Page 21 of Fake and Don't Tell

Instead of flying off of me or slapping me, she swallowed and licked her lips. “It’s just that easy? You just pull whatever woman you carted out here into your lap and she swoons? Even after a terrible date?”

I smiled. “I don’t know about swooning, but I don’t get many complaints.”

I knew another smartass comment was coming so I leaned forward and sucked a spot of skin just under her ear. Her immediate shiver told me it was a good spot. I told myself I was just giving her an example so she’d know how I dated. To help me.

Her ass felt damn good in my hands but I forced myself to let go and work my hands up her sides. As I kissed down her neck and across her throat, I held her just under her breasts and stroked the bottom of each full tit with my thumbs.

“The talking comes in when I tell my date that this is private land and no one can see or hear anything out here.” My thumbs rolled over her hard nipples and I groaned as her hips rocked into mine. “You can do anything you want out here, any dirty thing that comes to your mind, and no one would ever know.”

Poppy arched her back and then rocked her hips forward again, moving like she was going for gold in bull riding. “What does the woman usually do now?”

I grunted as her movements stroked the length of my dick back and forth. My brain threatened to sizzle out at the sensation. “It depends.”

She gripped my shoulders as she rolled her hips. “On?”

“On how badly she wants this.” I bucked my hips, knocking her off her rhythm and making her eyes go round. “She might beg to be fucked.”

Poppy grunted. “Too easy. You should have to work for it.”

“I put in the work, Poppy. I put inallthe work.” I bucked my hips again and watched her mouth fall open. “And for a woman who asks nicely for what she needs? I deliver everything she could ever need and then some.”

“All under the moonlit sky. It’s verging on romance.” Even with her breath coming in short gasps and her body working with mine, she just couldn’t play nice.

I met her mocking gaze and let some of my hunger out. I shifted to grip the back of her head and tugged at her ponytail. I growled and moved my other hand to her hip to force her to ride me harder and faster. “And if a woman I brought out here had a mouth like yours, I would fill it.”

I knew I was in trouble the moment her eyes narrowed. Even with her head tipped back from my grip and her breath ragged, she wouldn’t be bested. “So do it.”

Abandoning her hip since she was riding me so well on her own, I slid two fingers into her mouth and swore as her lips closed around them. Her tongue danced around them and her cheeks even hollowed when she sucked on them. “My dick is a reward, not a punishment. You can suck my fingers to keep that pretty mouth closed.”

Warning lights flashed through my head, telling me that I was losing control. I never would’ve spoken to a normal date like that. There was something about Poppy that poked the bear and called out every dominant bone in my body. I wanted to push her and watch her catch fire for me. I wanted to control that inferno and sink into it. It was a dangerous game and I needed to stop.

Poppy moaned around my fingers, and I could feel her body tense around me. She was going to come from grinding on me and I lost all care to stop myself. I pulled my fingers free, earning a pout from her, but it was gone as soon as she felt me move. I spun us so she was on the tailgate and I was between her thighs, hovering over her as I worked my hips into hers. Grinding into her hot center, I gripped her wrists in my hand and pinned them over her head, forcing her back to arch and her tits to lift for me. Without caring about consequences, I lowered my head and sucked her nipple hard straight through her shirt.

She squeezed her thighs around me and cried out my name in a voice I’d never heard from her. When I moved to her other nipple and gave it the same treatment, she thrust her hips up at me desperately and the next stroke of my denim-clad erection over her core had her screaming my name.

Watching her come so openly pushed me further than my control could handle and I shot jet after jet of come against my jeans. Later, I’d be embarrassed about coming like a teenage loser who’d never touched a woman before. In that moment, as I looked down at my best friend and watched the last of her orgasm shudder through her body, I just felt content.

Unfortunately, that feeling was immediately followed by reality and Poppy staring up at me with shock clear as day on her face. I shifted off of her before she had to tell me to and sat on the tailgate beside her, just shy of touching. My heart hammered in my chest as I waited for her to say something. Coming down from a damn good orgasm while waiting for the other shoe to drop wasn’t exactly how I liked fooling around to end.

Poppy sat up next to me and gripped the tailgate on either side of her thighs. Her pinky brushed my thigh and I felt the touch like she’d done it with a cattle prod. She glanced over at me and then away quickly.

I caught her gaze the next time she did it, and something about the look on her face made me laugh. The tension broke and she laughed with me, her shoulders shaking as she did.

“Did you…?” She looked at me through her lashes and groaned when she couldn’t say the rest of the sentence.

“Come in my fucking pants? Yeah. And if you ever tell anyone, I’ll deny it till the day I die.” I rubbed my hands down my face and stood up. Turning to face Poppy, I had to stop myself from standing between her thighs, a place I really had no business being. Too bad it was a place I desperately wanted to be. I shifted closer. “Shit, Poppy.”

She scooted forward and her thighs spread just the slightest bit more, but it was all I needed to wedge my body between them. Her hands rested on my sides and her gaze was unsure as she looked up at me. “Shit is right.”

I tried to fix her ponytail and then held the side of her neck as I leaned into her. “I’m not going to apologize.”

Her knuckles bit into my skin as she gripped my shirt tighter. “I didn’t ask you to.”

“Good. Because I’m not.”

Her pulse raced under my thumb and she sat up a little taller. “Good. Because I don’t want you to.”

“Shit, Poppy.” I closed the gap between our mouths and kissed her. With my hunger satiated for the moment, I could move slower and take my time tasting her. I explored her mouth and got high off the sounds she made while I kissed her. We were both breathing hard when I pulled back. “Shit.”

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