Devon looked at me like I was the alien who’d just burst out of Sigourney Weaver’s chest. Then he laughed. A loud, belly jiggling kind of laugh, and I found myself lifted and hauled over his shoulder, his hand connecting with my butt while he carried me out of the kitchen.
“Devon!” I squealed, but he ignored me and continued to walk.
“About damn time,” I heard Grace yell and I blushed. “I’ll take care of Sparky. We won’t wait up.”
“That’s Devon?” Lemon complained.
“How the hell does Sparky know Poppy?” some random guy asked.
I didn’t hear any more of the conversation because Devon was hauling me up stairs and around corners, then set me down in front of a door at the end of a hallway. Pulling a key from his pocket, he unlocked the door, pushed it open, then guided me inside.
Devon
Holy fuckin’ shit, she was in my room and we were completely alone. Finally. Poppy stared up at me with total and complete trust. Don’t get me wrong, her cheeks were pink and she was obviously nervous, but she knew what she wanted, and what she wanted was me.
I slid my hand to her neck and stroked her pulse. “I love you.”
She smiled. “I know.”
“Loved you for a long fuckin’ time.”
“I know that too.”
“So, if we’re gonna do this, there’s no turning back.”
“Unless it’s bad,” she countered.
“Unless what’s bad?”
“Sex,” she said, and licked her lips. “If you suck in bed, I’m out.”
I raised an eyebrow. “In what universe would you think I was gonna suck in bed?”
She shrugged. “Just putting it out there.”
I couldn’t stop a laugh. “Fuck, you’re funny, baby.”
She grinned, gripping my cut and leaning into me. “Can we stop talking now?”
“Givin’ you an out, Poppy. But it’s your last one.”
“I don’t want an out, Dev. I want you.”
Tugging her close, I wrapped an arm around her back and kissed her gently. I couldn’t get enough of her mouth, but when she slid her hands under my T-shirt, I knew I needed to slow down or I was gonna fuckin’ come like a teenager.
I broke the kiss and cupped her face. “So fuckin’ beautiful, Poppy.”
She smiled, her eyes smoky with desire. “So are you.”
She pushed my cut off and dropped it on the chair by the bed, so I removed my T-shirt and grinned at her expression. “You look like you want to eat me.”
“I do.” Poppy’s head bobbed up and down. “But I want to lick you first.”
“Come on, then.”
She closed the distance between us and I caught her under the chin before she could reach me. “Shirt off, baby.”
Poppy grinned and whipped her shirt off so fast, I chuckled. “I like this side of you.”
As she ran her arms up my sides, her tongue darted out and rolled over my nipple and I dropped my head back relishing the feeling. God damn, the girl was perfect.
Reaching behind her, I unclasped her bra, sliding it down her arms and letting it fall on the floor. I wove my hands into her hair and lifted her head so I could see her eyes. “If you feel uncomfortable about anything happening here, you let me know, okay?”
She swallowed and gave me a quick nod. “I trust you, Devon.”
“I know you do, but still, we can stop if you want to.”
Poppy cocked her head. “Do you talk this much normally during sex, or am I just lucky?”
“You think I talk too much, Poppy?” I picked her up and she squeaked as I dropped her onto the bed and hovered over her. Fuck me, her tits were amazing and I couldn’t stop myself from drawing a nipple into my mouth and sucking a little harder than she might be ready for.
When I softened, she grabbed my head and pressed me toward her nipple again. “Don’t stop.”
I bit down gently, then went about unbuttoning her jeans as I continued to lavish attention on one tit, then the other.
“Wait,” she rasped, tugging my face up.
“Did I hurt you?”
“God, no. It’s just. I’m...” she dropped her head back with a groan.
“Hey, tell me, baby.”
She met my eyes, her cheeks flush. “If you keep doing that, I’m going to come and I really want the first orgasm I have with you to be when you’re inside of me.”
