forward, catching herself with her forearms on the back window, and I take advantage, sucking a stiff nipple into my mouth.
“Connor!” she gasps as she hovers on the edge of coming, her pussy tightening around me until it’s nearly like a vise. I thrust up, my balls tight and my body on edge, but I wait there in that blissful moment for her. I swat the round globe of her ass, and she falls apart. “Yesss” she hisses.
When I feel her orgasm in her quivering walls, I release myself. Maybe I say her name, maybe I don’t, but as I explode inside her, I know that I’ll never be the same. She’s changed me for good and there’s no going back.
I hold her close, our hearts beating in time as she sags against me. The only sound is our panting breaths until . . .
A truck passes by, his horn loud and obnoxious and making us both jump like teenagers caught misbehaving.
She laughs when she realizes what it was, calling out, “Glad you weren’t a few seconds earlier, asshole. I would’ve been really pissed if you’d messed up my big O.”
“I don’t think he heard you,” I say gently, running my fingers through her hair and kissing her forehead as my satisfied cock deflates. Slipping out of her is bittersweet, a loss of heaven, but I pray I’ll be invited back in . . . forever.
She groans, feeling the loss too.
“Your knees okay?” I whisper, and she wiggles weakly.
“I don’t know yet. I lost feeling in my feet several minutes ago, but it didn’t seem important at the time,” she tells me with a shrug.
I smile and reach for her toes to rub the circulation back into them, but that is most definitely the wrong thing to do because she squeals sharply and flails, falling over in the seat. “I’m ticklish! Don’t touch my feet!”
She somehow ends up kicking the window, leaving a Poppy-sized footprint right on the glass.
“Oops!” she says with wide eyes.
“You know what that looks like, don’t you?” I ask, and she tries to swipe it off. “No, leave it. I kinda like it there.”
Instead of leaving it alone, she presses her palm to the glass too. “Now people will wonder what kind of crazy positions you’re getting into in the back of your truck. They’ll be doing . . . this . . . and this . . .” She holds her hand up one way, her foot tilted the other, and then switches them around, trying to match the two prints at the same time.
“You’re crazy,” I tell her with a smile.
“You’re just now figuring this out?” Her brows are crinkled like I just told her that I learned how to add two plus two.
I chuckle, running my hand up her thigh and staying really far away from her feet.
“I want you to stay at my place tonight,” I tell her honestly, the words popping out before I realize I’m thinking them. “I want you in my arms all night.”
She blinks slowly, like she’s letting my words sink in deep, and then a beaming smile spreads across her face. “I’ll have to let Nut and Juice out before we go to bed, and again first thing in the morning, but I think that can be arranged.”
Chapter 20
Poppy
Smack!
I can’t help it, I giggle at Connor’s playful swat on my butt. I mean, I did just tweak his nipple when he came in to get me out of bed. But we’d just spent a half hour snuggling, and despite his reminders that we both have deadlines to meet, I didn’t want to get up. Not even when he got up and started coffee, coming back to find me hugging his pillow and inhaling his scent like a creeper.
“Come on now, the sausage biscuits aren’t going to stay fresh forever,” he mock growls, trying to sound strict and utterly failing. Oh, I’m sure to most people he still sounds like a stern, grumpy asshole.
But I know him now, and I know that growl. It’s his way of saying, ‘Let me feed you and take care of you.’ But only with me. To everyone else, that growl is still a warning sign of impending doom.
We unlocked a lot of emotional doors and rocked a lot of foundations inside each other last night, and I think Connor’s still uncomfortably digesting some of it. His grouchiness is his way of saying, ‘I’m not denying all that happened, I just need a