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I kiss behind her ear as my hands wander her soft hips and land on her stomach, pushing up toward her breast. She takes my hand in hers and guides me there, letting me know she wants it.
She wants me.
Fuck! I can’t do this. I can’t be here. I can’t, but I am. I am, and I can’t stop.
“That girl, I can’t stop thinking about.” I clear my throat, and cup her face in my hand. “The one I compare to everyone,” I hold her gaze in mine, “is you, Poppy. It’s always been you.” I thumb over her mouth and watch as her perfectly plump lip wets my finger. “You’re the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen, everything about you. The way you spar with me, your eyes, your thick thighs, the way your pretty hair falls down over your shoulder. I—”
“I… I like you too, Bodie. I have… for so long.” She pants while she speaks as though she’s desperate with need. “Touch me, please. Please don’t stop touching me.”
I squeeze her breast and run my hand between her legs, losing my fingers deep in her thighs.
Her head leans against my shoulder and the sound of Christmas music and laughter echo through the house. We’re alone in the kitchen, but we’re only a few feet away from someone walking through the door and ruining all this for both of us. That realization should be the reason I stop.
Instead, my fingertip swipes against the soft cotton of her panties. She’s soaking wet…for me.
I draw two fingers over the center of her slit and rub softly, closing my eyes as she moans in my ear.
Over and over again, soft and steady with the brilliance of a symphony, until I press in further, pinning the cotton against her swollen clit. I want to sneak behind the curtain and touch her silky sticky juices, but I don’t want to go too far too soon. I’ve only just gotten her against me. I need to go slow, keep her aching for me.
I rub in small circles through the fabric as she aches and moans against my touch.
Her small hand lands on my cock and she begins stroking it through my jeans. We’re like two horny teenagers who’ve been left alone for a second. We can’t control ourselves. Hands are everywhere, lips are everywhere, and with every soft moan, I’m determined to go further.
What the hell is wrong with me?
My teeth scrape against her shoulder and sink into her flesh as I work her clit through soaking wet panties.
“I need you, Bodie. Please! I need you so bad!” She’s breathless, desperate, needy, aching.
Every action drives a stake straight through me, and the urge to satisfy her becomes overwhelming.
“Fuck,” I growl into her ear and scrape my teeth against the lobe as I scan through possibilities in my head. I could take her upstairs. We could tuck into the closet. We could go outside and fuck like animals in the shed. None of it is good enough.
The kitchen door squeaks and flies open. “I need some help with the horses. Gypsy got—” Wayne stares toward us, his jaw slacked, his face redder and redder by the second. “What the fuck is going on?”
Poppy looks back, her gaze wide as she hops from the counter. “I, ugh, I had something in my eye, and he was helping me.” It might sound believable if she weren’t so out of breath and her skirt weren’t tucked into her panties.
Wayne stares toward me, his fists clenching. “Were you doing what I think you were doing?”
I’m a lot of things, but a liar isn’t one of them, especially where my best friend is concerned.This… this is on me.
I glance toward Poppy. “If you’re asking if I was kissing her… I was.”
Without hesitation, he punches me square in the jaw.
“Stop!” Poppy shouts, pushing Wayne back. “I like him! I wanted him to kiss me.”
“What? No!” Wayne plants his feet and looks at Poppy, his index finger pointing in my direction like divine judgment. “You’re twenty years younger than him. What the fuck, Pop! I get that you’re lonely, but you’re not making sense.” He shakes his head and looks toward me. “I’ve seen you two making eyes, and I wondered if something was up, but I didn’t want to believe it.”
Apparently, everyone saw this but us.
“There’s nothing going on, Wayne. He kissed me. It was a mistake. We’re drunk.” She points toward the bottle of tequila on the counter. “What’s wrong with the horses?”
I get what she’s doing but I won’t go where she’s going. It wasn’t a mistake. It was the first real feeling I’ve had in… forever.
“What happened just now, wasn’t a mistake for me, Poppy.” I turn her toward me, staring down at her pretty blue eyes. “I meant what I said about you.”
She shakes her head and laughs. “We’re drunk. We’re not making sense.”
