Fallout

by Lila Rose

  “Sure.” He winked.

  “Shut the fuck up,” I clipped.

  Everyone laughed.

  Dipping my head, I whispered into Poppy’s ear, over her laughter, “Wanna get outta here?”

  She pulled back, ran her hand up my chest and bit her bottom lip. But it was her nod that had my cock hardening.

  Of course the brothers couldn’t leave it at that. As we got out of the booth and started for the door, a lot of them were clapping, and encouraging, “Go claim your woman, Fang.”

  Fuck me.

  “Stupid dicks,” I muttered when we hit outside.

  Poppy curled both hands around my arm. “They’re just having some fun.”

  “At our expense.”

  “Doesn’t bother me. As long as I know you won’t back out.”

  I stopped. Poppy’s body jolted back since she’d still been moving. “You think I’d back out?”

  “Well, I hope not, but you might think it’s too soon.” She shifted to stand in front of me. “I promise you, Jerimiah, I’m okay. Over everything. Yes, it’s hard to know she’s gone. So hard some days I can’t breathe, but then all I have to do is think of you, and the oxygen rushes in, because I know that what we have is something special. It’s a future I want. A future I look forward to.”

  “A future I’d dreamed of for so bloody long,” I admit. “I’m just sorry we both got lost along the way.”

  “So am I. Although, now I’m very not sorry because I’m right where I want to be.”

  “Where?”

  “In your life, in your arms, and soon to be in your bed.”

  “Fuck,” I bit out. “Let’s get out of here.”

  “Yes, please.”

  Poppy

  Thank God the pub wasn’t far from the compound. My body was heating, my clit tingling, my nipples hard, and each hot glance Jerimiah directed my way made me worse.

  “I’m sorry I don’t have the…. It’s a room at the compound.” His jaw clenched. The discomfort he showed about the place was sweet. It made the night so much more because it showed he cared. He wanted things perfect, special. Didn’t he understand they already were because I had him next to me?

  And soon in me. Yay.

  Jesus, I had to rub my legs together. Shaking my head, I said, “It doesn’t matter where, as long as you’re there, and you want this.”

  “Are you crazy, woman?” He snorted, then muttered to himself as he opened his door, “If I want his.” Another snort. He was at my side of the car before I had my door opened, and then he was pointing down at his erection behind his jeans. In an annoyed, and slightly pissed off tone, he clipped, “I’ve been walking around hard most of the time since I saw you in that towel. Of fuckin’ course I want this. You’re mine. For-fuckin’-ever.”

  Grinning up at him like a mad woman, I replied, “Then take me to bed, Hulk.”

  His control slipped, his eyes darkening, making me gasp and my clit tingle again. Reaching in, Jerimiah undid my seat belt, picked me up, and next I was over his shoulder while he strode to the entrance of the compound.

  Laughing, I swatted his sexy butt, causing him to grunt. A door opened, and as he walked us past the door, I watched it close.

  “Hoo-boy, someone’s finally gettin’ herself some,” Low bellowed.

  “Little bird,” Dodge bit out.

  She ignored him. “Go get him, girl.”

  “I think it’s the other way around, Low. He’s gonna go get himself some.”

  I pushed up from Jerimiah’s back, as he disregarded everything going on around us and kept walking, to see a hot guy in jeans and a… pink tee. “Though, I wouldn’t mind givin’ him some,” he added, which caused the guy next to him to snap, “Julian.”

  “What? Not that I would. You’re man enough for me, poppet.” Before the next door closed, I caught Julian’s gaze. He gave me the thumbs-up. Laughter once again bubbled up and out of me.

  It’d been a while since I felt so much happiness inside of me.

  It felt strange and confusing. It had me wondering if I should feel guilty for having these emotions since I’d lost my mum.

  Then again, she’d wanted Dad and me to go on and live our lives to the fullest… and I was going to.

  Chapter Twenty-One

  Poppy

  Inside Jerimiah’s bedroom, he placed me on my feet and then closed the door. Glancing around, I noticed how tidy things were. The bed was made. There were no clothes scattering the floor; instead, I saw a basket in the corner with his dirty pile in it. Even his desk in the other corner of the room was tidy.

