“There’s still plenty of time for this. Plus, we’ll all be back. Rosewood is our home.”
“I guess so,” Jake says, tipping his beer to his lips. Not so long ago, he was desperate to get out of this place, it’s amazing how one person can change so much.
“Zayn,” Harley calls. “Can you help me with something?”
“What, Har?” I bark, assuming that it’s probably to carry a passed-out Ruby upstairs, she wasn’t looking exactly sober when I last saw her so I have no idea what state she’s in now.
She doesn’t say anything, stands with her hand on her hip by the door waiting for me.
“What?” I snap again when I get to her.
“Do you know where the karaoke machine is?”
I sigh. “Really? That’s what you wanted me for? It’s in the closet in my den. Are we done?”
“No, could you come and get it? It’s too heavy for me.”
“Jesus. I knew I shouldn’t have invited you tonight,” I mutter, following her inside, swiping a bottle of beer from the kitchen as I pass.
I’ve drained it by the time we walk through the door into my den. I expect to find the rest of the team in here on the Xbox or at least with a few of the squad grinding down on their lap, but when I look up, all I find is an empty room.
“What the hell?” I mutter to myself as Harley comes to a stop in the middle of the room and gestures toward the closet.
What the fuck did her last slave die of?
With a sigh, I pull the closet door open and step inside, my hand running down the wall for the switch that I know is there somewhere. But before my hand finds it, the door slams behind me and I sense someone step up to me, a beat before her scent fills my nose.
Her body presses against my back and my breath catches in anticipation.
“You want to play seven minutes in heaven?” she breathes in my ear making my skin tingle with awareness and my cock to jerk in my pants.
“Fuck yeah.” Before I even know I’ve moved, I’ve got her backed up against the wall, the entire length of my hard body pressed up against her soft one.
“Happy Birthday,” she breathes.
“You planned this.” It’s not a question because suddenly Harley’s random request and the empty room make total sense.
“I thought it was fitting. I also thought,” she says, brushing her lips against mine. “That we could go all the way this time.”
“Oh, hell yeah.” I slam my lips down on hers in a bruising kiss. My need from earlier comes back full force and mixes with the alcohol and makes me forget any restraint I might usually have.
I soon realize I’m not the only one feeling that way because Poppy’s hands slide under my shirt, lifting it and encouraging me to pull it off.
I do so without hesitation, dropping it onto the floor somewhere behind me.
“Poppy,” I groan as she drops her lips to my collarbone and then lower, kissing across my chest, circling my nipples with her tongue before tracing the lines of my abs.
Her fingers make quick work of my pants and before I know it, she’s pushing the fabric down my hips until they’re pinning my legs at my knees.
Sliding down the wall, she stops on her haunches when her mouth is in line with my cock.
“Fuck, Pops,” I grunt when her delicate fingers wrap around my length before she starts pumping slowly.
Reaching forward, I rest my forearm on the wall before me and stare down at her.
I can’t see much in the darkness, but I can make out her silhouette to know exactly when she leans forward to lick at the head of my cock.
It jerks in her tight grasp as the sensation engulfs me before she leans forward further and sucks me deep into her mouth.
“Oh fuck. Fuck,” I bark, already beginning to lose control despite the fact she’s barely touched me.
Everything is heightened in the dark plus the knowledge that she’s been planning this for who knows how long.
Her hand moves along with the burning heat of her mouth and the teasing touch of her tongue and in an embarrassingly short amount of time, my cock jerks deep in her mouth and I come down her throat.
She doesn’t stop sucking or licking until I’ve finished.
Twisting my fingers in her hair, I gently lift her to her feet, and once again slam my lips to hers.
“Fuck, you’re amazing,” I murmur into her kiss.
My hands slide up her bare thighs, pushing her short dress up over her ass.
“Poppy?” I half ask, half warn when I find her bare of panties. “Tell me you haven’t been walking around in front of all those assholes like this.”
“Now, that would be telling,” she teases before a squeal rips past her lips as I lift her, wrap her legs around my waist and pin her to the wall with my hips. My cock is already hard for her again and it teases her bare pussy. “Zayn,” she moans, her needy voice almost my undoing.
Cupping her face in my hands, I kiss her once more. Tilting her head to the side so I can slide my tongue deep into her mouth, lapping at hers, showing her just how much she means to me, how much this right now means to me.
My hands drop over her shoulders and down her arms until I cup her breast in my hands, rubbing my fingertips over her already peaked nipples.
Gripping the fabric of the strapless dress, I pull it down so the whole thing is gathered around her waist and find exactly what I was expecting.
“Fuck, you’re killing me,” I grate out, taking her bare breasts in my hand and making her head fall back against the wall when I pinch her nipples hard between my thumb and forefinger.
“Zayn, please,” she begs.
“What, Pops? Tell me what you need.”
“You, Zayn. I need you to... argh,” she cries out when I surge forward, filling her to the hilt in one smooth thrust. “Oh God, yes,” she cries, making me understand why she thought to clear out the room.
Her nails scratch down my back until she clamps on to my shoulders as I grip her hips and start to pound into her.
Our slick skin moves together seamlessly as we chase our releases, and as she gets closer her cries and pleas for more only get louder. She doesn’t drink very often, and when she does, it’s still not much, but fuck does it help loosen her up even more than she is usually.
Pulling her bottom half from the wall, I change the angle to ensure my pelvis rubs at her clit with every thrust.
“Yes, yes, yes,” she chants as I watch her full tits bounce with the force of my thrusts.
“Fuck,” I grate out, my fingers digging into her ass as I try to get deeper, try to ensure she feels this for days, hoping that I make my mark on her, making her mine forever.
“Come, Poppy,” I demand when I start to lose control of my own impending release.
Bringing one hand around to her front, I pinch her clit and send her flying over the edge.
“Zayn,” she cries out as her pussy squeezes me impossibly tight, giving me no choice but to lose myself alongside her. My cock jerks, shooting jets of cum inside her. Making her mine.
Continuing to hold her up, I drop my head to her shoulder, trying to catch my breath.
“I applied to Maddison Kings,” I blurt, not even realizing that I said the words out loud until she tenses in my hold.
“You what?” she asks, her voice quiet and unsure.