“You know your body enough to know you’re gonna come?” I asked, surprised.
“Well, yeah. I might be a virgin, but I do own a vibrator... or twelve.”
I laughed. I was so taken aback by that... not sure why, but the fact ‘vibrator’ came out of her mouth kind of shocked me. “You own a vibrator.”
She frowned. “You do know what my mother did before she married Hatch, right?”
“No, what?”
“She owned the largest sex-toy company in the world.”
“Shut the fuck up. Seriously?”
“Seriously. We still have two storage units full of product that she decided to keep.”
“Exactly how old were you when she decided to share this nugget of information with you?” I asked.
“Nineteen. And I actually found out on accident, because I opened a letter addressed to her from her old company. It was in a stack of my mail. She still gets a cut of the profits.”
“Holy shit, how’d that go over?”
“She was great about it. She sat me down and we revisited the sex talk, only this time she gave me a vibrator and the instructions on how to use it.”
“Your mother taught you how to use a vibrator?”
Poppy giggled. “No. The instructions came with it... not that it’s rocket science or anything.”
I sat up trying to process the information.
Poppy sat up as well and kissed my shoulder. “Have I just shocked you, Devon Wallace, badass biker man?”
“Yeah, kinda. Not in a bad way, just can’t believe you’re that open with your mom. My mom’s a total uptight bitch. Pretty sure she’d never talk to my sister about sex, let alone give her a vibrator.”
“I didn’t even know you had a sister.”
“I’ve never met her. Just know she exists.” I kissed her gently. “But I don’t give a shit about any of that. Just wanna keep doing what we’re doing.”
She slid off the bed and stood between my legs, leaning down to kiss me. “Just lay off the nipples a bit... well, until after my first orgasm with you.”
I chuckled. “I can do that, baby.”
* * *
Poppy
I kissed him again and then took in the beauty that was Devon Wallace. He had a Dogs of Fire tattoo on his left pec, but otherwise, he was bare and he was all lean muscle.
He deepened the kiss as he unzipped my jeans and tugged them off my hips, panties and all, pushing them down my legs. I stepped out of them and slid my hands into his hair as he leaned forward to kiss my belly.
His hand slid between my legs and I pressed against his palm cupping my mound. “Open, baby.”
I shifted so he could slide his hand further between my legs and then he slipped a finger inside of me and I whimpered.
He pulled back. “Does that hurt?”
I shook my head, gripping his arm. “More.”
Devon grinned and slid off the bed.
“Where are you going?” I demanded.
“Nowhere, baby,” he promised, removing the rest of his clothing, then pushing me gently onto the mattress.
Gripping my ankles, he tugged me down the bed and settled his face between my legs and kissed the top of each thigh. “Gorgeous.”
“Oh my god,” I breathed out. “Yes.” His mouth covered my core and I slipped my fingers into his hair as he gently sucked on my clit. I was right. He was really good at this and I couldn’t stop myself from bucking against his mouth. This made him grip my thighs harder and keep me in place, but it did not make him remove his mouth.
I let ou
t a quiet moan as his tongue slipped inside of me and I arched as his mouth moved back to my clit, but when he slipped a finger inside of me, I screamed his name as I came apart.
I glanced down my body to watch as he continued to kiss me intimately and then he raised up and leaned over me. “God damn, you taste like honey, baby.”
“You can go back to my nipples, honey,” I offered.
Devon chuckled and moved his way back up, ending at my neck and cupping my breast as he kissed me just under my jaw. “Yeah? But I’m not inside you yet.”
“Well, you better get on that.”
He grinned, reaching for his nightstand, and sitting up to put on a condom. I swallowed. “Oh, God.”
“You okay?”
“Yep,” I squeaked.
“What baby?” I covered my face with my hands, but he pulled them down. “What the hell is wrong?”
“Nothing.”
“Not playin’ that game with you Poppy. Tell me.”
I took a deep breath and leaned up on my arms. “You’re big.”
