“Less talking, more fucking, Sammie,” Poppy says.
“I can multitask.”
My hands grip her hips, holding her still as I start to thrust in and out. Poppy screams in pleasure every time I bottom out inside her. She’s so fucking wet.
Moving my hand underneath her, I run my fingers over her clit, getting them wet with her juices before I move them around to her ass. I press a finger into her puckered hole. Poppy stills, her head turns, and she stares at me over a shoulder. I don’t stop. I continue gently pressing into her back hole.
“Oh shit,” she says, turning her head back around.
Guess that’s a yes to this, then.I smile and push my finger farther into her ass as I continue to fuck her cunt.
“I’m going to come,” she cries out.
“Good, that’s the goal here, babe.” I pick up my speed and then I feel her pussy convulsing around my cock, milking me foreverything I have as we both come apart together. “Fuck, that’s hot.”
“What’s hot?” Poppy turns to look at me, her hair sticking to her skin.
“You are,” I tell her, brushing the hair from her face. “Shower?”
“It’s not big enough for two.”
“I’ll make it work.” I pull out of her and watch as my cum seeps from her pussy. There’s a primal need within me to push it back in. I don’t, because I’m not a fucking caveman.
“I don’t have a good feeling about this,” Poppy says as we pull up to the hangar.
“What do you mean?”
“Going back to Texas, you digging into my mom’s death. Maybe we should just leave it be?” she clarifies.
“You want to stay here? Or go back to our place in Vegas?” I ask.
“No, If you’re going, I want to go. I just… I feel like something bad is going to happen. What if you get hurt?”
“I’m not going to get hurt. I’m just going to ask some questions,” I tell her. “You can hang out with Alice.”
“There’s also the fact my cousins think you broke my heart and they’re going to want to tear yours from your chest,” she says.
“I’ve already spoken to Jaxson. He knows we’re coming back to town for a while.”
“You spoke to Jaxson? When?”
“Yesterday. I called him.”
“You called him? When did you become phone-call buddies with my cousin?”
“Yesterday.” I smile at her. “Relax. It’s going to be fine.”
With her hand gripped in mine, I guide Poppy up the stairs and into the plane. My mom is already waiting, but she’s not alone. My Uncle Louie and cousin Alfie are with her.
“Family reunion I didn’t know about?” I ask them.
“You are your father’s son,” Uncle Louie says. “He always thought he was a comedian too.”
I lead Poppy over to the two empty seats, facing my mom and uncle. “Poppy, it’s lovely to see you again,” Mom says.
“Nice to see you too.” Poppy’s voice is quiet. She’s nervous and I hate it. I wish I could take away her nerves for her.
“This is my Uncle Louie, Alfie’s father,” I explain. “And you’ve met Alfie.” I point to my cousin before eyeing them both. “Is there a reason you two are stowaways?”
