Trevor smirked. “Did anyone ever tell you that you’re the best wife ever? Because you really are.”
***
Michael hefted the suitcases from the trunk and wished he was in the pool with Poppy, but he’d had to call his professor to request an extension for coursework he’d need more time to finish. When he’d decided to go to law school he’d known the commitment, at least in theory. In practical application, the past two years had been exhausting. He didn’t see his daughters as often as he wanted and he wished for more time with Poppy. The payoff would be working from home and bringing in money from a job he could do his entire life
It would be worth it. He enjoyed learning, but until he graduated, his schedule stretched to bursting. He set the bags on the ground and slammed the trunk. Hanging out on the River Walk all afternoon, doing all the eating, flirting, and playing Poppy wanted had made the stress of the last few months fade. He wished they had more time, but his limited extension allowed for three days before he needed to get back. He headed for the hotel, which remained unchanged since they’d stayed there when courting Poppy.
Memories of those days, all the ups and downs, were never far from his mind. They’d fought like hell to get her. He loved the life they’d built; even when he forgot flowers he still fell asleep with Poppy’s sexy whispers at his ear. Michael stepped into the cool hotel and passed the indoor pool. He doubled back to watch Poppy bobbing around while Cody and Michael hung near the sides. She loved to swim, but they’d never gotten a taste for it.
Clanging noise from the attached restaurant gave Michael an idea. He grinned as he headed for the scent of baking bread. Not all memories from San Antonio were tough, and he couldn’t wait to relive one in particular.
Chapter Seven
The hotel’s towel quality had gotten better. Poppy snuggled in the thick, soft cloth and padded between Cody and Trevor toward their suite. She’d been so worried when they landed. For the moment, at least, she’d put the other things to rest. She’d texted Rose to tell her she would visit the following day and had turned her phone setting to allow only the grandparents’ calls to go through. Tomorrow might be rough, but today belonged to them.
“I remember drinking way too much scotch last time we were here,” Cody said.
Poppy snickered. “You all did. I don’t think I’ve seen any of you drink like that since.”
Cody groaned. “I still remember the headache. That doesn’t mean we can’t get a nice bottle of wine or something with dinner.”
Trevor rubbed his palms together. “I’m on it. I’ll make reservations at my buddy’s place. We’ll have good food and drinks, maybe get Poppy tipsy, and then we’ll have our wicked way with her.”
She elbowed him. “You could ask what she thinks of that idea, you know.”
He kissed her cheek, but didn’t lose stride. “What do you think, babe?”
She returned the peck. “Love it. Big time. I’ll even wear the dress you bought me and let you take it off when we get back to the suite.”
Cody fished in his pocket for the room key and slid it through the reader. “Hot damn, this trip just keeps getting better. We have to do this more often The vacation thing, not the ridiculous family drama. Next time we’ll skip that part completely.”
Poppy stepped into the room and dropped her towel. “I love that idea. Whoa, what’s going on?”
They’d tossed their bags and clothes on the bed before heading straight for the pool. Now, blankets sat in a pile near the window, the downturned bed inviting, and instead of the standard coffee pot and cups, a buffet of snacks and champagne waited on the sideboard. The door to the second room opened, Michael in jeans and bare feet emerging with a candle and a lighter.
“Damn, I thought I had a few more minutes.” He set the candle down and lit it. “You guys hungry?”
Poppy stepped over her wet towel to assess the assortment of treats. Michael poured her a glass of champagne while memories flooded back. Their late night tryst so long ago had included a snack break. She peeked under a napkin and groaned.
“Pretzels? Really?” She took one, pulled the warm, salty dough apart, and popped a piece in her mouth.
“Still your favorite?” Michael handed her a glass.
She took a sip, the fancy drink enhancing the unsophisticated, but so yummy, bite. “It’s perfect. I can’t believe you did this. Even chocolate ice cream. Cody, did you see that?”
She glanced over her shoulder. Cody and Trevor each had his arms crossed, but didn’t say anything. Their faraway expressions made her wonder if they were remembering, too. She set down her pretzel and champagne and wrapped her arms around Michael’s middle.
