Deflected Hearts: Chapter 17

“Well, that was an interesting dinner,” Poppy muses out loud as we step into our room and I lock the door behind us. “Are they always like that?”

Shaking my head, I walk over to her as she sits down on the bed and faces me. “No. But we’re all like brothers, so they can be assholes to each other since we spend so much time together.”

“Does Logan have a problem with Hayden or something with the way he called him out like that?”

A sigh slips from my lips and I kick off my shoes before I pull my shirt over my head and toss it over toward our suitcase. “No, Logan was just in a weird mood tonight. I don’t know what his deal is, but I’m sure Isla will get him straightened out and he’ll be apologizing to Hayden tomorrow.”

Poppy rises from the bed, walking over to the suitcase as she grabs my shirt and puts it inside. I slip out of my sweatpants, leaving on my boxers as I climb under the covers and lean against the headboard, watching her from across the room.

“Did you mean what you said?” I ask her, my voice quiet with nervousness lingering in my words.

She turns to face me, pulling her shirt over her head, and drops it down into the suitcase. My throat bobs as I swallow, my eyes trailing over her plump breasts covered only by her bra, leading down to her round stomach. “What do you mean?” she asks as she slips her fingers under the waistband of her pants and shimmies out of them.

“That you only have eyes for me…”

Poppy stands across the room by our suitcase with only a bra and lace underwear on as she stares at me. My heart is in my throat, my stomach doing somersaults as her blue eyes meet mine. “You’re the only one that I see, August.”

“Come here,” I growl, my voice husky as I pull back the covers and motion for her to get into the bed. Her lips tip upward and she saunters across the room, looking sexy as hell with her swollen belly and all. Poppy lowers herself onto the edge of the bed, crawling toward me on her hands and knees. Instead of occupying the space beside me, she settles on my lap, straddling me with her toned thighs.

My hands find her hips, gripping her flesh as I hold her on top of me. Poppy plants her palms against my chest, her skin warm against me as she begins to move her fingertips across my pecs. Her eyes search mine and I’m lost in the oceanic depths of her irises as she slides her hands along the sides of my neck before slipping them through my hair.

Her face drops down to mine, her breath soft as it skates across my lips. “You’re all I’ve ever seen, August Whitley. Don’t fuck this up.”

With one hand on her hip, I wrap the other around the back of her neck, bringing her mouth down to mine as they collide against one another. My lips move against hers, hers mimicking my actions as we melt together. The heat grows between her legs and my cock is already throbbing, pressing against her with just the material of our underwear separating us.

Poppy slides her tongue along the seam of my lips, parting them as her tongue slides against mine, tangling together as they’re caught in their own intimate dance. My fingertips dig into her skin, holding her firmly against me, and she moans into my mouth as I draw her bottom lip between my teeth and bite down on it.

I swallow her moans, draining the air from her lungs as I swallow her whole. I can’t get enough of her and feeling her here in my lap has me going fucking wild. Without a single drop of alcohol in my system, my head is clearer than it’s ever been when we were in bed together in the past and I’m ready to get lost in this moment with her… to effectively lose myself in this girl forever.

Poppy breaks away, coming up for air as she leans back away from me. My hand slides down her torso, the other gripping her hip as she plants her hands back on my chest. Her eyes stare directly through me, seeing straight into my soul as she makes her home inside my heart.

I watch her, my lips parted slightly, bruised from her kiss as she reaches around her back and unclasps her bra. She slowly slides it down her arms before tossing it onto the floor beside the bed. Instinctively, I reach for her, cupping her plump breasts in my palms as she continues to stare down at me.

“What happened to taking things slow?” I murmur, kneading her flesh within my hands as I take her nipples between my fingers and lightly tug on them.

“We’ve been going slow enough,” she breathes, moaning as she grinds against me. “I’m done with that. I need you and I’m tired of tiptoeing around that.”

A soft chuckle rumbles in my chest and I pull Poppy toward me. As she plants her hands on the bed beside my head, I wrap my arms around her waist and swiftly roll her onto her back, following along with her. She inhales sharply as I press my lips along the base of her throat, slowly trailing kisses, nipping and licking her skin until I get to her breasts.

Taking one in my hand, I lift my head, my eyes finding hers. “You got me, baby. Whenever, wherever, your wish is my command. You’re embedded under my fucking skin, I’ll never be able to get you out.”

“Good,” she breathes, her lips curling upward as I lower my mouth to her, pulling her nipple between my lips. “Because I’m not going anywhere, ever.”

