“I know.”
“Just because they found his body and you filed a police report doesn’t mean that you’re in the clear.We still have to wait for the autopsy report.If they find anything suspicious, you could still become their primary suspect.Anything is possible, and I can’t risk getting distracted and letting something bad happen to you.”
“I get that.I do.But hear me out,” she said softly.“What about quickies?I mean, technically, there is no danger that we need to be worried about.Dale is dead, so it’s not like he can come back and try to kill me or get revenge.We’ve already spoken with the police, and I've filed a report.I don’t see what else can go wrong.Even if the autopsy shows foul play, they would have to be able to prove that I killed him and dragged him out of the house, into the garage, then loaded him into the car.There’s a lot they would have to dig through, and I don’t know if it’s even possible to still detect it, but his blood alcohol level would have been incredibly high given the amount of whiskey he had that night.Who’s to say he didn’t fall and hurt himself before driving drunk and crashing the car before ending up in the river?”
She grinned so hard at me that it was almost impossible not to smile back at her.
“See, nothing to worry about,” she pressed as she took another bite.
“I don’t think that’s how any of this works,” I countered.“The last thing I want is for law enforcement to show up here and arrest you because they think you killed him.Not only that, we still have to worry about the FBI and the account he has that now goes to you.There’s a lot at play here, Poppy.We can’t afford to make mistakes because we’re horny.”
“You take all of the fun out of this.”She pretended to glare at me as she lifted her fork and resumed eating.
“Believe me, this isn’t fun for me either.I would rather haveyouspread out on this table and eating your sweet pussy instead of this fucking meatloaf,” I groaned, stabbing at it with my fork.
“Too bad Travis isn’t a guard dog.He could buy us some time.”
“He’d probably lick them to death if anyone tried to come into the cabin.He’s the worst guard dog I’ve ever seen.We’ve put him with Gage’s dog, Duke, hoping that he could teach Travis a thing or two, but even Duke gets irritated with him.”I laughed as I looked over at Travis, who was chewing on one of the wooden legs of the couch.
Fucking dog.
“Eh, it’s probably for the best,” Poppy said as she leaned back and pushed her plate forward.
“Why’s that?”
“Because I’ve been thinking about this trick I learned a while back, where I hum while I suck your cock, and I thought I could try it on you.But maybe it’s better that we don’t do that.I wouldn’t want you to get obsessed with my mind-blowing oral skills.”
She got up and took her plate to the counter, her fingers brushing over my shoulder as she walked past.
“Too fucking late for that,” I muttered, finishing my food that no longer tasted good.
Nothing would ever taste as good as Poppy.
Sixteen
Poppy