“This was so thoughtful. I forgot how many wonderful times we had here. I started falling in love with you guys in this hotel.”
He ran his hands through her hair, the ends still wet from swimming. “We made the best decision of our lives here. I’m sorry I don’t do stuff like this more often. You deserve better.”
“Can we not worry about that?” She squeezed him tight. “I married you because I wanted the life, the ups and downs and even plateaus. That said, this is really special and exactly what I needed. Now, any other surprises, or can I take you three to bed?”
Trevor grinned. “Oh, I’ve got a hell of a surprise for you.”
She giggled and jumped backward onto the big mattress, landing on her bottom with a bounce. The small bag of sexy supplies she’d packed sat on the nightstand. She unzipped it, happy with the little extras she’d thought to bring. Trevor stripped out of his shorts and crawled toward her. Michael and Cody hung back, each undressing but giving Trevor room. She abandoned the bag and opened her arms, but Trevor stretched out beside her and fiddled with her swimsuit straps.
“Really? You’re going to tease?” She sat up and pulled her suit down over her torso and off her bottom, tossing it across the room.
“Holy shit, I love when you’re bossy.” He licked her newly exposed nipple. “Tell me what to do.”
She threaded her fingers through his hair and drew him back to her breast. “You seem to be doing fine. Mmm.”
His tongue circled her nipple until he sucked it hard. She moaned and turned toward him, wanting more. A hand on her ankle cut her short. A quick look made her heart kick into overdrive. Cody sat at her feet, rubbing them between his palms. Michael moved to the side of the mattress, at her back. Her fingers tightened in Trevor’s hair, as anticipation swamped her.
Michael rummaged through the bag on the nightstand. She craned her head and grinned at him. “I knew you’d find it. Now get over here.”
He rolled toward her and with Trevor at her front, Cody at her feet, the bed was at capacity. She turned on her back, tugging Trevor along with her until his weight pinned her down. His knee nudged hers apart, and she welcomed him closer. His lips descended onto hers, the wild, hot kiss stealing away her thoughts of where Cody moved, as he no longer touched her toes.
Trevor broke the kiss, his breath coming in hard, long drags. He rested his forehead to hers. “I missed you.”
She ran her hand up his back. “I missed you, too.”
He placed another smacking kiss to her lips and wiggled down, dragging his tongue over her body until he shouldered her thighs wider, kissing her pussy as aggressively as he had her mouth. She gasped and reached for his hair, but Cody blocked her path, his big hands cupping her breasts. She ran her palms up his furry forearms, the amazing strength in his arms muted as he stroked and petted.
She fought to keep her breathing normal and easy, but Trevor made it especially difficult with his tongue darting deep inside her then circling her clit.
Michael ran his fingers through her hair. “You know you want to come, so do it.”
Trevor’s lips closed around her clit, and he sucked hard. The first wave of orgasm flooded her body. Michael’s mouth covered her, catching her moans and completing the moment of all of them together. She wrapped one arm around Michael�
�s shoulder and kept her other hand on Cody who continued worshipping her breasts.
The throbbing in her pussy eased, but it was only a start. As much as she loved being on the receiving end of all the attention, she couldn’t let them have all the fun. She eased up onto her elbows. Michael followed her movements, kissing her along the way. Cody moved away and Trevor shifted from his place between her legs.
She ran her hands down Michael’s chest, abdomen, and to his cock. His kiss intensified, nearly bruising her lips as she took long strokes of his hardness. Her pussy tightened with just the promise of having what was in her hand do its very good work. She shimmied to press her body to Michael, tangling their feet together and maintaining her hold. Warm hands moved up and down her back. She peeked over her shoulder without breaking the kiss to find Cody angling himself to her. Michael handed him something, and Poppy’s lust kicked higher. She wrapped her leg around Michael’s hip and lined up his cock with her pussy. When she finally freed him, he slipped inside.
