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jiggle with every thrust. Her pussy, already hot and ready, hugged his dick and made every plunge that much closer to his last.
    She tangled her hands in her hair, riding him and offering full view. He abandoned his hold on her hips and cupped her boobs, squeezing their softness. Her pussy clenched around him and he gritted his teeth to last a little longer. She looked down, mischief in her eyes, and swiveled her hips. He intensified his grasp on her boobs and she rocked harder, meeting his challenge.
    Her added play cost her, though. Her eyes widened and though she bit her bottom lip, the tautness in her body didn’t lie. Trevor gripped her hips and pumped hard and fast. She gasped and met his thrusts, no longer disciplined in her movements.
    His cock let loose before her full orgasm, and though Trevor wanted to savor the moment, he kept his pace, getting his reward when she slammed her palms to his chest, eyes wide.
    “Fuck,” she murmured, the line of her jaw so tight he worried she’d hurt her teeth.
    He wrapped his hand around the back of her head and pressed his lips to hers, kissing away the pleasure tension until she turned to putty in his hands. She relaxed into him, stretching her legs.
    The edges of the mattress dipped and though Trevor hated to move, he shifted toward the foot of the bed and cuddled Poppy to his side. Michael moved high, Cody low, their usual spots for enjoying the afterglow with her. As much as he wanted it all for himself, seeing the smile on Poppy’s beautiful face as she rested her head to Michael’s chest, and tangled her leg with Cody’s—all while keeping close to him—Trevor had to admit, sharing was better.
     
    Poppy curled her legs through Cody’s and kissed Michael’s chest, her fingers still threaded with Trevor’s. Sunlight filtered through the curtains as the evening stretched on, but even as her tummy growled, reminding her the few bites of pretzel hadn’t gone far, she didn’t have much desire to move.
    “I think we were in the other bed last time we did that in this hotel,” Trevor said and squeezed her fingers.
    “I think we tore up all the sheets last time,” Michael added. “We should be ashamed for not doing that more often.”
    Pleasure and silliness bubbled up, erupting in laughter. Poppy slammed her hand to her mouth a second before embracing the happiness. “So, it’s been a while, but obviously we still know what we’re doing. Middle Man, would you be a dear and bring over some ice cream. I’m in the licking mood.”
    Trevor jumped to his feet and bounded across the room, his tanned butt bouncing with each step. “I did make dinner reservations, but I’m willing to say fuck them if it means licking. I hope your mood extends to chocolate soup because this stopped being ice cream a while ago.”
    The next day would come soon enough. Trevor stood by her feet with a big bowl of drippy chocolate deliciousness. Today, they had important things to do.

Chapter Eight
     
    Poppy gripped Michael’s hand tighter as they made their way deeper into the hospital. She should have known Rose would send their father to the same place they’d all worked in at one time. It was also the place she’d been shot by an irate racer. At least they’d painted and redecorated since then.
    “Remember when that a-hole shot you?” Trevor said. “Damn that pissed me off.”
    She’d never forget. Nightmares still woke her in the dead of night with sweat rolling down her back. Trevor stopped her and caught her chin in his fingers.
    “I’m such a dick sometimes. You were so brave , and I’m so grateful you forgave me for all the stupid shit. Most days I still can’t believe you love me.”
    He pressed a hard kiss to her lips, the pressure nearly too much, but quickly gone. His personality and actions roared louder than even he realized at times, but his love matched.
    “It was a long time ago.” She stroked his cheek. “And I love you more every day. Even today.