with a look on his face.
“She’s definitely going to be asleep in twenty minutes,” he says.
“Yep.”
“Are you going next door?” He raises an eyebrow. I give him a knowing look, but avert my gaze. “We can watch Sage if you want to.”
“I did want to,” I admit. “But you guys are only in town for the weekend, and I haven’t seen you in months. Maybe after she goes to bed, we can sit on the back deck and catch up over a beer or something.”
He barks out a laugh. “We just drove sixteen hours here on little sleep because we left sometime in the middle of the night. Ty will be passed out the same time Sage is, and I’m going to end up right there along with them shortly after.”
“What are you saying?”
“I’m saying you should go next door and spend some time with your girl.
At least that’s what I assume she is. I know your time here is going to come to an end soon.
I also know you well enough to know that you can’t get enough of her.
She’s different, and so are you. You want time with her, and you should go take it. ”
My time here is going to come to an end soon.
His words hang in the air, and they sting like lemon juice on a paper cut. I’ve known this is the case. This was always supposed to be temporary—a reset.
But things have changed.
I didn’t plan for Poppy to come raging into my life like a tidal wave.
The plan was always to leave and go back to the steady life I’ve always known. I have a job and a life waiting for me back in San Francisco. And now I’m here, thinking about a future that suddenly feels like a closed door, while another door I never expected swings open.
“You’re right. I’d like to go see her.”
“Get out of here then,” Mitch says, gesturing to the back sliding door. “I’ll bring the popcorn out and say you ran next door to drop something off. They’ll be asleep before they even know you’re gone.”
“That means a lot. If Sage falls asleep on the couch, you can leave her there until I get back if you want. The guest bedroom is already set up. Leave Ty on the couch.” I laugh.
“That was the plan.” He winks.
“And call me if you need anything.”
“I won’t.”
I shake my head, grab the box accidentally delivered to my house, and slip out the back door and walk across the lawn.
The only light illuminating her house is the soft glow of her porch light.
As I cross her front lawn, I don’t see any lights on in her house other than the small one over her puzzle table, but I don’t see her.
Just as I’m about to lift my arm to knock, the door opens.
“Hi,” she says softly.
I use this moment to take her in. She’s wearing a pair of sleep shorts with a tank top tucked into the waistband.
I spent a little longer checking out her long legs before she crosses one over the other where she stands, wrapping the cardigan covering all of it over her body.
When my eyes meet hers, there’s a tint of pink on her freckled cheeks.
“I’m sorry, I should have texted to say I was coming.”
She shrugs, and a soft smile plays on her lips. “I knew you would come.”
I step through the door, wrapping my hand around her waist to pull her closer. Her hands smooth up my chest to the back of my neck as she moves her body close. Her chest presses into me before her mouth connects with mine.
But this time, she’s in control.
She’s not holding back as she holds my head in place, tangling her fingers in my hair.
She’s kissing me like she wants to commit me to memory, like she’d been thinking about kissing me since I saw her earlier.
She parts her lips, swiping her tongue against mine.
A rumble vibrates through my chest as I toss the box in my hand onto the couch and walk us deeper into her house, kicking the door shut behind me with a bang. She guides me, and I follow.
I’m learning quickly that I’d follow her wherever she led me.
Bringing my hands behind her, reaching under the cardigan to the hem of her tank top, I slide them under the soft fabric and up her back, pressing my palms to her skin.
She flinches, but doesn’t break the kiss.
It only makes her hungrier, and before I realize where we are, she backs us into her bedroom.
“Are you sure this is what you want, honey?”
“Yes. More than anything.”
I crash my lips to hers, matching her desire, as if something deep inside of me that’s remained dormant for so long has been woken up. Heat builds inside of me, my cock stirring to life between us, making me desperate for a taste of whatever she’s willing to give me tonight.
Reluctantly, I stop kissing her, taking a step away from her.
My fingertips graze along her collarbone and down her arms as I peel the cardigan off her shoulders, letting it fall to the floor around her feet.
Goose bumps pebble across her skin, and my eyes land on the swell of her breasts.
Her nipples pebble under the fabric, which forces my cock to strain behind the zipper of my jeans.
I take a moment to brush her hair behind her shoulders, giving me a full view of her. “You’re so fucking perfect,” I tell her honestly. “I’m a strong man, Poppy Barlow. But you…you make me weak. Whatever you want, ask for it. I’ll give it to you.”
“I don’t know exactly what I want, but I know I want you to touch me.”
“Where?”
“Everywhere, Dallas.”
My hands reach up, cupping both of her breasts in my palms. My heart’s racing at any chance to touch Poppy the way she deserves to be touched. I want to make her feel good. I want to give her anything she’s willing to let me give her.
I just want her.
“How about here?”
She nods, reaching up to let the thin strap of her tank top slide down her arm.
I take that as an invitation to reach down to the bottom, lift it, and pull it over her head.
She has nothing on underneath, and I bite my bottom lip from grinning like a fool.
She has perfectly round breasts that have the type of symmetry that defied nature.
