Page 43 of Fake and Don't Tell


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I felt Poppy’s nipples pressing into my chest and her pussy pulsing around my length. I wrapped my arms around her, holding her to my chest as I thrust into her. Growling into her mouth, I felt the base of my dick start tingling with my release.

“Fuck, Poppy. I’m going to come.”

She sat up and braced herself while I continued fucking her fast and hard. Her breasts bounced and swayed while her mouth hung open in pleasure. I could feel her walls start to flutter again and reached between us to roll my thumb over her clit. Almost immediately Poppy screamed my name and I dragged her back down to taste my name on her mouth as my body tensed and I filled her with my come. I came hard and long, kissing her while I flooded her tight sex. She shook on top of me as she rode out the wave of her own release.

I lost track of time as I held her there, slowly stroking her back and listening to her breathing slow from a pant. We kissed lazily, tasting each other’s mouths between gentle brushes of lips on lips. It was better than anything I’d ever imagined and I knew I was fucked.

Poppy groaned when I eased my length out of her and rolled her to my side. “I was comfy there.”

I slid out of bed, not bothering with clothes. “I’ll be right back.”

I wanted her to stay. I wasn’t done with her, but mostly I wanted to experience at least one night of sleeping next to her. I went to the front door and looked outside. Bogie was sitting on my front porch, staring at my door with a glare that made me feel like a shit dog parent. No matter what Poppy said, I was Bogie’s dad. A bad dad, but a dad nonetheless.

I opened the door and called him inside. “Come on. I’ll put some food down for you if you promise not to cockblock the rest of the night.”

Bogie groaned at me before going to my couch and settling on it. He looked at me with what felt like a lot of attitude and huffed. He stayed pissed until I put a bowl of food and water down for him and handed him a treat. He didn’t require much.

I grabbed a washcloth and wet it with warm water before heading back to the bedroom. When I saw Poppy sitting up on the side of my bed, my sheet pulled around her, I growled. She looked good in my bed. I just didn’t like that it looked like she was leaving.

She looked up at me with wide eyes and then looked away quickly. “I just have to find my clothes and I’ll go.”

I strode over and tugged the sheet away from her before lifting her and dropping her back in the center of my bed. I crawled in next to her and cupped her sex, feeling the mess I’d left behind. “I just let Bogie in and put down food for him. If you try to make him leave now, he’ll never recover. Plus, I need to clean you up. Who knows how long that will take.”

She gasped when I ran the cloth over her and gently cleaned her. “I…I just thought you were letting me leave with my dignity or something.”

I snorted. “We’ve been best friends since we were toddlers, Poppy. You didn’t enter with any dignity.”

Her slow smile spread across her face until she was grinning at me with pure happiness. It felt like the sun had parted the clouds and shone right down on me. “Bogie really would be upset if I made him leave now.”

I lowered myself so I could inspect her and planted a kiss at the top of her sex. Tossing the cloth toward the bathroom, I lay down beside her and pulled the sheet over us. “Come here.”

She edged closer and then giggled when I pulled her on top of me. “I can’t sleep on top of you, Sam. You’ll never be able to sleep like this.”

That giggle did something deep in my chest that made it hard to breathe for a second. I wanted to hear it every day for the rest of my life and I knew if I opened my mouth right then, what came out would be too much for her.

“Sammy?”

I grunted. “I want you on top of me.”

She rested her cheek on my chest and let out a breathy sigh. “Just push me off if it gets to be too much.”

Working my fingers through her hair, easing out tangles, I just grunted at her again. “It’s never going to be too much, Poppy.”

“Sammy?”

Smiling at the top of her head, I made a sound for her to go on.

“You’re the best double date I’ve ever had.” I could feel her smiling against my chest. “You owe me a dessert, though.”

“I would literally give you everything I own, Poppy. Dessert isn’t going to be a problem.”

She lifted her head to look at me. “I don’t want everything you own. Just this. And dessert. And maybe season tickets to all the sports I can name. And a chance to drive your truck.”

“You can have this anytime you want, Poppy. My door has been and always will be open to you. I’ll buy you dessert too.” I didn’t miss the way her lips turned up at my first comment. “As for season tickets…pick one sport.”

“And your truck?”

I snorted. “Never going to happen. There’s a reason Cyrus is always having to work on yours, Poppy.”

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