Hot and Heavy Horseplay
Poppy
“AAARGGHHHH!”
I launch to the door and slam my shoulder against it, locking the damn thing while expelling a silent sob. I can’t believe my mother just saw me bending over Jaxson Stade’s lap rocket while I positioned myself to blow it out like a birthday candle.
“It’s okay, honey!” she bleats from the other side of the door. “I won’t tell your father! He’s fast asleep. He doesn’t need to know a thing! You just keep up with whatever it is you kids were doing! Have a good time! I’ll make sure to have a pancake breakfast for the two of you come morning! I know blueberries are your favorite, Jaxson!”
A masculine murmuring comes from the hall, and I practically hear her covering for me. Something about me having a violent and very catching form of stomach flu. Good God. I cringe into the door as I resist the very real urge to hurl.
Jaxson comes up and switches the lights off. His arms circle my waist as he lands a gentle kiss to the nape of my neck, and a shiver runs through me.
“It looks like our secret is out, Eight Ball,” he whispers it heavy into my ear, and I tip my head back and moan. Jaxson Stade has called me that nickname more times than I care to remember, and yet this time it made my insides quiver right down to that wet slick that is begging to pay him homage.
I spin into his embrace and find his lips with my own before pulling back. “My mother knows what we’re doing.” It comes out more of an agonizing cry than a whisper.
“Think of it this way. We’ve just made things very believable.”
“Too believable. And don’t think she won’t snap a few pictures of us in the morning and add it to that psychotic scrapbook she and your mother have been contributing to all our lives.”
“You mean the photo album they let us know fifteen years ago that would one day be on display at our wedding?”
“That’s the one. You’re not really staying the night, are you?” I’m hopeful, but let’s face it. My mother can pretty much kill just about any hard-on. I wouldn’t be surprised if she nixed the flesh-fest that was about to ensue.
“Are you kidding? And miss out on the pancake breakfast? She’s throwing in blueberries for God’s sake.” He buries a tender kiss in the hollow of my neck, and a sigh escapes me. A sliver of moonlight allows me to see his drugged eyes rise to meet with mine. “You couldn’t get rid of me if you tried.”
I swallow hard as my heart races into my skull. “Whatever shall we do?” I tease, but it just comes out desperate and pleading.
Jaxson’s hands strum down my sides, slipping against my thigh, and his fingers glide over the most intimate part of me. The sweet electrifying sensation sends me jumping for the ceiling.
“Oh God!” I cry in an effort to embarrass the hell out of myself. “I mean,wow, that was—”Shut up, Poppy. Yank your vocal cords out of your throat if you have to. This is Jaxson Stade you’re about to sleep with for fuck’s sake!I press out a weak smile. “I guess you caught me off guard,” I pant out the lie.
“Did that feel good?” A dreamy smile accompanies that stoned look on his face as he leans in and steals a kiss off my lips. “Did you know your mouth tastes delicious?” He pulls back, his heavy breathing cools my heated flesh. “I bet every last part of you tastes good, too.” His fingers glide over the quivering, tender part of me once again, and I let out another heated cry. Thankfully, the Western blaring on my television is currently experiencing a rather apocalyptic shoot-out. I need their rugged shouts and grunts to cover my own apocalyptic-worthy moaning.
His fingers move over me, and I suck in a quick breath.
“You’re so wet,” he whispers as he lands a kiss directly in my ear, and I shudder.
I’m going to come. I’m just about there. I’m pretty sure we’re somewhere on that nebulous third base—we’re nowhere near home plate, and I’m about to skip straight to the fireworks show after the game.
The moonlight bathes us in its steely beams. Jaxson doesn’t take that lusty gaze off of me as his finger slowly plunges into my body and I take in a never-ending breath.
“Are you returning the favor?” I try to pass it off as sarcasm or something light, but my erratic breathing tears up every word and makes my vocal cords work to get them out.
“Oh, honey”—a dark laugh rumbles from him, and he pulls back to take me in—“I’m about to do myself a favor and give you something I’ve waited a lifetime for.”
Jax scoops me up and lands me softly on the mattress. His kisses stream down my body, stopping by the girls to appreciate the hell out of them in a frenzied fervor.
“To be continued.” He gives my left nipple a generous bite, and I can’t help but take in a quivering breath.
Yes, I’ve been with two other guys, but both of those experiences were lost in a drunken haze of regret. And each time, I tried to pretend they were Jaxson. And now here he is, having a bona fide conversation with my boobs, moving his dark head over my abdomen and leaving me breathless with each swerve of his hot, lashing tongue.
Jax gets on his elbows and pulls my hips under his chin. He glances up at me with those heavy lids and sheds a demented grin.
My chest heaves, one hard blow after another, and soon enough, I’ll pass out and miss what is turning out to be the most spectacular moment of my life. Jaxson Stade is dripping with lewd intent. Those fangs he calls teeth gleam in the silver light with that big bad wolf grin of his blooming from ear-to-ear.
“My, what big teeth you have,” I whisper like an idiot as his kisses drip to my inner thighs.