  “You’re a clean freak,” I said, standing in the middle of the room. I turned back to my man, who stood near the door leaning against it. I smiled. “At least when we move in together, I won’t have to do all the cleaning.”

  His eyes darkened even more. “We’re moving in together?”

  My mouth dropped open. I closed it and then opened it to say, “Well, eventually. But not for a while. I have to stay with Dad, and you can… ah, you know, continue staying there with us… for a while.”

  He smirked. “You’re never getting rid of me now, darlin’. Especially after tonight. Once I have all of you in every way,”—my clit pulsed— “there’ll be no escaping me.”

  “I wouldn’t want to.”

  “Good.” He straightened, and poof, there went his tee to the floor. “Saw some pills in the bathroom at your place one morning.”

  I nodded, my gaze running over Jerimiah’s body. I’d seen it a million times, but still, it would never be enough. Each time was like a treasure. “Birth control.”

  He grunted, and I watched his hands undo the top button of his jeans… then I waited, but he didn’t do anything else. Strip damn it, I wanted to yell. Moving my gaze up slowly, I met his. He cleared his throat. “Are you a virgin?”

  My stomach clenched. Would he feel differently for me when I told him I wasn’t? There’d been one night when I was living with my aunt and had gone out with some friends where I drank too much and just wanted to forget.

  “I understand,” he muttered, then bit his bottom lip before running a hand over his face, clenching both hands down at his sides. He knew, without even me saying it. We knew each other too well sometimes. “I hate it, but I get it. And I’m no saint.”

  I snorted. No, he definitely wasn’t. “The past is the past. We look to the future.”

  “Our future,” he stated roughly.

  “Yes,” I whispered.

  “Come here,” he ordered gruffly. Any other time I would have snapped something back about ordering me around, but I wanted to be beside him. In his arms.

  I stopped just in front of him. His eyes travelled over my body, from the top of my head right down to my toes. Tipping my head back, I caught his gaze as his hands landed on my hips.

  “So short.” He smirked. I glared. “Perfect size for me.”

  “Hell yes I am.”

  “Wanted you for such a goddamn long time.”

  “Now you have me.”

  “I do.” His fingers tickled under my tee. “Been waiting to see you naked for a long time too.” He smiled. “Used to peek, back in the day, whenever you got changed for bed.”

  I laughed. “Did you now?”

  “Shit yes.” He leaned down. His mouth touched mine, but only for a moment. “One time, when it was early in the morning, I woke to you lying next to me, but your tee had ridden up.”

  God, his voice was so low and enticing. I licked my lips, and since we were so close, my tongue touched his lips. He groaned. I asked, “W-what did you do?”

  “I wanted to lick them, suck on them, and play with them. But I didn’t.” His hands slid up further, cupping both breasts. I gasped, and my clit pulsed. “I did do something though.”

  “What?�
�� I whispered.

  He didn’t answer right away. Instead, he released his hold and pulled my tee over my head, dropping it to the floor.

  “Fuck,” he clipped, eyeing my black-laced chest. Reaching around, I unclasped my bra and pulled it from my body, throwing it to the floor. “So goddamn beautiful.” His hands once again came up and cupped each breast.

  “What did you do, my Miah?”

  He chuckled low. Holy hell, was that a blush coating his cheeks? Yes, yes it was. Bending, he kissed each mound before lifting to capture my lips. Against them, after a burning, deep kiss, he mumbled, “I jerked off, looking at them.”

  Oh God.

  I wished I’d had known. I would have loved to have seen it.

  “Never come so hard before. Just the sight of your tits had me crazy.”

  “You should have woken me.”

  “What would you have done?”

  His head rocked back when I palmed his hardness behind his jeans and ran my hand up and down it. “I would have helped.”

  “Shit,” he bit out. “Fuck,” he snarled. His head descended and he pressed his lips to mine, and kissed me hard, wet, and long. His hands ran over my upper body, like mine were doing to him.

