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Poppy let her head fall back and stared at the ceiling. She needed to tell her mother about how she felt, about her relationship with Blake. It was bound to come out eventually anyway. The sooner she told her mother, the sooner she would understand why staying in Blithe was so important to her.
“I want to stay here, because…” She took a deep, strengthening breath.Here goes nothing. “I’ve met someone.” The breath left Poppy, and she waited for her mother’s response. The seconds ticked by as her mom clearly absorbed that little piece of information.
“Really?” Poppy heard her swallow. “Honey… I’m so happy for you. Who is he?” The choked sound that came through the receiver told Poppy her mom was crying. The tears came to her own eyes, and she didn’t bother wiping them away.
She cried, because she was deliriously happy and because she felt peace. But Poppy also cried, because she worried about her mother’s reaction to the next part she was about to reveal.
“It’s Blake, Mom.” The silence stretched out, and her mother cried harder. “I love him. I love him so much. He makes me feel happy, calm.”
“Oh, Poppy—”
“No, Mom, I need to tell you this. In the past two years, I’ve let myself sink deeper and deeper into despair. All the conversations I had with him helped me heal one word at a time.” Her heart pounded rapidly as she waited to hear her mom’s response. “I love him.” Poppy said those three words with so much conviction she didn’t doubt her mother heard by her sharp inhalation.
“I’m happy you’ve found someone who takes care of you, and I have no doubt that Blake will do just that.”
A sob left Poppy, and she covered her eyes as the tears flowed faster and harder than before. Just knowing her mother was supportive of this had her heart swelling to great proportions.
“I may not understand the connection you have to Blake, but I do know you deserve to be happy.”
After they hung up, Poppy sat and watched the orange and yellow flames dance around the wood. Of course not everyone would be as accepting as her mom, but in the end, it didn’t matter what others thought. The sound of the front door opening and closing had her standing and turning to watch Blake step into the living room.
She had taken the Yukon home, which meant Maggie had given him yet another ride, but Poppy wouldn’t let her worry and jealousy over the other woman’s intentions soil how she felt at that moment. Euphoria was a blissful sensation.
“Poppy, baby, what’s wrong?” He all but tossed his briefcase on the floor and strode toward her. She couldn’t have stopped the tears even if she tried. He cupped her cheeks with his big hands and brushed her tears away as fast as they fell. “Please, tell me what’s wrong.” He thought she hurt, and because of that, he felt her pain.
“I love you.” She wrapped her hands around the back of his neck and lowered his mouth to hers. She kissed him with everything inside her, but still it wasn’t enough. She murmured against his lips, “I told my mom about us.”
His body tensed, and he gripped her shoulders and pushed her gently back. He searched her face with his eyes. “You did?” He sounded surprised.
Poppy licked her lips, tasting his flavor. “Yeah.”
For a solid heartbeat, he didn’t show any reaction, and then he smiled and crushed her to him.
“I told her, and she’s happy for me, for us.”
He pulled her away, and tears shone in his eyes. He slanted his lips against hers and took her fast and passionately. Something snapped inside her, and she ripped her mouth away and started tearing off his jacket then went to the buttons of his shirt.
Hard, tan male flesh greeted her once the offensive material fell off his shoulders. Her panties became wet the instant she placed her palms flat against his chest. Poppy trailed just the tips of her fingers down the muscled hills of his abdomen and stopped at his belt.
A glance into his eyes showed all the lust she felt inside her. With quick, sure fingers, Poppy undid his belt, slipped it through the loops, and pushed his slacks down his muscular thighs.
A fire raced through her, burning her up internally until she couldn’t think of anything else but having Blake inside her. When he was void of clothing, he went to work on hers. When she was just as naked, he pulled her up and lifted her easily into his arms.
She wrapped her legs around his waist and felt his hard shaft slip between her wet folds. Mouths fused together, with tongues dipping in and out of each other’s mouth. Poppy couldn’t get close enough, couldn’t stop running her hands over his flesh that was warmed by the heat of the fire.
Blake spun around and strode forward. The cool wood of the dining room table greeted her bare ass, and she gasped from the sharp shift in temperature. He pushed her down until her back met the flat surface, smoothed his hands over her hard nipples, down her belly, and dipped them between her thighs.
The first feel of his hands pushing her thighs apart and his fingers delving into her wet pussy had a cry leaving her. Feet flat on the table, Poppy closed her eyes and absorbed what Blake did to her. Thick fingers probed at her entrance, teased the slick opening, and pressed inside. Immediately, her inner muscles clenched around the intruders, trying to drag them in deeper instead of pushing them away.
He latched his warm, wet mouth onto her clit and sucked while he pumped his fingers in and out of her pussy. The climax that crashed through her had her vision wavering and flashes of light exploding behind her lids.
“So good, baby.” He flattened his tongue on her and dragged it down her slit to her opening. “You taste so fucking good.” Once at his destination, he speared the thick muscle into her, fucking her with a part of his body that was both satisfying and disappointing. She wanted his big cock in her and intended to get what she wanted.
Poppy pushed up then lowered herself to the floor until she was on her knees before him. His chest rose and fell quickly as he looked down at her. When his hands landed in her hair and he gripped the strands, a flash of pleasure/pain coursed through her.
“Go on, Poppy.” His voice was deceptively calm. The hard, thick length that sprouted from between his thighs was impressive and intimidating, but her mouth watered nonetheless.
She took hold of the base of his erection and leaned forward. The smell of him filled her nose: clean, sweet, musky, and masculine. The combination of scents had her closing her eyes and taking him into her mouth with excitement. His flavor burst forth and had her pussy creaming and her nipples hardening.
