Page 137 of Indecent Lies

“Only had to get shot for Icy to marry me.”

The room erupted in cheers.

Of course the nurses warned them to be quiet, but nothing was stopping their revelry right then.

Her biker-man love of her life was alive and they were going to tie the knot.

Life had a weird way of working out.

Zara knew that more than most and look what she got out of it.

She kissed him again and then went to get their babies for him.

THIRTY-TWO

“In love with Picasso.” - Poppy

Poppy hoped Tait didn’t notice how burned the apartment smelled.

She’d tried to air out the cookies for the last hour.

He was home later than usual and she’d been ready to call him when she heard his feet on the stairs and then his key in the door.

The happiness to see him step through the door came from all corners and she abandoned the fresh tray ofnot burnedcookies she’d taken from the oven and slid across the floor in her socks to jump into his arms.

This was made so much better when he lifted his head and grinned right before she went full launch.

“Damn, Poppy,” he laughed when she started kissing over his face.

“I missed you all day,” she declared, uncaring if she sounded needy and clingy. She was both for him. “I text you earlier. I’ve been baking. I’ll warn you, they’re not all fantastic.” Her grin soon turned down her lips because the way Tait was staring at her, at her mouth, made her stomach drop and heat swarm like soldiers on a mission through her body.

She recognized that look now.

Their kiss started slow.

A mere brush of two lips together, sharing the same air.

Tait held the back of her head while she angled up for him.

This feeling inside consumed her, set her alight, made every nerve begin to hum.

It was as though she woke up with a brand new body when she entered Tait’s life with its new sensations, curves begging to be touched and tasted.

A new body that was constantly hungry for the attention of one man.

It’s a stupid feeling to be twenty-six and only just realizing what her body was capable of feeling but how was she to know the depth of desire that was inside of her if she’d never felt it before for anyone?

She wasn’t about quantity.

Her lack of numbers never bothered her, she’d always figured she’d get sex over with one day, to see what the fuss was about, expecting it would be subpar on the enjoyment scale.

Sex was never high on her to-do list, case in point, having three fiancé’s and not wanting to sleep with any of them. The sex drive all her friends talked about was just never there for Poppy, so she never focused on it.

That was in her old body, the one which didn’t come alive for anyone but her trusted vibrators.

This new incarnation of her body, the one she felt beautiful and sexy in when his eyes landed on her, this body was more than willing to enjoy sex every hour of the day.

When she was sated and sore, she was soon hungry again.