Page 30 of Don’t Go Breaking My Heart (Houston Baddies #3)
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I am one second away from sinking my teeth into Poppy’s neck and making her scream my name loud enough to drown out the party.
Instead, I grind my cock against her belly, letting her feel how hard she’s made me. The water sloshes around us, her back pressed up against the cool tile, and I can’t stop staring at her lips. Wet and swollen, parted enough for me to lean in and suck that bottom one between my teeth.
But then her hands slip beneath the water, and I swear to god?—
“What do you think you’re doing?”
“Being a good girl.”
My cock jumps in her hand, and I grit my teeth, a low growl rumbling in my chest.
A good girl? No.
She’s the goddamn devil.
She’s playing with fire. She has no idea what she’s doing to me right now. Or maybe she does. Maybe that’s why she’s looking up at me through those lashes, biting her bottom lip like she knows I want to bite it for her.
I want to rip her bikini off with my teeth. Suck on her tits. Set her on the edge of the pool, spread those gorgeous legs, and slide my dick into her so every single person in this yard knows who she belongs to.
But I can’t.
The yard is full of strangers—some of them I’ve only just met—and the last thing I need is a video on the internet of myself buzzed and fucking in a pool.
She’s driving me insane.
Her hand wraps around my cock beneath the water, stroking me slow and steady, like we’re having a casual chat about the weather. Like she isn’t fisting my dick while our roommate guzzles beer ten feet away and some dude is tossing a tennis ball for the dog.
My hand flies to her hip, gripping hard, holding her in place as her hand works me beneath the water, each slow, torturous stroke making my pulse pound harder. Hotter.
“Keep it up,” I warn, my fingers circling her clit beneath the water, rubbing slow and steady, matching the rhythm of her hand on my cock. “And I’ll fuck you right here.”
She shudders, her hips rocking against my hand, her nails digging into my shoulder. “Someone would see.”
“Let them,” I boast.
Poppy rolls her eyes. “That’s the last thing you’d want.”
True.
I push a finger inside her while my thumb rubs her, finding that spot that makes her hips jerk, makes her flesh prickle.
“You going to come for me, Poppy?” I whisper, my lips dragging over her jaw, my tongue flicking against her ear. “You going to come with our roommate thirty feet away?”
Her entire body goes taut, hips rocking against my hand while she strokes my cock and I lean forward so I can run my tongue up the side of her neck… licking… sucking… no longer giving a shit.
But then?—
“CANNON-FUCKIN-BALL!”
A massive wall of water crashes over us, a tidal wave of cold, chlorinated shock slamming into my face and breaking us apart.
“Shit!” Poppy gasps, her grip on me gone as she flails, wiping the water out of her eyes.
My vision clears in time to see my dipshit roommate bobbing up to the surface, grinning like a maniac, wild blond hair plastered to his forehead.
“ Dude !” Cash shouts, swimming toward us and throwing an arm around my shoulders and nearly taking me under with his weight. “Did you see that? Fuckin’ nailed it!”
I force a grin, jaw clenched.
“Yeah, I saw.” My cock is shriveling beneath the water, every inch of me painfully aware of the fact that Poppy is now floating several feet away, her cheeks flushed, her eyes wide and wild. “Totally nailed it.”
Cash shoves a hand through his hair, sending another spray of water over both of us, like he’s a goddamn Labrador shaking off a bath.
“Man, that was epic!” he shouts, completely oblivious to the tension simmering between me and Poppy. “You shoulda seen your faces! Priceless!”
Fucking idiot.
She’s drifting away, pulling herself up onto the edge of the pool with shaky arms, her wet hair sticking to her cheeks, her chest heaving beneath the soaked fabric of her bikini. I can still see the flush on her cheeks, the way her thighs trembled when I had my fingers inside her.
And now she’s wrapping herself in a towel, glancing around like she can’t believe what almost happened. Like she’s embarrassed. Or worse—like she regrets it.
Fuck that.
“Yo!” Cash’s voice cuts through my thoughts like a chainsaw. “Pool volleyball! Everyone grab a side! Skin versus skins!”
A bunch of the guys whoop and holler, diving into the water, sending up more splashes that sting my eyes. Paul is already heading toward the net, grabbing one end and pulling it across the pool, stringing it up like he thinks he’s the MVP of a backyard beer league.
Me? All I can think about is how to get Poppy alone.
I push a hand through my wet hair, forcing a grin that feels as fake as Cash’s designer sunglasses. “Yeah, man,” I say, slapping Cash on the back. “Sounds awesome.”
Cash grins, winking. “Hell yeah! You and Paul are team captains. Pick your teams!”
I bite back a curse, glancing toward Poppy, who’s perched on the edge of the pool, her towel clutched tight around her like a shield. Her eyes dart toward me, then quickly away, and her teeth sink into her bottom lip, gnawing it like she’s trying to ground herself.
Cash nudges me, his grin widening. “C’mon, man. Pick your poison.”
My jaw clenches, my fists tightening at my sides. The last thing I want to do is play pool volleyball right now. The only thing I want to do is drag Poppy inside, press her up against the first flat surface I can find, and finish what we started.
But everyone’s watching.
I take a slow, deep breath, my eyes still locked on Poppy. “Fine,” I say, forcing a smirk that probably looks more like a snarl. “I choose Poppy.”
Obviously.
Cash’s brows shoot up, and Paul’s jaw tightens, but Poppy’s eyes snap up to meet mine, her cheeks darkening.
“You playin’?” I ask, keeping my tone casual, like I didn’t have my fingers inside her three minutes ago. “Or are you too tired?”
“Actually, no. I think…” She levels me with a stare. “I’m going to take a hot shower.”
And just like that, my dick is hard again…