“I’m big.”
I nodded. “Way bigger than my vibrator.”
Devon laughed and crawled over me, kissing between my breasts. “God damn, you’re funny.”
“Well, I don’t mean to be funny, Devon.” I wrinkled my nose. “I trust you, but I’m a little concerned you’re going to break my vagina.”
“I won’t break your vagina. I promise.” He grinned, kissing my nose. “I’m gonna make this easier.” He rolled us onto our sides again and cupped my bottom, guiding my thigh over his hip. It brought me closer to his body and his cock rubbed against my clit as he slid his hand between us and slipped a finger inside. “Soaked, baby.”
I nodded. “So good.”
He kissed me, sliding his tongue into my mouth and then he positioned me so I was straddling him, but we were on our sides.
“We’re gonna go slow, Poppy. Let you get used to me. You can pull back if it hurts, okay? It’s why we’re like this. You have more power.”
I licked my lips. “Okay.”
He tilted his hips forward, his cock slipping partially inside of me. “Okay?”
“Yes,” I breathed out. “More.”
Rolling my nipple between his fingers, I arched, naturally drawing him further into my body. It felt incredible. “Ohmigod.” His head dipped to cover that same nipple with his mouth and he bit down gently as he thrust deeper. “Yes!” I cried.
I shifted and he slid a little deeper, then a little more. All the while, he worked my nipples, my clit, my mouth. He waited until I was distracted and totally ready, before he gave one swift push and I felt the sting of my virginity leaving my body. He caught my cry with his mouth and stilled, but held me close. I blinked back my tears but the pain wasn’t nearly as bad as I had expected.
Devon kissed me gently. “Are you okay?”
I smiled, shifting so I could stroke his cheek. “I’m sore, but I don’t want to stop yet, okay?”
“Okay.” Devon kissed me and then drew my nipple into his mouth, then the other. Sliding his hand between us, he fingered my clit and I couldn’t help but rock my hips against him, which pulled him further inside of me.
“Yes,” I whispered. “Harder, baby.”
He thrust into me and I raised my legs, wrapping my ankles around his hips. He continued to surge into me, until my climax overtook me. I screamed his name as I came undone, then he gave one final thrust and a grunted, “Mine,” and rolled us onto our sides again.
I let out a quiet giggle as I caught my breath. “Yes, yours.”
“You’re amazing.”
“No, you are.”
“Yeah?” he asked, kissing my neck.
“Yep. I think my vagina’s still intact. Well done, honey.”
With a chuckle, he slid out of me gently and headed into the bathroom to flush the condom, returning with a warm washcloth, pressing it gently against me. “Feel good?”
“Yes,” I said, closing my eyes. “How long until we do that without condoms?”
“You on the pill?”
“Yes.”
He looked surprised. “Really?”
I nodded. “It helps with cramps.”
“I’ll get tested this week.”
I didn’t like that. “Are you concerned?”
“No, baby, I know I’m clean, but I don’t want there to ever be a question in your mind.”
“How do you know you’re clean?”
“Because I’m always wrapped... and it’s been a while.”
I stared at the comforter. “How long’s ‘a while’?”
Devon stretched out beside me lifted my chin. “Over a year.”
I gasped. “Seriously?”
“Yeah, baby. I love you. No point fuckin’ some other woman when I’m comparin’ them to you.”
I blinked back tears. “Are you being serious right now?”
He frowned. “Are you upset?”
“Not in a bad way,” I rushed to say. “I just can’t believe you didn’t take care of your... um... base needs.”
He chuckled. “I never said I didn’t take care of my base needs... just didn’t invite anyone else in to help.”
I waved my hands in front of my eyes to try and dry my tears.
Devon leaned over and kissed me gently. “I love you, Poppy. I might not have always been the best at showing you that, but I do.”
I cupped his face. “I can’t believe you ran away.”
He frowned. “I didn’t run away.”
