Chapter 15 In Her Hands #3
Luna made a rough sound deep in her throat.
Her mouth opened under Poppy's, and their tongues met with none of the careful hesitation the first contact might have promised.
Poppy surged against her. One arm locked around Luna's neck.
The other stayed buried in her hair. She kissed with her whole body, bright hunger turning every soft place on her into pressure.
Luna caught all of it.
Her hands clamped around Poppy's waist and held her steady as Poppy's balance left her toes. Their mouths moved wetly together. Poppy licked across Luna's lower lip, caught it between her own, then pushed her tongue back into Luna's mouth when Luna gasped.
The sound went straight through me.
Poppy broke away only far enough to breathe. Her lips were already damp. "Again."
Luna kissed her harder.
She turned with Poppy against her and guided her three steps sideways to one of the broad deck posts, never losing her mouth. Poppy's back met solid wood. Luna's palm stayed between her spine and the post until she knew Poppy was braced, then slid down to her hip.
Poppy rewarded the care by dragging Luna closer with both arms and kissing down her jaw.
"God, you taste good," she murmured, her mouth open against Luna's skin.
Luna's head tipped back. "You haven't stopped long enough to know."
"I know enough."
Poppy kissed the pulse in Luna's throat, tongue touching skin before her teeth grazed the same place. Luna's fingers dug into Poppy's hips. Her control slipped out in a breath that sounded almost like Poppy's name.
Poppy heard it.
Her smile flashed against Luna's neck. "There you are."
Luna pulled her mouth back up and took the smile from her.
Their kiss got messier. Tongues, wet lips, breath breaking between them. Poppy's hands slipped under the hem of Luna's tank and spread over her bare waist. She traced the hard line of Luna's stomach and the muscle along her ribs, openly fascinated by what her palms found.
"Fuck," Poppy whispered. "You're even stronger than you look."
Luna's eyes sharpened. "You want proof?"
Poppy's brown eyes lit. "Very much."
Luna bent, caught her beneath both thighs, and lifted.
Poppy gave one startled laugh before her legs wrapped around Luna's waist. Luna settled her higher against the post, one forearm supporting Poppy's weight beneath her ass and the other hand spread under her thigh. The movement was clean and controlled. Poppy clung to her without a trace of fear.
"Holy shit." She looked down between them, then back at Luna's face. "You didn't even breathe hard."
"I can if that helps."
"Don't you dare."
Poppy kissed her again, laughing into Luna's mouth before the kiss swallowed the sound. Her thighs tightened. Her breasts pressed high against Luna's chest. Luna readjusted her grip beneath Poppy and drew her closer, turning Poppy's praise into more pressure.
Poppy felt the change and moaned.
"Yes," she said against Luna's lips. "Hold me like that."
Luna did.
Her hand slid beneath Poppy's tank at the waist, palm hot across her lower back. She kept Poppy supported while her thumb moved along the line of her spine. Poppy arched, bringing their bodies tighter together without driving them past the clothing between them.
"You like being held, Sunshine," I said before I could stop myself.
Poppy turned her face toward me.
She was still wrapped around Luna. Her mouth was swollen. Luna's lipstick had left a faint mark at one corner, and the look she gave me was pure, delighted hunger.
"I like being held by her," she said.
Luna's grip tightened again.
Poppy turned back immediately, caught Luna's face in both hands, and kissed her with enough tongue to make Luna's knees flex. Luna recovered without letting Poppy drop an inch. She shifted her stance, planted her feet wider, and used the new leverage to roll Poppy's weight higher against her.
"Oh, God." Poppy's head fell back against the post. "That's so fucking hot."
Luna kissed the open line of her throat. "What is?"
"You knowing exactly where to put me."
Luna's mouth paused at her collarbone. The praise hit her harder than the profanity. I saw it in the brief shake of her breath and the way tenderness softened her hold without making it less secure.
"I won't let you fall," she said.
Poppy's expression opened.
She pulled Luna up by the back of her neck and kissed her slower. Deep instead of frantic. Her tongue stroked Luna's, retreated, returned. Luna's hand flexed beneath her thigh in time with each pass, answering Poppy's mouth through the body she held.
I stood three feet away with my cock hard enough to hurt and let them have the space they'd earned.
Poppy noticed me watching. Her eyes opened over Luna's shoulder and held mine while her mouth stayed on Luna's. She didn't break the kiss. She reached one hand away from Luna and held it toward me.
Luna felt the shift in her weight. She looked back too.
Poppy curled her fingers.
Luna caught the front of my shirt.
They pulled together.
