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“I can touch you without cringing away, asshole.” I sucked in a big breath of air like I was about to dive underwater and then did it. I leaned forward and pressed my lips to his.
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***Poppy***
Cyrusletgoofmy hands and I waited to be tossed onto my ass, but instead, I felt his giant hands settle on my thighs and squeeze. My body reacted like he’d lit a fire under me and the only way to put it out was to dampen my panties completely.
It was a simple kiss, just a pressing of lips against lips, but when I pressed my hands against his chest and explored just a little, he growled against my lips in his grumpiest voice.
“You want him to think we’re grade schoolers sharing a kiss, or a couple that fucks regularly?”
I threaded my fingers into his longer hair, jerking it from his bun, and pressed myself against him like a wanton woman. I tilted my head to the side and then, feeling like I was on the top of a roller coaster about to fall over the edge, I opened my mouth and stroked his lips with my tongue. The second he opened his mouth to take mine inside, I knew I was screwed. He tasted like whiskey and it was already the best kiss I’d ever had.
Cyrus’s hand locked onto my ponytail as he deepened the kiss. He sucked my lower lip into his mouth and bit it as my short fingernails sank into his neck. Our tongues moved together like dance partners who’d been doing it for decades. It was smooth, natural, and exhilarating, unlike anything I’d ever felt.
When I rocked my hips forward, lost in the kiss, he lightly slapped my thigh and pulled back. “Well, you didn’t flinch.”
I awkwardly climbed off of his lap, clumsy and a little lost after that kiss. My head was raging against my body, but my body had taken over. As I backed into Sam and he caught me with his hands on my waist, I shivered. For some reason, the thought of him being there, watching me kiss Cyrus, didn’t bother me. It didn’t feel wrong. At least my body didn’t think so. At the feeling of Sam’s body against mine, I just wanted more of that amazing kiss.
Cyrus caught my gaze and held it. “You look rattled, PoJo. That’s not going to work at the wedding.”
I lifted my chin. “I’m n-not rattled.”
Sam leaned down and pressed a kiss to the side of my neck. His stubble left goosebumps along my skin and he seemed content to kiss them away with his warm mouth. “You’re going to be touched by whoever goes with you. You’re going to have to touch that person too. Are you sure you want to do this, Poppy? I’m just kissing your neck and you’re about to run out the door.”
Run out the door? Ha. I turned to face him and hugged him like I’d never hugged him before. I wrapped my arms around his waist and curled into him, letting every part of me, from knee to shoulder, touch him. “I’m touching you.”
He wrapped his arms around me and rested his hands at the top of my ass. “Yep. Now what?”
I swallowed. A part of me was terrified and did want to run toward the door. It was the part I always defied, because I wasn’t a chicken. I stretched up on my tiptoes and offered him my mouth. “Now we see if you and I have more fake chemistry than Cyrus and I did.”
Sam had a competitive streak a mile wide and even though he thought he kept it under wraps, we all knew about it. When his hands gripped my ass and used that grip to lift me off my feet, I knew he was going to do his best to beat Cyrus.
I wrapped my legs around his waist and gasped when my core pressed against his lower stomach. Through my jeans, I could feel the heat rolling off his body. Locking my hands behind his neck, I met his eyes and licked my lips. “Well?”
He smirked before squeezing my ass and leaning forward to kiss me. If I thought he was going to go for the extreme right away, I was wrong. He feathered kisses across my lips until I moved to get more from him. I whimpered without meaning to, and heard one of the guys grunt from behind me. Just as I was about to come to my senses and stop what we were doing, Sam settled his mouth over mine and kissed me hard. His body felt rigid with tension against mine, his grip on my ass almost painful, but his kiss was focused and steady.
He shifted his hands so only one rested under the center of my ass, his long fingers curling forward toward my sex. He trailed his free hand up my back and around my neck, holding me while he deepened the kiss. The whiskey on his tongue grounded me in the moment as his kiss consumed me. Even when our teeth bumped together, I didn’t stop. I twisted my hands into his curls and rocked into his stomach as I tried to find an ounce of relief for the arousal I felt.
Sam’s finger moved to rest along the seam of my jeans that ran over the center of my sex and the heat and light pressure made me moan. I wanted more. I—I was trying to hump one of my best friends. Pulling away from him, I unwound my legs and slowly slid down his body until my feet found the floor.
I stood on trembling legs and straightened my T-shirt before turning to face Cyrus and Jude. My face had to be bright red, but I tried to play it off like it was nothing. “And that’s how it’s done. See?”
Sam snorted from behind me, but I ignored him. As much as I could while my body was so aware of his presence.
Cyrus had a pillow over his lap and an amused look on his face. “Are you going to choose between the two of us or let Jude have a chance to explore his acting abilities?”
I wasn’t sure I could handle more kissing. I was so wet that I was afraid it would show through my jeans and I knew I’d never live that down. I couldn’t let them see how affected I was. But when I looked at Jude and saw the challenge in his gaze, I knew I was going to complete the mess I was making and kiss him too.
“I’m a fair person. I want the kiss at the wedding to look as real as possible, so I have to test each of you I guess.” I moved toward Jude and stared down at him. When he patted his thighs, I swallowed a little too loudly.
“Is that a flinch I’m seeing?” Cyrus taunted me.
I wedged one knee between Jude’s hip and the couch, and braced my hands on his shoulders before bringing the other one to his other side. Lowering my ass to his lap, I found myself lost in his expression. He watched intently as my ass connected with his body and he rolled his lips inward. When he looked up at my face, there was something hungry in his gaze that I’d never seen before.
I opened my mouth to break the tension, but lost all thought as he gripped my ass and pulled my core flush against him. I could feel an iron bar under me and knew I looked shocked as I realized that not only was Jude hung—he was hard. I involuntarily shifted just the slightest bit to feel more of him, and found the friction against my sex too good to deny myself. If I just made small movements, they wouldn’t know, I told myself.
Jude pulled me even closer and took my mouth in a heated kiss. It felt like a continuation of something we’d already started, instead of a first kiss. He held my head in his hands and stroked my tongue with his. I rocked against him, chasing the feelings growing inside me.
