Love Me Forever - Juliana Stone Page 0,25

stars. When she wiggled out of her bikini bottoms, he didn’t stop her, and when she sank onto him, he literally lost his mind.

She sighed, her body tight around him as she began to move, her fingers dug into his shoulders.

“Poppy,” he groaned into her neck, holding her close, hands on her hips as they rocked into each other in this secluded spot just beyond the dock. The sensation of water on heated naked skin only heightened his pleasure, and he nuzzled her, eyes shut as the most exquisite feeling flooded his body. “This is gonna be fast,” he managed to say raggedly. “I can’t hold back…”

“Good.” She grabbed his mouth and kissed away anything else he had to say. She tightened even more and groaned into him. His climax erupted from deep inside, flooding him with an animalistic heat. If he wasn’t holding on for dear life, he might have pounded his chest like a Neanderthal.

They came together, two heaving bodies and quivering limbs. Boone cradled her against him as he struggled to stay up on legs that had turned to noodles. He wasn’t sure how long she sat in the shelter of his arms, his cock still buried deep inside her, but it was long enough for him to harden again and want more.

“That was…” He didn’t have the words. Hot? Amazing? Didn’t seem to cut it. Had it been like this before? He couldn’t remember, but then hell, he couldn’t think straight.

“I can’t believe we just did that,” she whispered hoarsely. “And no protection. Jesus, we were smarter back in the day.”

“Hey, I’m clean if that’s what you’re worried about.”

Poppy didn’t say another word. She slid from him and turned away to adjust her bathing suit top. She grabbed her bottoms which floated a few feet away and slipped them back on. She looked over her shoulder and swam a few yards in front of Boone. He waited for her to say something else, but her expression was unreadable. Then she turned and kicked out her feet, and seconds later, disappeared around the mess of branches and trees that kept them hidden.

It took a bit, but eventually, his dick relaxed, and he cooled down. He headed back to the empty dock but took his time, trying to figure out what this meant. He hauled himself up and, with a look back at the water, shook his head. What the hell had just happened? When was the last time he’d lost control like that? He felt like a horny teenager again. And truthfully? Being an adult was overrated. He kind of like feeling this way.

He walked around the boathouse and immediately spied Benji sitting with Tawny over by the swing set. They each had a plate of food. Benji’s face was covered in kernels from the corn on the cob he was making his way through. The little guy was having the time of his life. Feeling a little guilty for leaving him alone, Boone started toward them.

“Where have you been?” Blue appeared from nowhere.

Boone kept his sights on his son. “Around,” he replied lightly.

Blue raised an eyebrow and glanced back toward the boathouse. “Huh.”

He glanced her way and saw the knowledge in her eyes.

“One thing, Boone.” She put her hand on his arm and stopped him in his tracks. “I’m giving you the benefit of the doubt because Cam says you’re a good guy. I even put in a good word with Poppy because I think you and she need to work through some stuff.” Her smile held a touch of winter. “But make no mistake. If you hurt her again, I’ll come for you.” She leaned closer and whispered, “And one more thing. You might want to throw on a T-shirt, because you’ve got claw marks down your shoulders and back.”

Chapter Nine

Poppy stared at her reflection in the mirror, at the bruised lips, the wild eyes, and the heated blush that stained her cheeks a deep rose. She angled her head and bit her lip in horror when she spied the whisker burn along her jaw and a small red patch of skin near her collarbone where Boone had nipped her.

“Jesus,” she muttered, slamming her eyes shut, anything to avoid the evidence. She’d jumped out of the lake and darted around the house, hoping like hell no one saw her, and was now holed up in the basement bathroom like an idiot because she had no clue where to go from here.

She had lost her mind.