“Yes!” Mom shouts, holding up her own slice of chocolate heaven. I’ve grown up on that better than sex confection, and I can attest to its name. Although I’m betting a roll in the sack with Poppy might change that perspective. A visual of her falling over my lap like a jackhammer treks through my mind. Her naked body, pale, beautiful, those tits bouncing like—
“To Poppy and Jax!” Mom brings her hand to her chest as tears glitter in her eyes. “May the journey lead to a blessed union in the very near future!”
Poppy and I groan in unison. It never takes long for our mothers to do the matrimonial math.
“And children!” Char holds up a fork full of cake. “Lots and lots of children!”
The room breaks out into a sorry sort of congratulatory chaos—with the exception of the sheer exuberance of our mothers.
“How about a kiss?” Frasier holds up his wine, proving he’s legitimately toasted.
Both Charlene and Mom look to one another slack-jawed—most likely ticked that they didn’t think of it first.
“A kiss?” Poppy whispers. “That just might be the icing on the cake.” Her fingers press into my side as if encouraging me to take the initiative. But I don’t need encouragement. I’m already there.
I lean in, and her eyes widen. Her mouth falls open, and as much as I’d like to think it was out of anticipation, Poppy looks just as floored as everyone else in the room.
But I go for it. My lips brush lightly over hers, and the world, my life, my heart stops. I have kissed a cast of thousands—mostly horny as hell women. My lips have touched even more than that, but this simple, lighter than air, feathery brush has proven far more erotic than anything I’ve ever experienced.
Poppy pulls back with a breath caught in her throat.
Our mothers moan and gasp for breath themselves in disbelief.
“You kissed me,” Poppy mouths just before biting down on a smile waiting to break through.
“And I’m going to do it again.”
“Oh no, you’re not.” Conner spins me toward him, and the last thing I see is the whites of his outraged eyes before his fist connects with my jaw. And just like that, a fistfight of the ages breaks out.
There are two things I’ve waited years to do—first, land another kiss onto Poppy’s lips. And second, beat the shit out of Conner Montgomery.