She moaned into his mouth as Cody’s front pressed against her back. He rubbed his big hands up the outsides of her thighs. The warm cocoon promised more pleasure. She arched into Michael, the motion opening her more for Cody as well. His warm, slick hand slipped between her thighs and up, his fingers not entirely gentle as they circled her ass.
She nipped at Michael’s lip, the amazing intensity growing by leaps and bounds as Cody’s fingers worked. Part of her wanted to be closer to Michael, another wanted what Cody would give. Still another wondered where Trevor would jump in the mix. Cody stretched her further. She breathed deep, Michael’s mouth on hers still distracting.
Her breath caught in her throat when Cody nudged his way inside. His girth stole her sanity for a moment, too big at first. She broke her kiss with Michael and clawed her fingers into his shoulders.
“Easy,” he murmured, shifting his hips slightly and giving her a better angle. “It’s been too long since we did this. Maybe we should reassess and switch up.”
Poppy smacked her palm on his chest. “Don’t move.”
Trevor rubbed his hands together, watching the scene, waiting for his time. He’d gotten to make her come first, always his favorite. On the bed, things had ground to a halt, but he’d anticipated that. They’d gone for over a month without joining her in full group. Too damn long. He picked her foot up and squeezed her big toe.
She jerked her gaze toward him and frowned. The pinched lines around her lips immediately eased as her body relaxed. He grinned when Cody moved deeper and Michael groaned.
Trevor wanted inside her, wanted it bad, but neither Michael nor Cody would last, not with how tight their faces were. He’d been in their places and knew the pleasure, the way Poppy’s body clenched and stroked until there was nothing left to do but lose everything.
He ignored the two, keeping his eyes on the woman who made his world. Her cheeks had gone from pink to red while her cries of pleasure increased. He forgot about her foot until she kicked out of his grasp, moaning and wriggling in the throes of orgasm. Michael and Cody moved quicker, the bed shaking under Trevor’s knees. Michael cursed first and jammed his face into the pillow. Poppy continued to moan and cry out, curses mingling with her incoherent bursts.
Michael pulled away, leaving Cody to roll Poppy to her stomach, but he didn’t last either. Two more thrusts and Cody grabbed the sheets, digging his fingers in the fabric. Poppy grabbed his hands, lacing her fingers with his. Trevor crawled up beside her, done being patient. The other two may have had their fun first, but he was ready. He lay on the side Michael vacated and tapped Cody’s shoulder.
The youngest brother’s labored breathing was always a dead giveaway of finish status, but Trevor wasn’t about to let him set up camp. Cody nodded, kissed the back of Poppy’s neck, and moved aside.
“Damn,” Poppy groaned, fisting the sheets in her fingers. “Damn.”
He grinned and lifted her from her place to straddle him. “Let’s see if we can amp that back up to fuck.”
She threw her head back, her long strawberry blonde hair tangling at her shoulders. The motion also brought her breasts to attention. Though he wanted his mouth back on them, he was happy to watch them jiggle with every thrust. Her pussy, already hot and ready, hugged his dick and made every plunge that much closer to his last.
She tangled her hands in her hair, riding him and offering full view. He abandoned his hold on her hips and cupped her boobs, squeezing their softness. Her pussy clenched around him and he gritted his teeth to last a little longer. She looked down, mischief in her eyes, and swiveled her hips. He intensified his grasp on her boobs and she rocked harder, meeting his challenge.
Her added play cost her, though. Her eyes widened and though she bit her bottom lip, the tautness in her body didn’t lie. Trevor gripped her hips and pumped hard and fast. She gasped and met his thrusts, no longer disciplined in her movements.
His cock let loose before her full orgasm, and though Trevor wanted to savor the moment, he kept his pace, getting his reward when she slammed her palms to his chest, eyes wide.
“Fuck,” she murmured, the line of her jaw so tight he worried she’d hurt her teeth.
He wrapped his hand around the back of her head and pressed his lips to hers, kissing away the pleasure tension until she turned to putty in his hands. She relaxed into him, stretching her legs.
