Poppy's Passions

by Stephanie Beck

  Trevor came fast, his salty cum exploding deep in her mouth in a wave of curses from above. Michael pulled away from her hand as she desperately swallowed and tried to catch her breath.

  Replacing Michael, Trevor joined her on the blanket a moment later and palmed her breasts while he plundered her mouth. With the pressure on her lips and breasts, the tender licks and friction from Cody’s hard fingers brought her perilously close to climax.

  Trevor eased her upper body down until she was on her hands and knees. He settled beneath her perpendicular to continue kissing without interrupting Cody, but putting her in position to receive whatever Michael had to give. She wiggled her bottom to entice him to replace Cody’s decidedly wonderful fingers with his thicker, longer, delicious cock.

  “Michael.” She pouted, begging when he continued to delay. “Please.”

  “Patience, sweetheart.” Trevor’s harsh whisper didn’t help.

  Where Michael could settle her with a few words, Trevor never ceased to light her on fire with the same. There was a husky quality to his voice, like a hard lick to her clit that managed to be a touch rough without being abrasive.

  His voice described so much about his personality for her. Rough around the edges but gold on the inside. Gushy thoughts of Trevor fled when Michael finally slid between her waiting thighs. She was so wet, and she felt herself grab and suck him in inch by inch with greedy longing.

  Cody shifted closer to Trevor but kept his middle finger on her clit as he kissed her belly and kept rhythm, while Michael’s cock continued to work in and out. She felt herself coming hard in moments, all the way from her pelvis to her back, head to toes.

  She fell to her elbows, Trevor catching her before her face hit and easing her down gently. The practiced, intense thrusts from behind never slowed and Michael came moments later. The warmth of his cum dripping and pulsing inside her made a delicious contrast to the cooler air around them.

  He helped her to her back, the blanket a welcome buffer from the cold floor though she was nearly too far gone to notice the comfort. Cody took advantage of the new position, moving close so her hips cradled his while the other two men cuddled close to her sides. Stroking her thighs and arms, they kept her stationary so the thrusting didn’t move her off the blanket.

  She kissed them in turns as Cody brought her to orgasm once more. The lazy rhythm far from put her to sleep, but left her whimpering in pleasure and exhaustion.

  “Easy, princess, easy.” Michael pulled one of their flannel shirts around her shivering body when Cody moved aside, catching his breath. Even in good shape, sex winded him in a way she found adorable. “Trev, she’s hyperventilating again. Sit her up. Cody, is there a bag?”

  “I’m fine.” She took an exaggerated breath and snuggled to Trevor’s bare chest. “Just a little overwhelmed, but still breathing. It’s warmer in here than I’d have thought.”

  “Horses.” Cody took a long, leisurely lick of the top of her thigh and nearly got her attention focused to sex again…nearly. “You’re so damn pretty, Poppy. We don’t deserve a woman like you.”

  “I know,” she said, letting him shuffle her jeans up her legs. “I spoil you boys, but someone has to. I am tired, you three wore me out. I’ve got a dollar for whoever’s willing to carry my big butt to a shower.”

  “I happen to adore this big butt, and I’ll carry you.” Unfortunately Trevor was already buttoning his jeans. She’d rather he stay naked so she could keep looking at him. Maybe for the next fifty years.

  “Busted wing, Middle Man.” Michael lifted her in his arms while Trevor scowled. “You can even keep your dollar, beautiful.”

  Stepping close before Michael could leave the barn, Cody sweetly rubbed her stomach. “I love seeing this little belly. Jeans too tight, huh? How about a shopping trip? Maybe we could get a few things for the girls too. We won’t get anything too big but maybe a couple blankets or something would be okay.”

  “I always wanted teddy bears.” The confession immediately brought to mind her childhood bedroom. No bears, no trains. There had been plenty of tea sets and pink, because they were all her sisters’ hand-me-downs. “I mean dollies. Little girls like dollies.”