Her head falls backward, her eyes falling shut, and a moan slips from her lips as I swirl my tongue around her pebbled flesh. Drawing it between my teeth, I lightly nip at her skin, kneading her flesh within my fingertips before dragging my tongue across her chest to her other breast.

Poppy lets me take care of her. Her chest rises and falls with each shallow breath as I take my time tasting and teasing her. Sliding my hands down her body, I hook my fingers under the waistband of her panties as I begin to kiss my way down her torso.

Her hands slide through my thick hair and she pushes my head down between her legs as I drag her underwear down her thighs. Her pretty pink pussy is in my face and I spread her legs farther, hooking the backs of her knees over my shoulders as I press my lips to hers.

“Mmmm,” she moans, running her hands through my hair. “Don’t stop, August.”

A chuckle slips from my lips and the sound vibrates against her flesh as I drag my tongue along her center. Poppy’s hips buck, thrusting her wet pussy in my face as I begin to feast upon her. She tastes sweet and I moan against her, circling my tongue around her clit. Working my lips against her, I alternate between licking and sucking her, swirling around the tender bundle of nerves that drives her fucking crazy.

Her hands grip my hair and she holds my head in place, her hips bucking as I fuck her with my mouth. I can tell she’s close with the way her legs tighten around my head. Using my hands, I peel them away from my head, pinning them to the bed as I work my mouth and tongue against her, driving her closer and closer to the edge.

“Oh my god,” she cries out, losing herself as her orgasm tears through her body. Her grip tightens on my hair, her hips bucking involuntarily as her legs begin to shake. She fights against me, attempting to move them from my grip, but I keep them spread open as I lick her, tasting every fucking drop.

She’s breathless, her face flushed, and she looks so goddamn beautiful. A smile forms on my lips as I lift myself from between her legs and she watches me with a euphoric, hooded gaze. As I crawl back over the top of her, her hands are already reaching for my boxers, attempting to pull them down. Moving my hands over hers, I push them out of the way and peel my underwear from my body before tossing them onto the floor.

“I need to get a condom,” I tell her as the thought enters my head. It’s just a habit, almost like second nature.

She reaches out to grab me, wrapping her delicate hands around my arms as I attempt to move off the bed. “Why? You can’t get me pregnant twice.”

“Are you sure?” I ask her, my eyes bouncing back and forth between hers. I know I can’t get her pregnant since she already is, but I don’t want her to feel uncomfortable or anything.

“Well, actually,” she pauses, narrowing her eyes at me. “It depends on whether or not you’ve been with anyone else. Are you clean?”

I stare down at her, a smirk playing on my lips. “Baby, baby, baby,” I murmur, brushing a piece of hair from her face. “I haven’t been with anyone but you since you came into my life.”

Her eyes widen slightly, her lips parting as a wave of emotion passes through her eyes. “Don’t you dare lie to me, August Whitley.”

“Never, baby,” I tell her, my mouth claiming hers. Sliding my tongue along hers, I taste her before breaking apart. “Since the moment I met you, even if I didn’t want to admit it at first… it’s always been you and it always will be you.”

Poppy wraps her hands around the back of my neck, her legs wrapping around my waist as she pulls me back to her. Our mouths collide and I settle between her legs, the tip of my cock pressing against her wet pussy. She urges me forward, nipping at my bottom lip as she pulls my hips down to hers. I slowly slide inside of her, swallowing her moans as I fill her to the brim with my entire length.

This is our first time having sex since she got pregnant and the thought immediately enters my mind and I still against her, pulling away. Planting my hands on either side of her head on the bed, my eyes desperately search hers as panic floods me. “What about the baby?” I begin to panic, attempting to pull out of her, but she locks her legs around my waist. “Poppy, let me go. I don’t want to hurt the baby.”

I watch as a look of amusement passes over her expression and her eyes crinkle as laughter spills from her lips. She thinks it’s fucking hilarious and here I am, freaking the fuck out. “Babe, you’re not going to hurt the baby, I promise.”

Staring down at her, I shake my head, feeling the embarrassment creeping up my neck before it spreads across my cheeks. “How can you be sure? How do you know it’s not going to feel my dick in there or something?”

Poppy bursts out laughing, her chest rising and falling as she struggles to catch her breath and snorts. “Oh my god,” she giggles, her eyes filling with tears as she stares up at me. “August. I’ve read pregnancy books and talked to the doctor. I promise, you have nothing to worry about.”

“I don’t know if I can do this. We’re going to have to wait until after the baby is born or something.”

She giggles again, shaking her head at me as she grips the nape of my neck, pulling my face down to hers. “Don’t do that to me, please,” she pleads, giving me those puppy dog eyes of hers. “I need this between us right now, August. I need to feel you close, filling me like you do.”

