Wordlessly, I lift her chin and lower my lips to meet hers. We share a sensual kiss, slow and meaningful, as if we were writing a love letter to one another’s souls.
My hands find their way to her waist as I glide down the cool silk fabric splitting the difference between us. Poppy has the tiniest waist, the roundest ass—and I mean that in the best possible way—that I have ever seen in a pair of jeans or otherwise. But tonight, I wouldn’t mind a glimpse of the real deal, raw and in the buff. My fingers work the waistband of her pants before dipping down over her well-toned stomach. Poppy does her best to return the favor by pulling off my flannel, yanking off my T-shirt. She pulls back a moment and rakes her eyes along my chest, her fingers bumping over the ridges of my muscles.
“Wow, Stade, you are magnificent.” Her words come out breathy.
Just hearing her so hot and bothered gets me worked up. Here we are again, another hard situation presenting itself between friends. I openly frown at the thought. This is something more than that. I think we both realize it. We just don’t have it in us to admit it.
Carefully, I reach over and unbutton her blouse, pulling the smooth fabric off her shoulders as her beautiful, beautiful tits stare back at me. I have always wondered what they might look like. God knows I’ve seen them in every shape and size—but these belong to Poppy. Here they are, perfectly round, just heavy enough to give a natural shape, and those light pink nipples look like twin cherries sitting on a bed of whipped cream. I rub my thumb over one, and she shivers at my touch.
Poppy pulls me to my knees as we evict every last stich of clothing between us. She tugs that dragon over and sets it on her lap, blocking my view of the sweetest, hopefully wettest spot on Earth as she crosses her legs and I do the same. Here we are, seated across from one another cross-legged. I always knew if I ever slept with Poppy it would be different, and yet I had no idea.
“Take a good look, sweetheart.” A crooked grin rises up my cheek. “Do you see any sparkles?”
Poppy belts out a laugh, so hard and so long, a scowl quickly replaces that grin I’m sporting.
“Watch it. I’m starting to get offended.” I’m only partially teasing.
Her chest bucks, and those perfect tits bounce between us. “Jax.” She shakes her head, and her hands land over the base of my most prominent member. “I think what you have to offer trumps the sparkles on my battery-operated boyfriend any day of the week.” Her eyes linger over mine a moment. Here we are, her hands gripping my dick, my hard-on threatening to petrify rock solid, and my heart exploding in my chest like a Fourth of July spectacular. There are moments in your life that you ingrain into your memory, and this, albeit a slightly pornographic memory, will always be the one that reminds me of the fact I’m in love with this girl.
My eyes widen into hers, and my jaw goes slack. I’m in love with Poppy Montgomery. I’ve always loved her beyond the bounds of friendship and family.
Oh, shit. This is real. Iloveher. And I need to tell her.
A devious smile glides on her face. “Let me bestow a kiss to the king on his most treasured crown.” Poppy leans in, and a groan works its way up my throat in anticipation. I’m about to make love to Poppy Montgomery with the lights on, and I’m going to watch and memorize every damn minute.
The door to her room swings open, letting in an unwelcomed breeze, and Poppy and I freeze.
“Feeling better, honey?” Charlene takes one look at us, and her eyes expand the size of the sun. She slaps a hand over her chest and lets out a blood-curdling scream before spinning like a cyclone, shutting herself into the room, then screaming once again until she lands safely on the other side of the door.
Fuck.
I will never be able to look Charlene Montgomery in the eye again.
