Total pages in book: 37
Estimated words: 35220 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 176(@200wpm)___ 141(@250wpm)___ 117(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 35220 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 176(@200wpm)___ 141(@250wpm)___ 117(@300wpm)
I start to twirl away from him, but he grabs my hand to stop me. “Tomorrow,” he promises. “Unless you change your mind.”
I pat his chest. “I’m not changing my mind.”
He grabs my hand that is on his chest and threads our fingers together. He walks me to my apartment door, and I have to restrain myself from begging him to come inside.
He kisses me until I’m breathless and then practically pushes me inside. “Tomorrow,” he promises before pulling my door shut.
I turn and lean my back against the door and feel as if I’m going to melt into a puddle on the floor. There’s no way I’ll be changing my mind about this. I’ll be counting down the hours until our next date.
CHAPTER 10
COLTER
The ride home is a long one.
My cock is rigid, and keeping it zipped up in my jeans is a torture that I wasn’t ready for. I’ve never reacted this way to a woman before, and I’m not sure what to do about it.
I would have given anything to take her inside her apartment and have my way with her, but I needed her to know and fully understand that this is not some kind of one-night stand. For the first time in a long time, I’m thinking about the future, and I know I want Poppy to be a part of it.
I park my truck in the lot and then take the path to the residential housing. I pass the huge pond, and when I finally get to my cabin, I slam the door behind me and start stripping off my boots and then my clothes. I almost fall getting out of my pants, and I leave a trail of clothes from the front door to the bathroom.
I turn the shower to cold and walk in, letting the spray hit me right in the face.
I let the water slide over my body, and only when my cock begins to soften do I think about getting out.
Trembling now, I get out and dry off before picking my pants up off the floor, digging out my phone, and then sitting on the bed.
Don’t do it, I tell myself.
But of course, I don’t listen. I open the picture app and look at the picture I took of Poppy tonight. She’s sitting across from me, smiling in that sweet way she has, and instantly, I’m hard again.
I groan as I lie back on the bed and bring the phone up. Her hair is in curls around her head. Her blue eyes are big and expressive. I wonder if she knows I can almost always guess what she’s thinking just by looking into her eyes?
Her lips are smiling, and the pink stain on her lips from earlier is fading, but they still look full and kissable.
I can just imagine what they will feel like wrapped around my dick.
With a groan, I know what I have to do. I need a release, and I need it now.
I wrap my palm around my girth and stroke from root to tip. Cum leaks from my tip, and I coat my hand with it before stroking up and down.
I close my eyes, and images from our date tonight play out in my head as I grip myself tighter.
Poppy in her food truck looking out the window for me.
How she tilts her head when she’s looking up at me.
The way she licks her lips when she’s staring at me.
How she shifts her hips when she’s straddling my lap.
The feel of her pressed against me…
I can’t stop.
I’m so close.
I open my eyes and look at my phone screen. Poppy is smiling back at me, all innocent and happy, and I grunt as I pump my release into my hand.
“Poppy,” I groan, needing her name on my lips as much as I need to be inside her.
I lay my head back on the bed, my hand still around my dick. I need to clean up, but I don’t want to.
I want to lie right here and think about Poppy and everything I want to do to her.
My phone rings, and the image of Poppy is gone. In its place is the caller ID for Walker. Fuck!
I reach for a tissue on the nightstand and do my best to clean up as I answer the phone. “Walker.”
He doesn’t waste time with niceties. “I need you.”
For just a second, I feel a plague of darkness. In previous days, when Walker would say that to me, I would have to be prepared to go on a mission. I wouldn’t know the details or how long I’d be gone. Hell, I barely knew where I was going until I was there. But these days, it’s different. By the time Walker calls me in, the team is already on a mission, and I’m needed to do something online. And I usually have to do it fast.