Her chest rises and falls with every breath, and I can’t take my eyes off of them.
I take that moment to lean down, taking her hard nipple in my mouth and sucking it.
“Mmhh.”
I cup her other breasts with my hand, tweaking the nipple between my fingers.
Her legs press together where she stands, squirming, telling me she’s feeling it exactly where I want her to.
I repeat the same thing on her other breast before I flick my tongue once over the peak.
My hands move to her sides, my thumbs still grazing her nipples as I move.
With every brush over them, her body jerks a little more.
“So responsive.”
I trail my fingers down her exposed stomach before I tuck my index finger into the waistband of her shorts.
She looks down at where I’m touching, and back up to me, her breathing picking up with every second that passes.
She gives me a silent nod of approval as I slide her shorts and panties down her legs, letting my knuckles graze every inch of skin on the way down.
As I stand up, slowly trailing my fingers back up her inner thigh, she sucks in a sharp breath, and I realize I love the way she reacts to my touch.
“How about here?” My index finger grazes just outside of her pussy, barely pressing in, but I already feel how wet she is. “Do you want me to touch you here?”
“Please,” she pants.
“I love it when you say please.”
Sliding one finger in, I rub small, light circles over her clit. Her body jerks with the sensation. My lips move to her neck, and she tilts her head to the side, giving me more access as I trail kisses down her pulse until I reach her collarbone.
“Oh my god,” she whispers. “This feels so good.”
I press one finger inside her pussy, and she moans, gripping my shoulders for support.
I press in, her arousal coating my finger and knuckles, and I pump in and out of her slowly, letting everything build inside of her.
When her lips part and her hips start to buck against me, I press my thumb to her clit.
“You’re dripping for me. Your tight pussy is begging for a release, isn’t it?”
“Dallas,” she moans.
“Did you touch yourself after you sucked my cock the other night?”
She shakes her head, and I narrow my eyebrows. “I’ve never done that before. Never touched myself.”
I pull my fingers out of her, and her eyes widen in shock. I know where her brain is at. It’s thinking the worst, and I won’t allow it. Gripping her waist with both hands, I guide her to the edge of her bed, where she sits.
“Legs open.”
She slowly spreads them, exposing the most perfect pussy I’ve ever seen. My tongue darts across my lips as I think about all the ways I can devour her. I take my hand, wrapping it gently around her wrist, eager to teach her how to do it—how to touch herself.
“What are you—”
“I’m going to show you how to pleasure yourself, Poppy. I’m going to show you how you can make yourself come.”
With one hand over hers, I guide her middle finger right to her clit. Her back arches and her hips jerk forward. I crouch down, letting my thumb guide her finger in circles. Her head rolls back, and her body moves in time with her hand. It’s the hottest thing I’ve ever seen in my life.
“You’re doing so fucking good, honey.”
She lifts her head, looking at me in a daze. I can tell by the way her lips are parted, the tiny moans she’s trying to hold back, and the heat of her skin that she’s going to get herself off. And I’m going to watch as she does.
“Is this right?” she moans.
“Yes.”
“It feels different—good, but different.”
“How so?”
“It’s not you. I want your hands. I want you to touch me.”
I apply more pressure to the back of her finger so that she can do the same on her clit. Letting our fingers move together, faster. I lean down, pressing a kiss to her inner thigh, and I hear her whisper, “Yes,” under her breath.
“Do you want my tongue on this sweet pussy?”
“I—Yes.”
“Then beg,” I growl. “Tell me how much you want it.”
“Please, Dallas. Please make me come.”
“That’s my fucking girl.”
She tries to remove her hand, allowing me space to devour her, but I hold her in place. My tongue swipes through her pussy, and I moan into her. She tastes like she can ruin me—sweet, warm, and dangerous.
And I already know with this one taste, I’m done for.
I devour her, swiping my tongue up and down, eating her like a starved bear.
“Oh my god, Dallas. That feels so good. What is happening right now?”
“I’m eating your pussy,” I breathe against her skin. “And I don’t plan to fucking stop.”
I release my hold on her finger, and she pulls back. I wanted her to be able to get herself off, but she tastes too good—too addictive. The moment my lips suck her clit, and my tongue flicks over it, she bucks against me. Practically riding my face where she sits. I can’t stop even if I tried.
“I think I’m gonna come.”
Taking two fingers, I reach down and drive them into her. Fucking her with my hand while flicking my tongue over her clit. She’s close, I can feel her contracting around me.
“Oh my god,” she screams out, falling back to the bed. I drive into her harder, finger fucking her until she’s ready to see stars. “Yes!”
“Come for me, Poppy.” I pump my hand two more times. “I want you to soak my fingers and show me who this pussy belongs to now.”
“Dallas!”
“That’s right,” I groan, sucking her clit one more time and sending her over the edge. She squirms around me, thighs tightening around my head, nearly suffocating me. I’d gladly die this way if this is how I’m going to go with my head between her legs, and my mouth on her pussy.
Rest in peace to me, because either way, Poppy Barlow just ruined me.