The edges of the mattress dipped and though Trevor hated to move, he shifted toward the foot of the bed and cuddled Poppy to his side. Michael moved high, Cody low, their usual spots for enjoying the afterglow with her. As much as he wanted it all for himself, seeing the smile on Poppy’s beautiful face as she rested her head to Michael’s chest, and tangled her leg with Cody’s—all while keeping close to him—Trevor had to admit, sharing was better.
Poppy curled her legs through Cody’s and kissed Michael’s chest, her fingers still threaded with Trevor’s. Sunlight filtered through the curtains as the evening stretched on, but even as her tummy growled, reminding her the few bites of pretzel hadn’t gone far, she didn’t have much desire to move.
“I think we were in the other bed last time we did that in this hotel,” Trevor said and squeezed her fingers.
“I think we tore up all the sheets last time,” Michael added. “We should be ashamed for not doing that more often.”
Pleasure and silliness bubbled up, erupting in laughter. Poppy slammed her hand to her mouth a second before embracing the happiness. “So, it’s been a while, but obviously we still know what we’re doing. Middle Man, would you be a dear and bring over some ice cream. I’m in the licking mood.”
Trevor jumped to his feet and bounded across the room, his tanned butt bouncing with each step. “I did make dinner reservations, but I’m willing to say fuck them if it means licking. I hope your mood extends to chocolate soup because this stopped being ice cream a while ago.”
The next day would come soon enough. Trevor stood by her feet with a big bowl of drippy chocolate deliciousness. Today, they had important things to do.
Chapter Eight
Poppy gripped Michael’s hand tighter as they made their way deeper into the hospital. She should have known Rose would send their father to the same place they’d all worked in at one time. It was also the place she’d been shot by an irate racer. At least they’d painted and redecorated since then.
“Remember when that a-hole shot you?” Trevor said. “Damn that pissed me off.”
She’d never forget. Nightmares still woke her in the dead of night with sweat rolling down her back. Trevor stopped her and caught her chin in his fingers.
“I’m such a dick sometimes. You were so brave , and I’m so grateful you forgave me for all the stupid shit. Most days I still can’t believe you love me.”
He pressed a hard kiss to her lips, the pressure nearly too much, but quickly gone. His personality and actions roared louder than even he realized at times, but his love matched.
“It was a long time ago.”
She stroked his cheek. “And I love you more every day. Even today. Thanks for coming along—I know how all of you are about hospitals.”
Trevor smirked. “Mike and I are fine, but we’ll keep an eye on Cody so he doesn’t pull one of his fainting tricks.”
“I’m not going to fainting,” Cody grumped. “Can we get going already? I don’t mean to rush, but the quicker we take care of this, the sooner we can get the hell out of here.”
She nodded and kept on toward the room number Rose had texted her, forcing her feet to maintain speed when she wanted to slow. Even though so much had changed since the last time she’d seen her father, so much more lingered. She didn’t require his permission or approval for how she lived her life, but some small corner of her heart wanted it.
Michael stopped them as she almost walked past the room. She looked from the door number to his face, his square jaw tight. Her husbands had never met her father, only heard about him secondhand. She’d agreed on the drive over to have all three join her and Rose, no matter what her sister wanted. Rose had asked for her help. Well, she came with three husbands. Poppy blew out a breath and knocked on the door. At the faint “come in” she looked around at her men, giving each one last smile before stepping inside.
Sunlight entered through the windows, warming the small space to uncomfortable levels, but the heat didn’t make her sweat. The small man in a gray track suit lying on the hospital bed had that covered.
Rose jumped to her feet, her hair perfectly curled, crisp white shirt tucked into charcoal slacks and impractical heels—the picture making Poppy thankful she’d put on the blue polo-collared dress with white belt Trevor suggested.
“Hi, Rose.” Poppy stepped in farther, leaving Michael’s side, but keeping a distance from the bed. “Hello, Father. You’re looking well, all things considered.”
“Why is she here?” Her father glared at her, though the question was clearly for Rose.
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