  Always. I’d always wanted to touch him this way. His back, his sides, his powerful arms and… hell yes, his hard, muscled stomach. Over the ridges, into the valleys of his six-pack. Playfully, I pinched each nipple. He chuckled against my mouth, only to return the favour. I whimpered against his lips. His hands tightened on me. One then glided down to grab my butt, the other moving to the front of my jeans.

  His lips left mine, and I panted while he kissed down my neck, to my shoulder, chest, and then he sucked a nipple into his mouth. “Miah,” I moaned.

  Somehow without my knowing, my jeans were undone, and his fingers teased the top of my skin. “Please,” I begged. I needed him to touch me.

  “You want me to play with you, darlin’?” he asked against my neck.

  “Yes.”

  When his hand dipped in, I closed my eyes and bit my bottom lip. “Spread,” he ordered. I did. Even though my legs were weak, I parted them more and was rewarded with his fingers sliding through my wetness and straight inside of me. “Fuck.”

  “Yes,” I cried, thrusting my hips forward and down to take his fingers deeper.

  His free hand gripped my hair and tugged my head back. He straightened, and our heated eyes caught. “Fuck yourself on my fingers, Poppy.”

  Panting, I nodded. Riding up and down on his fingers, I groaned in pleasure when the edge of his palm rubbed my clit.

  “M-Miah,” I stuttered, lost, close already.

  “Yeah, baby. Fuck yourself and come for me,” he demanded roughly against my neck, where his teeth sank in next.

  I cried out from the pleasure and pain. Still riding his fingers, I gripped his shoulders hard to hold myself up, only to nearly stumble back when he released my hair and slid his hand out of my pants. “Jeans off, darlin’. Lie on the bed and spread wide for your man. Want to watch your pussy come over my fingers.”

  Please. Yes, please. Nodding, I stepped back again and hooked my thumbs into my jeans at my hips, ready to whip them off. Then I paused.

  I paused.

  And I did it because I was too busy eating Jerimiah up with my eyes as he undid his jeans, slipped his hand in and pulled his impressive cock free, before he ran his hand up and down.

  “Poppy.”

  “Hmm?”

  He chuckled.

  “Jesus, darlin’, try to drag your eyes from my cock and get your sweet arse on that bed.” Another laugh. “Didn’t realise my cock would put you in a trance, baby.”

  I snapped, “You put it away.”

  He snorted. “Yeah, because your man wants his fingers inside you, and the way you’re looking at my dick, you’ll see him coming too soon. I ain’t wasting it over my hand when it can be in you.”

  “O-okay.” I couldn’t argue with that. Kicking off my shoes, I slipped my jeans down my legs, along with my panties, and flung them to the side with my foot.

  “Stunning,” Jerimiah growled, and even before I managed to lie on the bed, I was swooped up into his arms. His mouth claimed mine. Our tongues tasted and played as he walked us to the bed. He bent, flattening my back to the mattress.

  Jerimiah kissed his way down over my neck, chest, and stomach, where I bit back a laugh because it tickled. Down lower, he kissed my mound and with his hand on my inner thighs, he parted my legs. “Sexy as fuck,” he clipped. Dipping in, he touched his mouth to my clit, slid his tongue down and slipped it inside of me. I moaned, arching my back, tangling my hands in the bed covers.

  “Miah,” I whispered. He pulled back, his hot, smouldering eyes meeting mine. Then he inserted two fingers.

  “You gonna come on my fingers, baby?” he asked with a roughness in his sultry voice.

  I nodded, my hands tightening even more. He glided in and out of me, watching what he was doing to me. “So wet, so tight. All mine to enjoy.”

  “Yes, handsome,” I murmured. “God,” I cried as my belly dipped, and tightened.

  “Eyes on me, Poppy,” he ordered. I looked down. He glanced up to make sure I was watching before his full attention went back to his hand driving in and out of me. Driving me crazy. “Ground down,” he clipped, his fingers deep once again.

  I did.

  I ground down and lost myself.