  “Baby Boy already has toy cows. He’s got a hard-on for pure bred angus, even in the stuffed variety,” Trevor announced. “So teddy bears should fit right in, cars and trains too. I like trains. Thomas and I saw the coolest set online the other night.”

  “Tomboys? Duane and I already have tea parties planned, assholes.” Poppy was amazed when Michael kept steady pace and side kicked Trevor in the butt. “We can have boys next time. Sue me if ribbons and curls don’t bother me, but I like teddy bears too. We need to start getting stuff for you and the girls. They’ll be here before we know it according to Mom. Have you ever been to the west coast, beautiful?”

  “No, we didn’t go on vacations. They’re a waste of time and money.”

  Her sisters had described the vacations they took before her birth in vivid detail while shooting her dirty looks every spring when break came around and they stayed home. Their mother had loved to travel to national parks and museums. They hadn’t gone to theme parks, but twice a year they’d gotten away as a family and had fun. Those trips stopped cold with Poppy’s birth, and they made sure she knew.

  She didn’t know why her family was suddenly popping up in her head. Talking about the babies made her think of how screwed up they really were. She wished she could bring her babies into a better world with a huge assortment of extended family to love and adore them.

  “You’re in luck, sweetheart. I’ve got more money and time than I know what to do with.” Trevor’s comment was a welcome break from the path her thoughts were taking. “And I need you to be comfortable so my babies can grow.”

  “My babies, suck-head. I can buy you pants.” With his announcement, Michael carried her out of the barn. Despite the creative insult he had for his brothers, Michael’s words never failed to remind her they were her family and they loved her. “Soft ones, with lots of room to grow.”

  “Good, because I am hungry again.” Yawning to fight back sentimental, hormone tears, she changed the subject. “Duane said I could try yogurt today.”

  “I’ll get it,” Cody promised, turning to the kitchen as Michael carried her toward her bedroom.

  “My hero. Thanks, Baby Boy.” She kept her eyes closed as Michael laid her on the bed and leisurely undressed her. “Michael, what do they call you? Trev is Middle Man, Cody’s Baby Boy, Michael is…”

  “Ah, Big Guy.” Embarrassment filled his voice, and when she opened her eyes it was matched with the pink in his cheeks. “Doesn’t fit so much now.”

  “Only because the other two are freaks.”

  “Freaks with big cocks,” Trevor added with a smirk for his brother.

  “And a broken arm.” With the parting shot made, Michael carried her to the shower. She peeked over his shoulder and giggled at Trevor flipping him off but blowing her kisses at the same time.

  Brotherly silliness aside, Poppy smiled when Michael’s naked body pressed against her.

  “Big Guy,” she mused, soaping his chest. “I like it.”

  “It doesn’t fit anymore,” he insisted, taking the washcloth from her and running it down her back so she pressed to his front.

  “Sweetie, you are plenty big where it counts.”

  “Not the biggest.” His cock was thick and long against her belly, but not as long as Trevor’s, or as thick as Cody’s.

  “Always thinking of Little Michael, who, by the way, is much larger than average, as I’m sure you know.” She traced her fingers through the soap bubbles on his chest. “And I meant your heart, ya dummy. You’re an incredibly thoughtful and sweet man. Do you have any idea how special I feel when I talk with you, knowing you listen and value my opinions? Knowing you worry about me and you actually think about whether I’ve had enough to eat or if I’m warm enough at night is amazing.”

  “Of course I
do those things.” Gently, he separated their hug to wash her stomach and thighs. “Cody said you aren’t ready to hear it but I love you, Poppy. I always want you to feel warm and special. You do the same for me.”

  “Why would you choose to do something like this, Michael?” The question had weighed on her mind for weeks, but the time never seemed right to ask.

  “Like what, beautiful?” he asked absently, continuing his sensual cleaning.

  “Like sharing a woman. Of the three brothers, it surprises me most you would want an arrangement like this. You seem like the kind of guy who’d be happy in the suburbs with a wife and kids. Do you know what I mean?”

