My orgasm hits hard and fast, sending bolts of lightning through my limbs. I slam my hips forward so hard that Poppy’s body moves up the bed. The intense feeling of spilling my cum inside her body has all the air leaving my lungs, leaving me panting and desperately trying to pull more air in to replace it.
Our bodies are slick with sweat and our breathing is heavy. I collapse on top of her, making sure to stop just shy of squishing her. Her heart races against mine. I kiss her shoulder and murmur against her ear, “Now that I’ve had you, I’m never giving you up.”
She doesn’t say anything, but brings one hand up to run it through my hair.
Moments later, her body stiffens.
“We didn’t use a condom,” she says, a slight panic in her voice.
I dip down and place a kiss against her lips. Her body relaxes again.
“I never go without a condom, and I’m clean.”
I don’t ask if she’s on birth control because I already know she is. Wouldn’t matter anyway. I want her pregnant as soon as possible. I want to see her full with my baby growing inside her.
Even still, she enlightens me with a smile and nods. “I am too. And don’t worry, I’m on birth control, so no fear of me getting pregnant.”
I ignore that comment and steal another kiss from her, before getting off the bed and dragging her with me. As much as I want to stay in bed with her, we’re both sweaty and need to rinse off. Besides, I want more of her, and I can’t think of any better way than to take her in the shower.
“What are you doing?” she asks timidly.
I lift her up bridal style to carry her to the bathroom.
“Doing something I’ve been dying to do.”
“And what’s that?” The soft smile she gives me nearly steals my breath.
I set her down and turn on the shower. The water heats immediately, and I adjust it to the perfect temperature. I turn and give her a devilish smile.
“Getting you in the shower to clean you, only to dirty you right back up again.”
Chapter Fifteen
Poppy
I wake to warmth at my back and a heavy weight over my waist. Hot breath blows the small hairs at the back of my neck. The combination of the three has me snuggling deeper into the delicious feeling. Something pokes me in the ass, and I wiggle my behind back further against it. A deep groan in my ear has my eyes opening wide as memories of last night pop into my head. I jerk and try to get away from the arm that’s holding me in place.
“Where are you going?” Asher grumbles sleepily.
I freeze in place when I feel his lips at the back of my neck.
Oh my God! What have I done? Thoughts of Sterling overwhelm my mind, and I close my eyes when a sharp pain enters my chest. I can’t believe I let myself get swept up in Asher. My only excuse is the change in him yesterday; he was so different. The dominant and forceful side to him had me crumbling under his gaze and skillful hands. But in the light of day, guilt eats away at me. I like Sterling. I really like Sterling. I want to know who he is and see where our situation leads.
That’s out the window now, though. All because my libido took over and I slept with Asher. There’s no way I can face Sterling now. But I have to tell him. I cringe when I think of how angry he’ll be. He’s been so sure that I would end up his. He’ll hate me after I tell him and want nothing to do with me. I’ve never cheated on someone, but I know how it feels to be cheated on.
But then I think about the text message from last night. What Sterling said had my insides quivering from the image he portrayed, but also left me angry, hurt, and confused. He almost sounded like he wanted those things to happen. But why? After everything he said about me being his, why would he welcome another man to touch me? If I’m being honest, I wanted to belong to Sterling. It’s utterly reckless, but the heart and body knows what they want. It sounded like he was tossing me away to another man.
Tears prick my eyes. I try once again to pull away from Asher, but again, he doesn’t let me.
“Let go, please,” I whisper, unable to hold back the remorse in my voice.
He lets me go. I go to move away, but the next minute I’m on my back with Asher leaning over me, one of his legs thrown over mine. I turn my face away when he looks down at me with concern. His thumb and forefinger tilt my head back so I’m forced to look at him.
“What’s wrong?” he asks, a frown drawing down his brows.
I swallow thickly and gaze up at him. A tear leaks out the corner of my eye when I see the concern on his face. His eyes flicker back and forth between mine, seeming pained.
“I can’t believe I had sex with you while I’m seeing someone else. I can’t believe I’m going to hurt Sterling like that. He doesn’t deserve it. No one deserves that.” I close my eyes because I can’t look at him anymore. I’m so confused and don’t know what to do.