Page 45 of Brewing Up a Bad Boy

The moonlight fell around them as, once again, he got an otherworldly vibe from her. His own soul seemed to catch the same fire from her as she rode him. He braced one hand behind him so he could lean back and give her more room to move the way she wanted to. Her breasts bounced with each thrust, her hands on his shoulders for balance.

He pulled her forward until he could reach one of her breasts with his tongue, then he twirled it over her nipple as she started to move more frantically against him.

“I can’t get you deep enough,” she said.

He held her to him and spun around until she was underneath him on the table. Bracing his feet, he drove into her as deep as he could, pushing her knee back toward her chest. He pounded into her as a red haze came over him, demanding he take everything she had to give.

His lips were on hers, his tongue driving deep into her mouth. Her hand tightened on his shoulder, and the little noises she made got quicker and deeper, until she tore her mouth from his.

“Now.”

He came as soon as the word left her mouth. His orgasm ripped from deep inside him, and he emptied himself, thrusting a few more times to draw out his pleasure. Her pussy kept tightening around him as he fell forward, his head resting in the crook of her shoulder while his breathing slowed.

Her hands moved languidly up and down his back. He glanced down at her noticing that Poppy’s mouth was moving, but her words were silent.

“What are you doing?”

“Thanking the moon for this night,” she said, her hands still playing with his hair. “And for you.”

His breath caught, and hope bloomed in his chest. Fear like he’d never experienced before erupted as well, but he quickly squashed it. “I’m grateful for you, moon fairy.”

“Moon fairy?”

“Yes. Just came to me, but it suits you,” he said.

“Thanks. But you know I live in this world.”

“Something I’m grateful for. Want to go inside and clean up or hang out here?” he asked.

He noticed that she liked to be outside as often as she could. She seemed calmer when she was in nature. It was odd that he’d never absorbed that before.

“I’d love to stay out here, but the table isn’t super comfortable.”

“Right,” he said. “Let’s wash up and—”

She put her fingers over his mouth. “Let’s just go with it. We don’t have to have a plan for every second, do we?”

No. Of course not.He tended to do better when there was a schedule, but he could go with the flow. “Yeah.”

She started laughing as he shifted to get up. “Your face is giving you away. You so want to plan.”

Using his position over her, he started tickling her as her laughter filled the night sky. The coldness he hadn’t been able to shake from the moment she told him she was leaving him began to thaw.

This time, he wasn’t going to try to control the outcome. She had a point when she said they didn’t need a plan. He’d roll with things as much as he could.

There was always going to be a part of him that needed focus, but with Poppy, he wanted to try something new. She tickled him back, but he wasn’t ticklish, so he captured her hands and held them above her head in one of his. “Gotcha.”

Her lips parted as she used her legs to pull him closer to her. “Got you too.”

He knew she was playing. That this was just more of the moonlight magic that had wrapped around them at the Tor. But those words felt right.

As in soul-deep right.

He was already back to making a list of all the things he still had to change and do, but right now, they had each other. If only he could let himself just enjoy this moment. Not worry about what would happen tomorrow with his family.

Tonight, it was just him and Poppy. The two of them together.

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