“You need to stop thinking like that. None of this is a game, Poppy. I want this,” I say, cupping her face in my hands and rubbing her cheeks with my thumbs.
“I want you. I’ve wanted you for a long time. You’re not just my little sister’s best friend. To me, you’re so much more than that.”
“Zayn,” she breathes, tilting her head to the side.
“Whatever you want to do, just tell me. I’ll follow your lead. If you want me to be your dirty little secret, then I’m happy to be. If you want to stand on the school roof and shout it for everyone to hear, then I’ll stand right beside you.”
Her eyes flood with tears at my words.
“And here I was thinking you’re an asshole.”
“Oh, baby. I’m still that. You just bring out my softer side.”
Bringing her face closer to mine, I brush my lips against hers.
“Now, tell me. Are you ready for your first make-out session with a Rosewood Bear at Head Point?”
“So ready.”
“Good, me too.”
Dropping my hands, I wrap them around her hips and pull her closer until the heat of her core is right over my cock and her breasts brush against my chest, making my hold on her tighten as her tongue pushes past my lips to find mine.
We make-out for hours as the sun descends around us.
By some miracle, no other cars join us but that doesn’t mean they won’t.
“Zayn,” she moans, kissing across my rough jaw and down onto my neck as her hips grind down on me.
“You gonna come, baby?”
“Hmmm,” she groans.
“Sit back,” I instruct and she does so without questioning me.
With a little space between us, I can just about push my hand inside her pants.
I find her wet and ready for me, and in record time, she’s coming on my fingers.
“Better?” I ask when she sags against me, an exhausted mess.
“You could say that.”
“We should head back before the others do.”
I lift her back into her seat and start the engine.
“But…” She glances down at my crotch where my cock is trying to punch through the fabric of my sweats. “Don’t you want…” Her face drops as if I’m refusing her advances.
“More than I could explain. But we’re on borrowed time here. Someone else will pull up and I don’t want anyone seeing anything of you they shouldn’t.”
“O-okay.”
“You can make it up to me once we’re home.”
Her smile knocks me for six when I look over at her. How the fuck did she agree to this? I don’t deserve her, that’s for fucking sure.
Thankfully, the driveway is still empty when we pull up so we’re able to grab some drinks and lock ourselves in my bedroom without being caught.
We might have been lucky tonight, but I know that time’s not on our side. There’s no way we’re going to be able to sneak around with Harley’s room right down the hallway. Tonight is going to have to be a one-off. Somehow, I’m going to have to trust that Poppy is going to be safe without me and allow her to go home.
My fingers twitch to reach out to some of my old friends from Harrow Creek to come and deal with Preston once and for all, but something tells me that she’d never forgive me if I were to do something like that. I have to follow through on my promise to allow her to do it her way. As much as it pains me. Putting a bullet through the motherfucker’s head is too tempting.
“Here, wear this,” I say after rummaging through the closet.
“What is… oh, really?” she asks nervously, and when I look up, I find her staring at the red fabric in disbelief.
“Yes, really.” I walk up to her and grip on to the bottom of her hoodie, pulling it up and over her head. Her bra goes too, revealing her pert, rosy pink nipples to me.
“Zayn?” she asks, as I stare down at her body.
“I changed my mind.” I pull my jersey away and drop my lips to her breasts.
“I’m not here to be your plaything,” she snaps but I know she’s teasing. Something tells me that she’d be more than happy to comply. “Give me that.” She reaches forward to where I pulled my jersey behind me and tugs it from my hand and over her head.
I take a step back and look at her. I can’t even complain that she’s covered up her tits because she’s standing before me wearing my fucking number. I shake my head, as if I can’t believe I’m actually seeing it.
My cock swells at the sight.
Mine. All fucking mine.
“Do you have any idea how hot you look right now?”
“Me?” she asks, pointing at herself in disbelief, but she’s got a naughty glint in her eye that makes my temperature increase a few more degrees.
“Yeah, you.”
She takes a few steps back. “You want me to stay like this?”
“Yup. You’re mine now.” As I attempt to close the distance between us, she steps back once more. The tension crackles between us as she teases me.
“So you wouldn’t want me to remove these?” she asks, her hands going to her waistband.
“Hell yeah.” I watch with a smirk as she kicks her pants from her legs.
“And what about these?” she asks, hooking her thumb in her black lace panties. “Would you want me in just your number, Hunter?”
My mouth goes dry at that thought alone. The sight of her long legs sticking out the bottom is fucking incredible but knowing her perfect little pussy is beneath, bare for the taking. Fuck.
“Every fucking day, Pops. Take them off.”
“While you’re fully dressed? I don’t think so,” she sasses, dropping her eyes down my still fully clothed body.
In record time, I’m standing in just my boxer briefs, her eyes feasting on my skin.
“Better?” I ask, attempting to get close to her again.
“For now.” She laughs and it makes my heart constrict.
“Fuck, I can’t get enough of you.” I press her body up against mine and slip my tongue past her lips, desperate to feel her against me once more. My hand slips under my jersey to palm her ass and she moans into our kiss.
Without warning, she drops to the bed, her face in line with my cock.
“I think I owe you one.” She winks.
“I’m not counting, Pops.”
“That’s a shame, because I am.” Her fingers wrap around the waistband of my boxers and tug. My cock springs free, making her tongue run along her bottom lip, her eyes locked on mine.
“I’m pretty sure you couldn’t look any hotter than you do right now.”
“You sure about that?”
She leans forward and sucks my length into her mouth, her heat surrounds me and almost makes me lose my damn mind.
“Fuck. Yeah. Okay.” I thread my hand into her hair but allow her to take control as she sucks me deeper and deeper.
I just let out my release, my heart thundering in my chest when the front door slams and feet run up the stairs.
Poppy looks up at me with wide, panicked eyes.
“It’s okay, I locked the door.”
Dropping my hands to her waist, I throw her up the bed. Her hand slams over her mouth as she lets out a shriek of surprise. That is until her entire body tenses as a knock on the door sounds out.