Chapter 29
Chapter Twenty-Nine
Poppy spreads her legs wide open. I can see how wet her panties are.
“I’ve never been a boyfriend before, Poppy, but I’m pretty sure it’s part of my duties to always make sure you come.
” Unfolding my arms, I take the two steps to close the distance between us.
My hands land on her upper thighs, fingers digging into the smooth skin.
“How would you like me to make you come?”
“What do you mean how? You know how to do it, Sammie,” she says.
“You want me to use my tongue?” Leaning in, I lick up the side of her neck. “My fingers?” I trail my right hand up the inside of her thigh. “Or…” Gripping her ass, I pull her closer to the edge of the counter, making sure her core presses firmly against my hard cock. “My cock?”
“Well, a really good boyfriend would use all three,” she says. Her legs hook around my back.
Taking hold of her ankles, I pull them apart and step aside.
“Don’t move.” I take a knife out of the drawer beside us, gripping her shirt between my fingers before I slice right down the front of the fabric.
Her tits spill out. Next, I remove the lace that’s covering my promised land.
“I don’t like anything keeping this covered from me. ”
“You want me to stop wearing panties?” Poppy asks.
“Yes,” I tell her.
“Really? What if I bend over and some other guy gets a peek at what I’ve got going on down there?”
I shrug. “It’ll be the best thing they’d ever fucking see.”
“So you wouldn’t get jealous?”
“I’m not threatened by dead men, Poppy. And that’s what they’d be if I caught them looking at what you have going on down here,” I tell her.
“And there’s the possessive ass I knew you were hiding under the feminism.” She laughs.
“What can I say? You bring it out of me.” I kneel in front of her. “I mean it, you know.”
“Mean what?”
“I’m not leaving you.”
I can tell she doesn’t believe me, and now that I know her background, I understand her resistance. I will just have to show her with actions.
My fingers hold her legs open. My mouth hovers over her glistening pussy. “I fucking love your pussy, so fucking much.”
I drag my tongue upwards through her folds, circling it around her clit. Poppy falls backwards onto her elbows.
“You can love it all you want if you keep doing that,” she says.
“Oh, babe, I’m never going to stop.” My tongue slides upwards again. Moving one of my hands, I use my fingers to spread her lips open and then push my tongue inside her.
“Oh god!” Poppy moans as I fuck her with my tongue.
But she wanted the trifecta, and that’s what she’s going to get. I move my mouth to her clit. Sucking, licking, and nibbling at the sensitive bud while I thrust two fingers into her opening. Curling them upwards, I make sure to rub that spot deep inside her that I know drives her crazy.
I have never enjoyed making a woman come as much as Poppy. When she lets go, it’s fucking breathtaking. A sight I plan to see for the rest of my life. I pause.
What the fuck? The rest of my life? Fuck, the realization that I’m well and truly screwed hits me, because there is no way I’m going back to not having Poppy in my life.
My fingers thrust into her faster, harder.
I suck down on her clit. Her thighs tighten around my head, holding me in place—not that I was planning on going anywhere.
And then she’s screaming my name loud enough for the entire city to hear.
I smile into her pussy. I don’t stop licking until her muscles relax.
“You still with me?” I ask as I move my way up her body.
“Uh-huh.” She nods her head.
“Are you sure you want this?” I reach into my boxers and pull out my cock, giving it a tug. I’m so fucking hard and desperate to sink into her.
“I want it,” she says.
“You want me?” I repeat. Because, yes, I’m a fucking sap and need her to say those words.
Poppy sits up. Her hand lands on my cheek. “There hasn’t been a second since I first saw you at that bar where I haven’t wanted you.”
“Good.” I smile. Picking her up, I spin her around so she’s leaning over the counter. “Hold on to the other side. This is going to be fast and hard. I’ve got a week of built-up sexual frustration to get out.”
“Don’t threaten me with a good time, Sammie,” she says, sticking her ass higher in the air.
“Oh, babe, my words are never a threat. I always deliver on what I say.” I line up my cock with her entrance and push into her in one hard thrust. Stilling when I’m fully seated. “Fuck, I missed this,” I groan as the walls of her pussy wrap around my cock, squeezing it.
