“Fire!” she howls so loud the cords of her neck jump. “Oh my God, we’re going to die!FIRRRE!”
I roll the curtain up into a ball and slam the pillow over the flames, smothering them to a whimpering white billow. I choke on my next breath as I lunge forward and open the window as far as it’ll go. I head over and open the slider to the balcony as well.
A sharp pounding slams over the door. “Everything okay in there?”
Poppy covers her girl parts with her hands in the event my mother is about to take a cue from hers.
“Everything’s fine!” I shout back.
“But I thought I heard some shouting about afire!” You can hear the worry in her voice right through the door.
I shake my head at Pops in the event she feels the need to spill the velvet ripping details.
“It’s the sheets.” A devilish grin comes to me as I look over to Poppy. “She says I set the sheets on fire.”
Poppy scowls over at me a moment. “That’s right, Deb!” she shouts as loud as she can. “This boy has some impressive night moves!”
You can hear the tittering coming from the other side.
“You two kids get back to doing whatever it is you were doing! Don’t mind me. I’ll be off to bed. I might leave a fire extinguisher outside the door just in case.Night!”
“Night,” I say, lackluster. I’ve hauled a few women up here since I’ve been back at the main house and not once has my mother been involved in any of the shenanigans that have happened within these walls. But then, there’s never been a fire. I’ve never had my dick try to fuck the floor, or had my body wrapped up like a mummy and then set aflame. I look to Poppy, standing before me in her tight lace bra, her matching panties, and suddenly I forget that I have a mother. “Never a dull moment.” My arms find their way around her, and my fingers hitch into her panties. “Everything off, now,” I tease, throwing her words right back at her.
She huffs right into my face with that cute turned-up nose of hers. “You’re the bossiest boy I know.”
“I am the boss to many.” My finger runs along the inside of her bra strap. “I wouldn’t mind being your boss for a few hours.”
“Just a few hours?” Her strawberry red lips part as she taunts me. “You’re not as ambitious as I thought.”
“No, but I’m as demanding—as determined to get what’s mine.” I reach back and unhook her bra with a flick of the fingers, and the girls spring out, ready to greet me.
A simple smile floats to my lips as I pull the lingerie away.
“Drop trou.”
“Yes, sir.” She hitches her thumbs into the sides of her panties, and slowly, ever so painfully, she slides them down her thighs.
Poppy is a bold beauty, nothing but tits and ass, and I hate that my mind went there, but here she is, proving that it’s simply a fact not to be contested. My hands latch onto her hips, and I mold my palms over them. I love that Poppy has never been a waif of a girl, that she’s always appreciated a good burger until she didn’t. But she’s kept her curves, her sexy ass body that I used to—and still do—slick off to in the shower. I marvel as I take her in. This is Poppy’s body. My Poppy. This girl is mine, and as beastly as it sounds, she belongs to me. She always has, always will. The thought of Poppy taking off in a week and finding someone new makes my blood boil. But this isn’t then—this is now.
I lean in and steal a slow kiss off her lips before tracing down her neck, down to her pillow soft tits, down to her stomach until I fall on my own knees about to return the favor. I brush my face against the gentle hair at the base before pulling her thighs to my shoulders. My mouth finds a home in that sweet spot I’ve been craving ever since I left, and I love her like that until she can’t breathe any more, until her fingers threaten to pull out every damn hair on my head. Her knees lock over me, and her body shudders, letting me know she hit home. I pull her back and gently lay her onto the mattress. Her velvet soft eyes look up at mine as she tries to catch her breath.
“Your impressive skills worry me,” she whispers as a laugh gets caught in her throat.
“Yes, well, would you believe I was honing them just for you?” I pull her hand over and kiss it.
“No,” she flatlines. “But I’m grateful to reap the benefits. You should really consider a training seminar for other men. You can use me as a demonstration model. I might even take a razor to my lady garden just for the occasion.”
I groan at the idea as I pluck a condom from the nightstand. “I would never want you to take a razor to that Garden of Eden.”
“Is this before or after the fall? You do realize thistles and thorns appeared after the fall. If you’re likening my pink parts to a briar patch, I’m onto you, buddy.”
“Am I your buddy?” I land my knees on either side of her. My erection sits rock hard and painful between her tits as I roll one on. Carefully, I lower myself onto my elbows as my chest adheres to hers. “I used to be your best friend.”
“So you’ll admit it in the sanctity of your own bedroom.” She sucks in her bottom lip, her eyes welling with tears. It’s true. I had denied it once. We were in high school, and she called me out on the fact in front of a group of girls, and I denied it. I was kidding around, but the moment grew tense, and before I could rectify it, it was over. I was the ass that I never wanted to be.
“I’m sorry.” All I can do is shed those seemingly empty words, but if I could, I’d go back in time and erase the pain I saw in her face that day. “What went wrong?”
“Really?” She blinks hard and grinds her head deeper into the pillow. Her hands fly to my chest as she smacks me. “You chose a lousy time to pick apart the past.” She takes in a quivering breath. “Maybe if your mom has a nice pancake spread waiting for us in the morning, I might play that game.” She gives a little shrug. “By the way, I like mine with—”
