Page 15 of Five Summers

With a jolt of irritation, my eyes lock onto his. For some reason, I kinda wanna tell him to shut the fuck up. Instead, I quickly gather my belongings and get out of the car.

“See ya tomorrow,” Ace says out the open window. He zooms off down the street.

As he passes, Poppy's head lifts in curiosity, her eyes watching as he speeds by. With her eyes now fixed on me, she stands up and quickly slips her phone into her pocket.

All it takes is one look from her and I’m hightailing it out of there. The weight of her gaze stays with me as I make my way up the front path. What the fuck is happening? This chick is stirringup emotions in me that I've never felt before. I’m the one who is always assertive and commanding, always in control. I take what I please, without pause or consideration. They don’t even exist until I’m yearning to be balls deep in their wet holes. So why the fuck am I thinking like this? I haven’t even gotten a damn hand job from this girl, but she’s still all I think about. I need to get my shit together.

My heart starts racing when I hear footsteps coming closer, causing me to stop.

“Xander!” Poppy yells out.

“What?” I'm so pissed off and I can't stand how she makes me feel. I spin around, hoping she’ll take one look at me and fuck right off.

She stops immediately and takes a step back, leaving an uncomfortable silence between us. “Um… well…”

I watch Poppy as she fights to find the right words to form a complete thought. Her face flushes with embarrassment. For some reason, I find satisfaction in the knowledge that I've made her uncomfortable.

“I messed up in a big way and now I have way more mac and cheese than I can eat. So, if you would like-”

“Stop,” I butt in, knowing she’s full of shit. It's all because of what I told her the other night. I step closer, trying to intimidate her, as if it will make her disappear from my mind. “Don't you dare give me your fucking sympathy, Princess?”

“Seriously, stop calling me that, you asshole. Let’s get one thing straight. I’m not some fucking princess.” Her brows furrow in anger. Her face is like a canvas of frustration. “You’d see that if you pulled your head out of your ass for five seconds. I offered you something to eat, but if you don’t want it, then I’ll just throw it away. So go without. See if I care," she says, a bitter edge to her voice. She turns away.

I reach out and grab her arm, feeling the warmth of her skin beneath my fingertips. Her quick glance over her shoulder catches my eye, and for a brief moment, our gazes connect before she shifts her attention down to my hand on her arm.

Just the slightest touch of her sends a small tsunami of goosebumps all over me, leaving my skin tingling with anticipation. A fiery warmth spreads to my cock, igniting my desire. Ah, now it all makes sense. Out of all the girls I could hook up with, my dick is set on Poppy Reeves. Once he gets some relief, all these things I've been dealing with will finally go away.

I purposely keep my hand on her arm, testing the waters, observing her expression as I time how long it takes for her to push me away.

One second, two seconds, three seconds pass.

She takes one look at my face, noticing the mischievous smirk, and hastily pulls her arm away.

“What are you trying to do, Xander?”

Damn, she’s clever. Usually, it’s a simple touch and they give me what I want. But not with her.

“I never said no to the food. But let me be fucking clear on this. I don't need your pity.”

“Listen up, asshole, you won't be getting any pity from me. You can be a real jerk sometimes, you know.” She turns and walks away, leaving me alone.

“Yeah, so I've been told," I mutter quietly to myself, as I follow her down the front path. I haven't eaten all day and my hunger is reaching its peak. Plus, I'm up for the challenge of dealing with Poppy if it means I can feast on real food instead of chocolate bars. It’s been like forever since I’ve had a proper meal. Not since Mom passed away. Plus, with the way my dick responded to my hand touching her, maybe I could talk her into doing something to me while I’m there.

Poppy is silent as we walk back to the house.

I walk a few feet behind, stealing glimpses at her ass. Yeah, I can picture grabbing onto it and ramming into her tight pussy from behind.

But first I need to unravel the mystery of Poppy Reeves. I'm clueless when it comes to figuring out how to handle someone like her. She's different from those other girls who always give me what I want. She's not easily manipulated. My usual tricks don't work on her. But believe me, they will eventually. Time to step up my game. I'm curious how long it will take for her to let her guard down and give me a blowjob with that smart mouth of hers. I suppose only time will tell.

When we get to her house, she moves up the front steps, taking them two at a time. She shoves the black front door open and walks in. With a smile, she holds the door open so I can come in. I step to the side and wait, scanning the area.

As soon as the door clicks shut, Poppy darts right past me, heading further into the house.

While Poppy moves over to the kitchen, I take a moment to survey the room.

Placed prominently in the room, the couch is covered with pillows and blankets, creating a cozy vibe. A big-ass TV sits on the back wall, demanding everyone’s attention. With the bright lights, all the shiny things in the room sparkle. Yep. Poppy Reeves may not have a castle, but she sure lives like a fucking princess. Nothing like the fucking mess I live in two doors down, with all the walls full of holes and bottles scattered on the floors.

“You can sit on the sofa if you like and I’ll bring it over,” Poppy yells from the kitchen.

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