Page 79 of Five Summers

“Xander,” she moans my name in a sultry, seductive purr. Her body trembles with anticipation each time I thrust inside her.

“That’s it, baby,” I groan hoarsely. “You feel fucking amazing.”

“Yes,” she hisses, her body quivering. “I’m so close.”

“I know, I can feel it. I’m right there with you.”

“Oh, yeah, just like that,” she murmurs, biting her bottom lip. “Xander,” she cries out, her face twisting in pleasure as she shatters on my cock.

As I come inside her, I gently press the side of my face against the curve of her neck. It’s a moment I wish could last forever, lost in the intimacy we share. Her body is like a warm embrace and her scent wraps around me. Breathing heavily, I remain there, savoring every precious second I have with her, aware that our time together is drawing to a close.

Still catching my breath, I lift my head and study her stunning face. Her rosy cheeks and glistening sweat droplets add to the whirlwind of unexpected emotions swirling inside me. I lift my hand and brush a stray strand of hair away from her face. “You’re so beautiful. You know that.”

And I can hear the slur in my voice, but I want her to know that I’m not saying it because I’m drunk. It’s the truth. Damn, did I already mention that earlier? Maybe I didn’t.

“Well anyway, I think you’re beautiful,” I say.

She bursts into laughter, and hearing it puts a smile on my face. “I think you’ve had way too much to drink,” she says.

“Yeah, maybe.” I gently press a kiss to her nose and roll off of her, immediately pulling her close to my side. The comforting touch of her warm, naked body brings me solace as I snuggle my face into the curve of her neck.

That’s when it hits me, like a ton of bricks. Damn, I’m head over heels for this girl. She’s mine, and I want to keep it that way. The thought of not being with her just doesn’t sit right with me. How can I simply walk away from the incredible connection we share, something I’ve never experienced with anyone else? But first, how the hell am I going to break the news to Ace? How do I tell him that I’ve messed up and that I want Poppy to join us when we go?

I don’t care, I’ll find a way.

Lying there, I snuggle up to Poppy, just soaking it in. Gradually, her breathing deepens, becoming synchronized with the gentle rhythm of a peaceful sleep. Holding her close, I press my lips softly against her delicate skin, savoring its softness. “I love you,” I whisper, my voice barely audible, as if afraid of the weight of those words.

Chapter twenty-seven

Poppy

The sudden noise of my bedroom door swinging open startles me, and then I hear it - her voice, piercing and shrieking. Panic overwhelms me as I realize I’ve overslept. And to add to the chaos, Xander is lying naked beside me.

“What in the world is happening?” my mom screams, making me jump out of bed, fully aware of my latest screw-up. My cheeks burn with shame as I stand naked before my mother. But she's not paying attention to me. Instead, her attention is on Xander, who absentmindedly scratches his groin while frantically searching through the disarray of clothes on the floor. And to add to my shock, he’s sporting a raging erection.

“Get out of here now!” she yells, her voice filled with panic. “Get out or I’ll call the cops.”

Xander’s sudden display of nudity in front of my mother completely catches me off guard, causing me to momentarily forget that I’m also unclothed. It’s only when she glances back at me that I snap back to reality. Hastily, I grab the oversized crumpled t-shirt resting at the edge of the bed and swiftly pull it over my head.

Xander hastily pulls on his jeans, but he’s not fast enough, leaving his ass on display. All I can do is stare at it.Come on, Poppy. Get your shit together. Now is not the time to check out his ass. Your mother is right there, after all.

I suddenly snap out of my daze and nervously shift my gaze towards my furious mother, who is giving me a deathly glare. Yeah, she totally caught me shamelessly checking out his butt.

“I told you to get the hell out of my house,” my mom shouts. She’s super pissed, I think she’s about to explode.

Xander, in a rush, quickly throws on his shirt and then steals a glance at me from across the bed.

“Catch you later, Princess,” he mutters, and heads towards the window.

He opens the window and slips through, leaving me alone with my mother’s seething anger.

As I stand there in the uncomfortable silence, I’m unsure where to direct my gaze. Briefly, my eyes glance at the floor before shifting to the untidy bed. I can’t help but notice that the fitted sheet has once again come loose from the corner, most likely due to the wild night I had with Xander. The mere thought of what he did to my body and the mind-blowing orgasm he gave me sends a wave of tingling sensations rushing through me. Being with him feels like my body is a finely tuned instrument, and he is the skilled maestro coaxing out every sound and sensation it can produce.

I turn my head and watch as my mother walks over to the window that Xander just slipped through. With a firm grip, she shuts it and locks it.

“So, this is how you choose to spend your time when I’m not here,” she remarks, her words dripping with disdain.

Her eyes meet mine, but I quickly divert my gaze, unable to hold her stare. “I never raised you to be a promiscuous little slut, but unfortunately, that seems to be the case now. And to top it off, it had to be with a loser like him.”

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