I swallow hard over the emotion and panic that still wells in my throat. Nodding, I agree, pressing my lips to hers as I let her distract me with her tongue. I slowly slide my cock back inside her, careful to not fill her completely, but she urges me forward with her legs, taking my entire length as I plunge deep inside of her.

It’s difficult, shaking the panic that still lingers, but she slides her tongue across mine, her fingertips gripping the back of my neck and I feel her pussy tightening around my cock. A growl slips from my lips and she swallows the sound as she effectively distracts me, completely pushing the thought and panic from my mind.

Lifting away from her, I move her legs away from my waist and I pull out of her for a moment, the protest already on her lips. She clamps them shut, swallowing her words as I roll her onto her side and lie down on the bed beside her, sliding back inside her from behind. With her back pressed against my front, we spoon and I can feel every inch of her skin.

My hands roam across her body, her arm wrapping around the back of my neck as she twists her body and brings my mouth back down to hers. Our kiss is no longer sweet and tender, instead it’s rushed and urgent, her pussy clamping around my cock again.

A warmth spreads across the bottom of my stomach, infiltrating my system as my balls begin to constrict, drawing closer to my body. I slide my hand down to her ass, gripping her cheek in my palm as I begin to slam harder into her.

“Tell me how you want it, baby girl,” I breathe against her mouth as she turns her head away from me. Biting at the back of her neck, I drag my tongue along the small half-moon shapes that my teeth leave in her flesh.

“I want you to fuck me, August,” she moans, pressing her ass against me as she leans away from me. “I want to feel your balls slapping against me as you fuck me hard.”

“You good if I move you onto your hands and knees?” I ask her, gripping her hips as I slow down my thrusts, slowly fucking her.

She glances back at me over her shoulder, her eyes glazed over in pleasure as they meet mine. “Do whatever the fuck you want to me, baby.”

Grabbing her hips with both of my hands, I flip her over, lifting her ass in the air, as I follow along with her, my cock still inside her tight pussy. I position myself on my knees behind her and slide my hand along her spine, stopping at the base of her neck as I press her chest down toward the bed.

“Fuck me, August,” she breathes, half moaning as I pull my hips back, leaving just the tip inside her. “Fuck me like you mean it.”

That’s all it takes, her consent, her telling me what she wants, and I plunge back into her, thrusting into her with such force she cries out. For a moment, I’m worried I hurt her, but she presses her ass back against me and I take that as my cue to keep going.

Sliding both of my hands to her ass, I grip her flesh with my fingertips and pounding into her, over and over again, fucking her with no mercy. Poppy takes every thrust, the sounds of our moans and skin on skin slapping filling the room. I can’t get enough of her and I’m so close—so fucking close. I slide one hand around the front of her, playing with her clit as I push her closer to the edge.

Her pussy clamps around me, squeezing my cock in a vise grip and I feel her orgasm as it begins to tear through her. She’s a fucking mess, losing herself around me as she comes hard. Her legs shake, her pussy convulses, and I’m right there with her.

“Come for me, baby,” she moans, pressing her ass back against me again. “I wanna feel you fill me with your cum.”

That’s all it takes to send me falling over the edge with her, floating into the euphoric abyss. I lose myself inside her, filling her with my cum as I slide into her once more, her pussy taking my full length. Poppy collapses onto the bed as I slowly pull out of her, both of us breathless and still riding the waves of our high.

Poppy struggles to catch her breath as I rise from the bed and slip into the bathroom to grab a washcloth. After running it under some warm water, I bring it back into the room to her, pressing it between her legs as I clean up the mess we made together.

“Jesus Christ, that was amazing,” she breathes, her bliss-filled eyes finding mine as she lifts her head from the pillow.

“You’re amazing,” I retort, a smile playing on my lips as I clean her up and toss the washcloth over toward the bathroom. Climbing back in the bed, I settle under the covers behind her, wrapping my arm around her waist as I pull her close.

“This is all I want,” she whispers, relaxing against me as she laces her fingers with mine. “I want things to always be like this between us.”

“And they will, baby,” I promise, pressing my lips to her temple. “I’m not going anywhere.”

I hold her close, feeling the same exact way she does. I never want this moment to end, it would be so easy for things to always be like this between us, but I think we both know it won’t always be this easy. We’re adding a baby to the mix, but that won’t come between us.

What worries me is everything else in life. I need Poppy by myself and after having her in my life like this, I know I never want to let her go. There is nothing that could possibly come between us that would ever make that happen.

I just hope she feels the same way I do…

Because I’m falling hard for her, and I want her to fall with me.