Chapter 16 Where She Sleeps
Where She Sleeps
Poppy's hand had been on my thigh since we cleared Brewster Bay, and the closer Rosewater got, the less she remembered there was supposed to be fabric between us.
Her palm stayed above my knee while I worked the throttle. That was her only concession to the fact that I was operating a boat at night. The rest of her pressed along my side, bare shoulder beneath my arm, pale-blue sundress climbing one golden thigh every time she shifted closer.
"You're staring at me, Sugar."
"I'm appreciating you." Her thumb circled against my shorts. "There's a difference."
"Does the difference keep us off the rocks?"
"That's your department, baby. Mine is keeping you motivated."
She kissed my jaw, smiling against my skin when my cock pushed harder against my briefs.
Poppy slept with her cheek over my heart, treated my lap like assigned seating, and had grown even more affectionate once sharing me became real.
Even now, on our way to the night she'd asked Luna for, she held me like the boat might steal me if she loosened her grip.
I threaded our fingers together. "You doing okay?"
Her smile softened. "So good I might explode."
"Please don't do that on Bella's upholstery."
"Bella would hand you a sponge."
"And make you watch."
Poppy laughed and kissed my knuckles. Then the humor eased from her face.
"I want her," she said. "And I want you there when I have her. I keep thinking about Luna holding me and you against me at the same time."
The picture hit low. Luna's arms around Poppy. Poppy reaching back for me until clothes became the last rule between us.
"I've been thinking about it too."
Poppy glanced at the hard shape beneath my shorts. "Your body is an excellent communicator."
Rosewater's dock lights appeared around the point. I eased back on the throttle, and Poppy transferred her grip to my ribs while I brought us in.
Luna waited at the end of the dock, barefoot in a black tank and cutoffs, blonde hair loose around her shoulders. My Sundance caught the bow line one-handed and drew us snug to the cleat with the competence that had been turning me on since we were teenagers.
"You took long enough," she said.
"He drove responsibly," Poppy said. "I found it very brave."
Luna's gaze dropped to the front of my shorts. "You still made progress."
Poppy beamed.
I secured the boat and stepped onto the dock. Luna caught my shirt and kissed me before I straightened. Her tongue moved warm against mine, one hand at my neck, her teeth catching my lower lip before she let me breathe.
"Missed you, Sundance."
"Good."
She kissed me once more, softer, then reached for Poppy. Luna steadied her off the boat by the waist, and Poppy landed smiling against her.
"Been thinking about your hands all day," Poppy said.
"I was hoping you had."
Their mouths met open. Poppy rose onto her toes while Luna held her firmly, and even with Luna's tongue against hers, Poppy found my belt loop and pulled me in.
I put one hand on each woman. Luna turned for my mouth.
Poppy caught my lower lip next, keeping all three of us tangled beneath the dock lights where any Rosewater window facing the lake could see exactly who I'd arrived with.
Luna took Poppy's hand with one of hers and mine with the other.
"Inside."
Poppy leaned around her to grin at me. "She says that like we might argue."
"Tonight I'm interested in your other gifts," Luna said.
Poppy's laugh broke into a shiver.
Luna led us through Rosewater without releasing either hand. Poppy swung their joined arms once, practically skipping on Luna's other side, and my erection stayed painful all the way to the guest wing.
Luna keyed open a familiar door. "Your room."
Poppy looked inside. "Technically."
The room still carried her colors: a pink hoodie over a chair, bright clothes in half the closet, strawberry lip gloss beside a Kappa tumbler. The smooth white sheets carried no sign that anyone actually slept there.
Poppy ran her fingertips over the coverlet. Her smile stayed, but something quieter moved beneath it.
"It's strange seeing it made up."
"Why?" I asked.
"Because it looks like I still live here." She glanced at the clothes, then came back to me. "I leave enough stuff that nobody has to stage an intervention, but I don't go to sleep here. I go to sleep at Brewster Bay. Usually directly on top of you."
Luna leaned against the closed door, watching her with a small smile. "You didn't bring an overnight bag."
"Didn't need one." Poppy hooked a finger through my belt loop. "I'm going home with him."
I caught her hand and kissed her knuckles. "Wasn't planning to leave without you."
Her face brightened all over again. She stepped between my knees as if the answer had pulled her there.
Luna closed the door. "You haven't used this bed in weeks."
"My actual bed has arms."
Poppy walked straight to me.
I sat on the mattress, and she climbed into my lap before my weight settled. Her knees bracketed my hips. Her dress gathered at her waist as she ground against my erection and pushed her tongue into my mouth.