“Less talking, more fucking, Sammie,” Poppy says.
“I can multitask.”
My hands grip her hips, holding her still as I start to thrust in and out. Poppy screams in pleasure every time I bottom out inside her. She’s so fucking wet.
Moving my hand underneath her, I run my fingers over her clit, getting them wet with her juices before I move them around to her ass.
I press a finger into her puckered hole.
Poppy stills, her head turns, and she stares at me over a shoulder.
I don’t stop. I continue gently pressing into her back hole.
“Oh shit,” she says, turning her head back around.
Guess that’s a yes to this, then. I smile and push my finger farther into her ass as I continue to fuck her cunt.
“I’m going to come,” she cries out.
“Good, that’s the goal here, babe.” I pick up my speed and then I feel her pussy convulsing around my cock, milking me for everything I have as we both come apart together. “Fuck, that’s hot.”
“What’s hot?” Poppy turns to look at me, her hair sticking to her skin.
“You are,” I tell her, brushing the hair from her face. “Shower?”
“It’s not big enough for two.”
“I’ll make it work.” I pull out of her and watch as my cum seeps from her pussy. There’s a primal need within me to push it back in. I don’t, because I’m not a fucking caveman.
“I don’t have a good feeling about this,” Poppy says as we pull up to the hangar.
“What do you mean?”
“Going back to Texas, you digging into my mom’s death. Maybe we should just leave it be?” she clarifies.
“You want to stay here? Or go back to our place in Vegas?” I ask.
“No, If you’re going, I want to go. I just… I feel like something bad is going to happen. What if you get hurt?”
“I’m not going to get hurt. I’m just going to ask some questions,” I tell her. “You can hang out with Alice.”
“There’s also the fact my cousins think you broke my heart and they’re going to want to tear yours from your chest,” she says.
“I’ve already spoken to Jaxson. He knows we’re coming back to town for a while.”
“You spoke to Jaxson? When?”
“Yesterday. I called him.”
“You called him? When did you become phone-call buddies with my cousin?”
“Yesterday.” I smile at her. “Relax. It’s going to be fine.”
With her hand gripped in mine, I guide Poppy up the stairs and into the plane. My mom is already waiting, but she’s not alone. My Uncle Louie and cousin Alfie are with her.
“Family reunion I didn’t know about?” I ask them.
“You are your father’s son,” Uncle Louie says. “He always thought he was a comedian too.”
I lead Poppy over to the two empty seats, facing my mom and uncle. “Poppy, it’s lovely to see you again,” Mom says.
“Nice to see you too.” Poppy’s voice is quiet. She’s nervous and I hate it. I wish I could take away her nerves for her.
“This is my Uncle Louie, Alfie’s father,” I explain. “And you’ve met Alfie.” I point to my cousin before eyeing them both. “Is there a reason you two are stowaways?”
“Your father wanted Louie here to keep us in check,” Mom tells me. “Alfie was bored.”
Poppy snorts. “Sorry,” she says. “But no one goes to Kestral Valley for entertainment.”
“I don’t know? A town full of fresh meat? And cowgirls are fucking hot.” Alfie smirks.
“There’s really not a lot of meat in that town,” Poppy tells him.
“Imogen says it’s a cute little place with lots of hot women. Sammie, tell me there’s a lot of women in this town.” Alfie looks at me.
“How the fuck would I know?”
“You’ve been there,” he deadpans.
“Yeah, but I only have eyes for one woman.” I shrug.
Alfie makes a vomiting noise while my uncle shakes his head at me. My mom smiles wide.
“Well, when you’re punching above your paygrade, I wouldn’t let those eyes wander elsewhere either,” Mom tells me.
“You do know you’re my mother, right? You should be Team Sammie.”
“I’m always Team Sammie. But now, I can be Team Poppy too. And she’s better looking than you are.” Mom lifts a shoulder.
“She is,” I agree and turn to face Poppy, whose cheeks are flushed.