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He leans in like he’s going to kiss me. God, I want him to.
“But this thing right here, “ I tell him as I run my thumb over his mouth, “ruins everything else about you.”
Before he can say anything, I twist the handle and curl around the door to slip inside.
“Good night, Rhett.”
The screen door shuts, and I close the wood door, completely shutting him out. I even go as far as to dead bolt it, hoping that it’ll stop me from opening it and jumping into his strong arms just to find out how good of a kisser he is.
Slowly, I lower my forehead onto the door and wait to hear him walk away. It takes a minute, but eventually, his footsteps recede, and I can breathe again. Turning and slumping to the floor, I bang my head behind me on the hardwood.
“Stupid, stupid, stupid, Poppy.”
I walked straight homelast night, bypassing Momma and Pops’ house to pick up the kids. They could wait. They wouldn’t even miss me. Throwing open the door, I ran up the steps and jumped in a shower of water so cold it may as well have come from the damn Arctic.
But it didn’t help. My cock was still throbbing painfully as the cold water beat down on it. After a minute, I gave up and turned the water up until the entire bathroom filled with steam. When my hand wrapped around the base of my cock, I hissed at the pleasure.
I pictured Poppy the entire time. The way her ass looked under her dress, the strawberry panties she was wearing, the way her hips ground against me on the horse. Her eyes, her lips, her breasts…everything was flashing in front of my eyes as I tugged roughly on my dick.
I came so hard I thought my knees were gonna give out. Wouldn’t that have been a way for someone to find me. Dick in hand, knocked out from coming so hard I hit my head on the tile. Christ.
I have got to get a damn grip on myself. I cannot be lusting after that poor girl. The last thing she needs is her boss, an old man — a single dad, no less — hitting on her while she tries to do her job.
But the way she touched my jaw and looked over my body had my mind on the fritz. I wondered if she was wet for me and what she’d taste like once I got my tongue between her thighs. A girl with a mouth like hers would sound the prettiest as she screamed out my name.
“Daddy, is Poppy gonna be at Grammy’s?”
I’m jolted from my memory and look over to see Joey popping her head around my bedroom doorframe. Her hair is in a mess of a bun on top of her head, hanging on for dear life as she tilts her head to look at me.
“I’m guessin’ so.”
“I like her,” she says as her eyes light up. She dips her head back out into the hallway while her little fingers still cling to the frame. “Told you she’d be comin’!” she shouts down the hall.
“Hey, Joey!” I call out to her before she can run away.
“Yeah, Dad?” She pops right back in, her little bun wobbling to the side.
“Make sure you don’t bother Poppy while she’s workin’.”
“We don’t. She likes us.” Her matter-of-factness makes me grin.
“That might be the case, pumpkin, but she’s tryin’ to work. She has a job to do, and she can’t be watching you and your brother every day.”
She sighs and, with all the attitude in the world, leans a hip against the doorframe as she crosses her arms.
“She doesn’t watch us. Grammy does. We take Poppy and Uncle Wells lunch.”
“Well, maybe y’all should stop doing that every day. Let Poppy and your uncle do what they need to do.”
“Well, maybe you should talk to Grammy. Because she’s the one takin’ us over there every day.” Her little eyebrows raise up, and damn if I don’t see myself in the way she acts sometimes.
“You’re kind of sassy.”
She smiles and pushes her nose in the air.
“I know.”
And then, like a bolt of lightning, she’s gone, calling after her brother. I quickly finish in the bathroom, brushing my teeth and running my fingers through my hair. I’m tempted to do something with it, maybe actually run a comb through it or use that pomade shit Hayes got me two Christmases ago. It’s just been sitting there untouched ever since.