I stepped into their heat, one hand finding Poppy's bare waist where her tank had ridden up, the other settling against Luna's back. Luna still carried Poppy. Poppy's legs stayed locked around her. Their bodies remained pressed together while Poppy caught my mouth.
She tasted like Luna's lip gloss and the sweet drink she'd abandoned somewhere before the meeting started. Her tongue slid over mine. I kissed her deeply, feeling Luna's breath against my jaw and Poppy's fingers knot in my shirt.
"Baby," Poppy breathed against my lips. "You liked watching that."
"My cock's trying to split my shorts. What do you think?"
Her grin turned filthy. "I think I want to hear you say it."
I tightened my hand on her waist. "Watching you kiss Sundance is one of the hottest things I've ever seen."
Poppy shivered. Praise moved through her like a current. She kissed me harder, then twisted back toward Luna without releasing my shirt.
"Hear that?" she asked.
Luna's mouth curved. "I was there."
"I want to hear what you think."
Luna looked at Poppy in her arms. "I think you're trying to find out how much harder I can hold you."
Poppy's eyes went wide with pleasure. "Maybe I am."
"Then keep talking," Luna said, drawing her higher.
She kissed Poppy again.
I kissed the side of Poppy's neck while their tongues met. Poppy trembled between us, one hand sliding beneath my shirt to my ribs, the other beneath Luna's tank at her waist. Luna's free arm came around my back and pulled me closer without loosening the support under Poppy.
For several breaths, there wasn't a pair anywhere in the hold.
Poppy's mouth moved from Luna's to mine and back.
Luna kissed me over Poppy's shoulder, tongue direct and warm, while Poppy pressed her lips to Luna's throat and tightened her legs.
My hands stayed at permitted bare skin, Poppy's waist and Luna's back, but every shift of their clothes made the restraint feel dirtier.
Poppy's tank had bunched above her navel. Luna's black tank pulled tight where Poppy's arm wrapped around her. My shirt twisted under both women's fists. We were fully dressed, and my body had never been less interested in fabric.
Luna lowered Poppy slowly until her feet touched the deck.
Poppy didn't move away. She turned inside the space between us, put her back to Luna, and drew my body close to her front. Luna's arms circled her waist from behind. Poppy reached back and hooked one hand around Luna's neck while the other slid under my shirt.
Then Luna kissed Poppy's neck and Poppy pulled my mouth down to hers.
Her soft body pressed against me. Luna's strength held her from behind. Poppy made a sound into my mouth that left no doubt how worked up she was. My erection stood thick under my shorts, close enough for her to feel the heat without either of us crossing the line our clothes still held.
"Fuck, baby," she whispered. "Both of you."
Luna's hands slid beneath Poppy's tank at the sides and spread across her ribs. She stopped well below Poppy's bra. Poppy arched into the hold and bit my lower lip.
"Say it again," Luna said against her neck.
Poppy turned her head until their mouths almost met. "I want both of you."
Luna kissed her.
I watched their tongues touch from inches away, then Poppy caught my chin and dragged me into the kiss.
It was clumsy for half a second, three mouths finding room, then hungry enough that none of us cared.
Luna's hand stayed firm over Poppy's ribs.
Poppy's fingers flexed against my stomach.
My palm covered Luna's at Poppy's waist, holding both women in the same place.
When we broke for air, Poppy rested her forehead against Luna's and kept one fist in my shirt.
"I don't want this to be the whole thing," she said.
Luna's gaze stayed on her mouth. "It isn't."
"I want you somewhere we don't have to keep these on." Poppy tugged lightly at Luna's tank, then at mine. "I want your hands everywhere you stopped tonight. I want Nash with us. I want both of you together."
The words came from Poppy without a joke, a service plan, or a glance toward anyone else's needs.
Luna answered by taking Poppy’s face in both hands.
“Come back to Rosewater tomorrow,” she said. “Take Nash’s boat after closing. I’ll meet you at the dock and make sure we’re alone.”
Poppy’s lips parted. “Both of us?”
Luna’s mouth curved. “Your room is still at Rosewater. You aren’t.”
Poppy glanced at me, looking pleased rather than embarrassed at being seen so clearly.
“That’s fair,” she said.
She held Luna’s gaze. She wanted the answer in full.
Luna looked at me, then back at Poppy.
“Both of you.”
“We’ll be there,” I said.
Poppy’s entire face lit with the answer. She kissed Luna again and reached back for me, catching my shirt and dragging me against them until there wasn’t an inch of cool air left between our clothes.
"After closing," Luna repeated against Poppy's wet mouth.
"We'll be there."
Poppy moaned into Luna's kiss and squeezed my hand against her bare waist.