  “I suppose.” He braced her and lifted her right foot. “I was engaged about five years ago to a woman I thought I’d be happy with. Her name was Tiffany, and we met after a drug bust she helped my unit with. She was kind, sweet, funny, but even though I thought I loved her, I couldn’t make myself bring her here. I knew—knew—she wouldn’t be with Cody and Trevor. She wasn’t the kind of woman who could. Women like you, who can love more than one man with the ferocity and heart you are capable of, are a rare breed, and Tiffany wasn’t one.”

  “We are gluttons for punishment.” She ran her fingers through his wet hair, touched by his description of her.

  “Anyway, I probably would’ve been happy with her, probably would have had a couple kids, moved to the ’burbs like you said, and we would’ve had a good enough life. I’m a big boy. I’m perfectly capable of being content when I don’t get my way.

  “Then this show came on one night about polyandry and polygamy, and yeah, I know it’s not for everyone, and I know some people abuse it by adding girls that are too young. I really do understand the hesitance some people feel about it, but when I learned how little she thought of the practice, even a loving version with consenting adults…that was it. I couldn’t live with someone who held my family in contempt. She never struck me as an unreasonable person, so she might have tried to understand.

  “It wasn’t enough, not when it comes to my family. Maybe I was looking for an escape, but I broke the engagement. I told her I wasn’t ready to get married, I was sorry. I mean, I really cared for her and I know she loved me. Breaking up was painful for both of us, even if I was relieved. I was shot a few weeks later and came home, and five years later we found you.

  “So yeah, I guess I can see what you mean about the ‘burb life,’ but I’m so damn thankful I didn’t settle for ‘all right.’ Knowing what the best is, and really knowing what it means to be happy, seconds would have paled in comparison.”

  “I’m glad.” Water rolled down their faces, hiding her tears. “I am so glad.”

  He kissed her, the moment so intense and sweet any ache from their earlier encounter in the barn was forgotten as he gently tucked her in the shower’s corner. Her height made the angle awkward but being together was too right to wait. He lifted her carefully, keeping his feet balanced, and she wiggled her shoulders to fit until her foot caught the edge of the tub and braced.

  The head of his penis found the perfect angle and incredibly slowly he lowered her into place, inch by inch until she was impaled and his lips were pressed to her forehead. She couldn’t control her whimpers when he lifted her again, methodically moving her body up and down his length, almost totally out, then back down to complete connection.

  There was no rush and she held him tight, along for the ride. With her body sensitive in pregnancy and already stimulated from the barn, she was coming before the second stroke. Michael’s lovemaking triggered small, pulsing orgasms, making new ones when she helplessly clenched his cock with every stroke.

  His hands stayed gentle despite the slickness of her skin, yet she didn’t worry about him dropping her. Michael would never let her fall. No one was as steady as her man, and even in climax he maintained control because he had to keep her safe. She loved it when he lost his head in bed and loved pushing him beyond his masterful, easygoing control. There was something equally as special when he maintained his restraint, as he had under the shower’s flow. He was a master of his domain, able to read any situation and make it the best possible.

  She felt his release between her thighs and also in the easing of the shoulder muscles beneath her fingers. He shifted her to the ground, holding her tightly until her feet found the floor. He kept a hand on her waist as he grabbed the washcloth again and hit his knees before her. Kissing her breasts, belly, and thighs, before and after washing them with the soft cloth, he made his way across her body.

  With each press of his lips exhaustion weighted until she sagged into his shoulder, her whole body completely satisfied from all the lovemaking. The water took some of the aches she was sure to feel, but the only thought in her brain was Michael.

  * * * *

  When Cody returned with a light lunch for Poppy and sandwiches for the rest, she was cuddled in bed with Michael, Trevor sitting beside them working on his laptop. It was happening like their dads said. One by one the connections were being made, and he’d be blind if he didn’t see something special was growing between her and Michael. Cody, like Trevor, wished she loved him first, but with one down it meant her heart was ready for them all.