"That's better," she whispered.
“That deck post wasn’t doing it for you?”
“It didn’t have your lap.”
I filled my hands with her ass beneath the dress. Poppy rolled harder against me, the seam of my briefs dragging over my cock until I groaned into her kiss.
Luna sat beside us and stroked up Poppy's bare thigh beneath the skirt.
"You prepared all this," Poppy said.
"Sheets and water. Don't make it a personality test."
"I think it's sweet."
"I can still throw you in the lake."
"After."
Luna laughed, and Poppy kissed her without leaving my lap. I watched their tongues meet from inches away. Luna cupped Poppy's ass beside my hand while Poppy kept grinding on me. I kissed Poppy's neck until Luna caught my hair and pulled my mouth to hers.
Poppy stayed between us, kissing Luna's throat while Luna kissed me. Her hand slipped under my shirt. Their palms moved over me from both sides, and my cock strained against two layers of clothing that had lasted long enough.
"I want to see you," Poppy said. "Both of you. Now."
She pulled my T-shirt over my head with Luna's help, then ran both palms down my chest. Luna caught Poppy's wrists when she reached for her own zipper.
"Let me."
Poppy held my gaze while Luna opened the pale-blue dress. I kissed each shoulder as the straps slipped down. White lace held Poppy's breasts high beneath crisp tan lines until Luna opened the clasp and freed them into my hands.
"God, look at you."
"Keep looking, baby."
I rolled her nipples beneath my thumbs while Luna kissed her neck. Poppy arched into us, then stood long enough for Luna to slide the dress over her hips. She returned to my lap in damp white panties and reached for Luna's black tank.
"Your turn."
Luna raised her arms. Poppy stripped the tank away and opened her black bra while I kissed Luna. Poppy covered one breast. I covered the other. Luna's breath broke when Poppy drew a nipple into her mouth and I rolled the other beneath my thumb.
"Fuck," Luna whispered.
Poppy released her with a wet kiss. "I like that sound."
"Earn another one."
Luna stood and opened her cutoffs. Poppy knelt to push denim and black panties down her strong legs, kissing one hip and then the other when Luna stepped free. Her pussy already shone in the low light.
"Beautiful," Poppy said.
Luna's hand settled in her curls. "So are you. Lose the rest."
I hooked Poppy's waistband from behind while Luna took the front. We eased the white lace down together. Poppy stepped out and backed into me, naked and warm, her ass fitting against my lap.
Her fingers found my shorts. Luna took my briefs with them. My cock sprang free, hard against my stomach, a bead of precum bright at the tip.
Poppy swiped it with her thumb and tasted it. Luna wrapped her hand around the base.
"Worth the wait?" I asked.
"Ask us when we're finished," Luna said.
I pulled both women against me. Poppy's bare breasts flattened to my chest. Luna kissed me while Poppy's mouth moved over my neck, my erection sliding between their naked stomachs as their hands claimed every place clothing had hidden.
Poppy drew us down onto the wide bed, closed her hand around my cock, and smiled.
Poppy pushed me onto my back and settled between my thighs, smiling at me with her hand wrapped around the shaft.
Luna knelt beside her. One hand rested at Poppy's waist. The other moved over my stomach, tracing the muscle that tightened when Poppy stroked me.
"You've been hard since the boat," Poppy said.
"Earlier."
Her eyebrows lifted. "How much earlier?"
"You bent over the cooler before we left."
"Baby, that was almost an hour ago."
"I've had a difficult evening."
She laughed and lowered her mouth.
Her lips closed around the head of my cock. Her tongue circled once, slow enough to make me feel every wet pass, then flattened as she took more of me. Her hand followed below her mouth, firm and warm, keeping the motion continuous as her lips slid down the shaft.
I exhaled through my teeth.
Poppy looked up.
That was always part of it with her. The eye contact. The smile hiding at the corners of a mouth already full. She wanted to see the pleasure arrive, wanted every sound and involuntary movement as much as she wanted my cock.
Luna watched my hand tighten in the sheets.
"There," she said softly.
Poppy pulled back enough to lick across the crown. "What?"
"His right hand. He grips before his hips move."
Poppy glanced at my fist, pleased that Luna had noticed.
"Watch his stomach too."
She took me again. Deeper this time. My abs locked before I could stop them, and Luna's quiet laugh told me she'd seen it.
"You read him like weather."
Poppy released me and stroked the wet shaft against her lower lip. Her lips were flushed. Her breathing had already quickened.
"Tell me what you see when I'm down here, baby."