“You totally ran away. And now I’m going home and you’ll be here.” I rolled my eyes. “Why would you do that?”
“I won’t be here for long, Poppy. I’ll be home for Christmas.”
“That’s almost eight months away, Dev.” I pulled him closer, kissing him again. “God! I just got you... I can’t believe I won’t see you for eight months.”
“You’ll see me.”
“When, exactly?” I challenged. “I have a thesis to finish. I won’t have time to drive down here until it’s done.”
“I’ll come to you.”
I rolled on my back and groaned. “You’re needed here.”
“What’s your thesis on?” he asked in an obvious attempt to change the subject.
I craned my neck to meet his eyes. “A study of the behavior traits of alpha males in a pack environment, with an emphasis on mirrored behavior and speech patterns.”
“What made you interested in that field?”
“Primarily because I have access to the perfect study group any time I want it.”
He settled his head in his palm and raised an eyebrow. “I assume you’re talking about the Club.”
“Let’s just say, that my name for you in the study group is ‘The Flaming Rats.’”
“You see us as rats?”
“Absolutely. My lab rats.”
“So, if you have a code name for the Club, do you have ones for each of the members?”
“I do,” I said.
“Are you going to share?”
“Absolutely not. You’ll have to read the paper.”
“If the subject is about me and my club, I should know what our names are.”
I mirrored his position on the bed and said, “Let’s just say, they’re based on a famous group of fictional characters.”
“The Beatles?”
“No, there are more than four of you, honey... and the Beatles suck.”
“We’ll get back to that later... because they don’t suck,” he ground out. “Did you base us on the ’73 Steelers.”
“Do I look like I know anything about the NBA?”
“NFL.”
“See, that’s exactly what I’m talking about.”
He chuckled. “Well, it sure as shit better be some badass group of guys, like those dudes in 300.”
“Well, not quite,” I hedged.
“What?”
“No.” This answer earned me his hands on my waist, tickling me unt
il I thought I’d pee. “Dev, stop. Seriously.”
“Tell me,” he ordered.
“Um... the Seven Dwarfs.”
“Are you shittin’ me?”
“No way, baby.” I grinned. “You’re my favorite turd, I would never shit you.”
“No more hangin’ around Gator.”
I giggled. “I love Gator.”
“What’s your nickname for him?”
“Sleepy.”
“What about Hatch?”
“Happy.”
Devon raised an eyebrow. “You’ve obviously never pissed him off.”
“Or he just loves me more than you.”
“Possibly,” he agreed. “What about Doc?”
“He’s Doc.”
“Kinda fuckin’ on the nose, isn’t it?” he retorted. “I suppose you fancy yourself Snow White?”
“Actually, I was always partial to Cinderella.”
“Okay, I swear to Christ, if I’m Dopey, wild horses will have to drag me off you. The tickling you’ve thus received will seem like child’s play.”
I patted his cheek. “Don’t worry, honey, I would never call you Dopey.”
“Well, then what’s my name?”
I ran my hand down his chest. “I don’t really think that’s necessary right now. I have other fun things we can do... much better than talking about test subjects.”
Devon grabbed my waist again and I squeaked.
“Say my name,” he growled.
“Never!”
“Say my name.”
I laughed so hard, until I couldn’t take it anymore, and squealed out, “Fluffy!”
He reared back “What the fuck? There’s no dwarf named Fluffy.”
I shrugged. “I ran out of dwarves!”
“Bullshit, I would have been one of the first in your study!”
Thinking back to the scenario that earned him his nickname, I started giggling uncontrollably again.
“Poppy,” he warned.
“Okay, okay. Give me a second.” I took a few deep breaths and dropped my face in his chest. “I can’t look at you while I tell the story.”
He shifted so I was on top of him. “Spill.”
“Think back to Trunk and Cutter’s patch-in party... you had just gotten back from that long ride with Hatch and walked in about an hour before they were patched, remember?”
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