  Soon enough it would be him cuddling with Poppy, hearing how much she loved him, and not just with her body. Keeping his words in while she grew accustomed to life with them and love was the hardest thing he’d ever done, but his day was coming. That would be the best day, Cody decided, the day she loved him like he loved her.

  Trevor tapped her butt to get her attention and when she looked up it was with a smile for both of them, no annoyance at being interrupted from her time with Michael. She cared, and if the look on her face was honest, and they’d learned she couldn’t lie worth a damn, she was happy. They weren’t perfect, they made their mistakes, but they were doing something right.

  Chapter 15

  It was late, long after midnight, but not nearly close enough to morning for Poppy. She woke with a stomach ache, no doubt from eating too much. Michael brought half a dozen pizzas of all styles and varieties and she’d enjoyed abundantly. At the time it was delicious, but she was paying for the excess with uncomfortable babies turning and kicking.

  Her boys were sleeping, Michael in her bed while the other two had found their way to their rooms. They had an informal rotation they kept if they didn’t all stay, and tonight only Michael was sleeping with her. Cody or Trevor would have woken when she left to find some Tums. Michael needed three snooze alarms and a glass of water on the head sometimes.

  She was never without someone it seemed, and she found herself liking the constant company. She sat and put her feet up on the sofa with her blanket and soda beside her. Scooting, she tried to find the sofa’s sweet spot and relaxed when she was finally comfortable, her aching stomach and her men on her mind. Surrounded by the ones who loved her and their family was a good place to be. Putting Cody off about the love thing hadn’t been easy, but the time put another layer of perspective on the relationship. Love was surrounding her.

  She didn’t recognize it because it was so normal and easy in the Paraby house, but once Michael explained his reasons for their relationship, she saw it all over. Love was present when Mary griped at her sons about stealing her bleach. It was there when the boys rolled their eyes in response and Trevor ordered a flat of the stuff off eBay.

  Affection and emotion like they had was not the same as in her family home.

  The fireplace snapped like a log dropped. It was electric so that wasn’t possible, but it brought to mind her father’s house. There was a fireplace in his formal living room. They never used it and it was probably capped off, but it was there for everyone to see. Lying in the dark watching the fire flicker, she remembered having mono and staring at the lifeless fireplace. She’d barely been thirteen, miserable and horribly sick in the house by herself.

  When her symptoms interfered with her breathing, her sister took her to the hospital. After thre
e days alone, her sisters busy with their families, she’d been sent home to recover while her father worked.

  He sent her back to school the moment the doctor said she was no longer infectious. She remembered being exhausted, ill, and pitiful, but in her father’s mind she should have been fine, so he’d treated her as such. She couldn’t pretend ensuring basic medical attention was love.

  Only hours before, Trevor carried her from the kitchen to her room because she’d yawned while getting a glass of water. He said he didn’t want her getting too tired, because then she would get sick. Her eyes burned just thinking about the absolute sweetness in his expression when he’d toted her around. Whether or not Poppy believed what Cody said about love early on hadn’t mattered as Trevor laid her in bed, because in that moment her doubts were eradicated.

  Then he’d tucked her in and asked if she wanted him to scare away the monsters.

  He was being silly, of course. Thomas told her stories of the three boys and the terrifying monsters they imagined under their beds. Every night one or more dad had been enlisted to scare them away, toss them out, and on rare occasions, shoot the bastards.

  No one had ever scared her monsters away. She’d always been read to, usually from one of her father’s textbooks or whatever novel her sisters were reading, but no one ever checked the back of her neck to make sure she was warm enough. No one ever kissed her extra to guarantee sweet dreams. But Trevor, Michael, and Cody did those things for her.

  “Fuck.”

  Poppy looked away from the fire to find Trevor holding the toe he’d stubbed. He had an ongoing battle with the couch and its tendency to jump out in front of his feet. He was losing. The house was warm and the floor was heated, so he only wore black boxer briefs. He preferred them over Michael’s boxers and Cody’s tighty-whities. Her men presented a wonderful array of differences, even in underwear preferences.