  My walls clenched around his fingers. His eyes darkened more, eyeing my pussy coming over his fingers. “Beautiful.” He slipped his fingers free, pulling them up to suck them clean. “Fuck, Poppy, you taste better than I thought you would, and I’ve thought about it a lot.”

  Smiling sedately up at him, I slowly sat. “Now is it my turn to taste you.” When I reached for his jeans, his erection evident behind them, he grabbed my wrists.

  “Another time, darlin’. I’m leakin’ already for you. Need inside your sweet pussy.”

  “Just one lick?”

  He chuckled. “Next time. Wanna spill inside you for the first time, not in your mouth.” Stepping back, he dragged his jeans down his thick thighs and kicked them off to the side. When he lost his boots and socks, I didn’t know.

  “How do you want me?” Licking my lips, I watched him stroke himself.

  “On your knees, baby. Hands to the headboard.”

  Nodding, I slipped to my hands and knees, and knee walked up the bed. The mattress compressed behind with his weight joining me. I gripped the headboard as he instructed, glancing over my shoulder.

  “Jut your arse out for me.” I did. “Christ,” he growled. “Fuckin’ love your body.”

  “As I love yours.”

  His hands landed on my hips, ran up my sides, and then back down over my arse. They circled, gripped and smacked down on my skin. “Miah,” I cried. My head dropped forward, chin to my chest as I lost myself to the sensation of my man touching my body everywhere he could. Running his hands up once again and around to my breasts, he then clutched them, sweeping his fingers over my tender nipples.

  Jerimiah shifted forward, rubbing his erection against my arse. I pushed back to hear him suck in a breath. A hand tugged my hair, and my head dropped back. His lips touched my neck, opened, and then he sunk his teeth into my skin.

  His other hand moved between us, gripping himself. “Arse up,” he ordered, licking the spot he’d bitten. Sticking my arse out and up, I felt his fingers toying with my entrance and then it was the head of his cock.

  “Ready for me, my Poppy?”

  “Always, my Miah.”

  Slowly, he guided himself inside of me. So very slowly. His hand in my hair loosened and then disappeared to come around the front of me, to my belly, rubbing, then sliding up to cup my breast.

  “Best feeling ever, sinking into my woman.”<
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  Looking over my shoulder, I moaned when he filled me completely. My lips parted in a pant. He pulled back, and then thrust back in, causing me to cry out his name.

  “Gotta fuck you, baby.”

  “Yes.”

  Both hands went back to my hips. I tightened my hold on the headboard before he picked up his pace, drilling his cock into me over and over.

  His arms wrapped me up. One around my lower belly, the other across my chest, still fucking me deliciously.

  My body tensed, my belly dipped once again, and that pleasurable tightening started. “I-I’m… coming!” I yelled. My pussy tightened around his cock, which still slid in and out of me fast.

  “Fuck,” he snarled. “Christ,” he groaned. “Love you,” he grunted, before I felt him swell, planting himself deep and coming apart.

  Slipping from within me, he moved back a little and picked me up. I let out a surprised squeal, then laughed when he deposited me on the bed. He moved the covers and climbed in beside me, wrapping me up in a nice Jerimiah package again. Both arms cradled me, one behind my neck, the other over my waist, and one leg over both of mine.

  “You good with me in you?”

  I giggled. “As long as you don’t mind a wet patch.”

  “Don’t give a shit.”

  “Are we sleeping?”

  “Darlin’, I just came harder than the time I did looking at your tits. Need a nap, and then a second round, followed by a third. Then maybe I’ll feed you so we can go again.”

  Hmm, yes please.

  “The way you snuggled into me, guess you like that plan.”

  “Yes, handsome. I like that plan very much.”

  “Good.”

  “Love you, Miah.”

  His reply was to kiss me soundly, and I didn’t mind that at all.

  Chapter Twenty-Two

  Fang

  “I’ll see you soon then?” I asked Poppy on the phone. I’d arrived early at my mum’s to help her set up for lunch. Poppy was supposed to come with me, but she’d run to Beast and Knife’s to watch Nevaeh. Beast was already working and Knife had to head out to do a few things, not wanting to take Nevaeh with him since she had a fever and the day was a cold, wet one.