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“Oh shit,” I said, glancing down at the explosion of doggie toys. “I meant to grab flowers for you. We were even at your mom’s shop.”
Poppy gave my waist a squeeze. “Fun fact about me: I hate cut flowers. It’s basically the only thing that stuck from my glorious teenage rebellion. Well, that and the hair dye. There’s just something so sad about flower arrangements. You’re basically killing something beautiful and handing over the corpse as a gift.”
“Sounds right up your alley,” I said and laughed when she elbowed me in the side. “I promise no flowers.”
“Nocutflowers,“ she said. “I’d never turned down a potted plant. Speaking of which, you better give Holly more attention than this devil’s ivy my mom gave you. It’s just sad,” she said, touching the brittle leaves.
“Good thing you’ll be around to keep an eye on it.” I leaned down and placed a kiss on the delicate curve of her neck. “I meant what I said earlier about you being here every morning.”
Poppy sagged against me. “You know,” she said, placing her hand on my chest. “Holly looks really happy with all her toys.”
She reached down and ran her hand over my hardening cock and I groaned. After a quick glance at Holly, I decided we could leave her to enjoy her new things for a few minutes. I grabbed Poppy’s hand and pulled her down the hallway to the bedroom and closed the door softly.
“It turned out well, don’t you think?” she said, nodding toward the painting.
“Too well,” I said, tugging at her shirt. “I haven’t slept in here in days.”
She put her hands on mine to stop my progress with her shirt. “Hold up. Where have you been sleeping?”
I cleared my throat. “The air mattress in the other room.”
“Crap on a cracker, Theo,” she said, shoving me onto the bed. “I wanted to remind you how good we were together, not torture you.” She straddled me and leaned forward until our noses touched. “How should I make it up to you?” she asked rocking against me. Even with our clothes on, I could feel her heat.
“Fuck,” I hissed as she moved again.
“Rowan made me get on the pill,” she said, rubbing her body against mine in slow, languid waves. “And since I’ve never been with anyone but you—”
Before I even knew what I was doing, I’d flipped her onto her back and started to peel the leggings from her body. “I’m clean,” I said, kissing the delicate skin beneath her throat. I unbuttoned her shirt and found her bare. Fuck me. Her chest rose and fell, pushing her perfect tits closer to my lips before pulling them away. I sucked a taunt nipple into my mouth, and she let her legs fall open, inviting me closer. I quickly tore off my clothes and positioned myself at her entrance.
“Are you sure?” I asked, dragging my cock through her slick folds. “I can grab a condom if you want.”
“All I want is you inside me, now,” she said, digging her nails into my back and pulling me close.
We both cried out when I slid into her. You’d think it’d been years, not days, since we’d been together. She was so tight and wet, I had to work my length inside her inch by inch until I buried myself completely with a hiss.
I stilled to stave off the orgasm that threatened to overtake me.
“Please, Theo,” she begged. “I’m so close.”
I pulled out slowly and she moaned, the sound rich and deep and far too sexy. “I’m never going to last if you keep making sounds like that,kardoula mou.”
She tightened around me but pressed the back of her hand to her full lips to muffle the sounds she made every time I moved, her pussy squeezing me tighter and tighter until I snapped.
I started pounding into her so hard the bed smacked against the wall in time with her moans. She gave up trying to silence them, and I gave up any pretense of taking her slowly. She screamed my name as she came, and a moment later I emptied myself inside her, the pleasure rushing through me with such intensity my legs shook.
I collapsed beside her, but before I could catch my breath, Holly scratched at the door and whimpered.
“I’ll get her,” Poppy said. She pulled her fine ass from the bed, tossed me my boxers, and slipped on my t-shirt before opening the bedroom door.
I yanked on my boxers as Holly bounced into the room, alert for danger.
“Better get used to it, babe,” she said, scooping up the little dog and planting a kiss on her furry head. “Your daddy and I will be making a lot more noise tonight.” She hopped onto the bed with Holly and snuggled into my shoulder.
I couldn’t remember the last time I felt so content. Perhaps I never had. When I lived with my parents, I’d always felt pressure to be the right kind of son, and I always fell short. My time in prison had been filled with raw grief and the crushing anxiety of life without any choice or control. I thought I’d found contentment in the small apartment above Marked, but really, I’d created a new cell. I was finally free, but for how long? It could all disappear with a second conviction.
“Talk to me,” Poppy said, placing her hand on chest. “Your heart is racing and not in a good way.”
I ran my fingers down Poppy’s arm while Holly curled into a ball between us and let out a sigh. “What happens if Everly can’t beat the conviction?”