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My hands curl through his hair, tugging on the soft strands as he works my body over like an instrument he’s been playing for years. His strong arms wrap around my middle, holding me to him, and within minutes, I’m biting down on my fist to keep myself from crying out my orgasm.
Rhett crawls back up my body and lets his hips rest on mine while he cages me in with his arms. He wipes his beard, smirking before leaning down to kiss me. I can taste myself on his lips, and it surprises me that I don’t mind it. If anything, it makes me want to take this further and give his very hard cock some relief. I lift my hips and grind against him.
“You’re hurt,” he says, kissing my cheek and then down my neck. “Plus, I am so desperate for you, Poppy, that if I fuck you, I will pound this bed through the goddamn wall.”
Holy shit.
“Your moods give me whiplash, Rhett Black.”
He ignores me and rolls off the bed, his cock straining against the tight black briefs he’s wearing. God, his body is cut from stone. You cannot convince me otherwise.
“Let’s get your stitches cleaned and your bandage changed. Then we can make some breakfast with the kids.”
“Do you not have to work?” I watch him get dressed, fascinated by how sexy it is just to watch his back flex as he puts on a T-shirt.
“Nah, told Momma I was taking care of you for the week. The guys will have it under control.”
“So…” I look around his room, suddenly realizing I’m in my own clothes, but I have no idea where he got them from. I don’t see a suitcase or bag lying around anywhere. “Where are my things? You must’ve had someone bring my stuff over. I need a bra. I don’t really think I should be walking around tits out.”
“But I like it when your tits are out.” A sly grin forms on his lips, and I can’t help but roll my eyes.
“Rhett,” I groan.
“Momma packed you a bag. It’s in the spare.” He tugs on some jeans. “I’ll go grab it.”
He walks out without another word. Like I said…whiplash.
* * *
“Poppy!” Jolene and Wade both shout my name and come running over to where Rhett perched me on the couch. My stitches have been cleaned, and a bra has been secured.
“Careful of her arm and ankle!” Rhett calls from the kitchen. They both slow down and carefully climb onto the couch. Jolene plops herself right on my lap. Her little hands grab hold of my cheeks.
“I’m sorry I got you hurt.” She looks like she’s about to cry all over again, so I wrap her up in my arms and pull her in for a hug.
“You didn’t get me hurt, sweetheart.” I stroke her bed head. “Your Uncle Wells and I didn’t communicate with either of you that Betty might be out. And Betty didn’t know you and got scared.”
“Accidents happen,” Wade says with all of his five-year-old knowledge.
“Yes, they do.” I smile at him and reach out to hold his hand. Jolene stays tucked into my chest, her fingers playing with the ends of my hair that desperately needs to be freshened up.
Which reminds me…
“Wells was going to take me into town sometime this weekend. I need to get some stuff,” I call out to Rhett. “Can you get my phone so I can text him?”
“No.”
I sigh. I do not want to fight with him in front of his kids, but I will.
“Rhett.”
“I’ll take you today.” Color me surprised. He’s actually going to do me a favor.
“Can we come?” Both of the kids shout in unison, Jolene’s head popping up from my chest to look at her daddy in the kitchen.
He turns around from where he’s frying bacon and points his tongs at both of them.
“Only if we can get ice cream.”
