Head Over Heels by Poppy Parkes

Author:Poppy Parkes [Parkes, Poppy]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Parkes Publishing
Published: 2020-04-06T16:00:00+00:00

Ben

When I lost Julie, it became scathingly clear early on that her death was an axis. There was before and there was after, and the after depended on whatever way life spun on the turning point that was her death. I was aware of this throughout her sickness and dying and my mourning of her. As much as I hated it, I believe that this awareness saved me from floundering in despair, which would have been so easy to do.

Being with Hattie feels much the same, except with reckless joy and pleasure instead of grief and sadness.

There was a before, and there will be an after, and the hinge that it all turns on is this moment as I push Hattie’s top up and palm her petite breasts.

I roll her nipple between my fingers, mouth on her neck. My erection speaks to me like it’s a separate entity, howling for more and more and more.

And even though my cock seems to have a life of its own, I want to give it everything it demands.

A detached part of my brain muses that it would be so much more chivalrous to take this young thing home, to romance her before taking all that she has to give me.

But all I can think about is joining my body with hers, here and now.

From the way she clutches at me with her athletic thighs, I’m not the only one who feels this way.

“God, I want you.” I whisper my words to her collarbone. She shivers against them, tiny goosebumps appearing where my breath washes over her skin. I nip at them with my teeth, earning myself a jagged groan.

“Then take me,” she rasps, eyes alight with challenge as they find mine. “I’m all yours.”

For all that I wanted to hear just that, her dare still takes me aback. “Here?” I ask, needing to be absolutely clear. “Now?”

Hattie finds her feet, digging in her pocket. “Here.” She finds her keys and unlocks the truck, never taking her gaze from mine. “Now.”

She opens the door and climbs into the bench seat that spreads behind the driver and front passenger seats. Tossing her keys to the floor, she slides to the far side of the bench and peels her shirt over her head, throwing it to the floor as well.

There’s no question, no hesitation.

I’m on her like a ravenous animal, all heat and teeth and touch and need. Some last shred of civility compels me to close and lock the door behind me, but then I am lost to my wanting.

No, that’s not quite right — I’m lost to our mutual desire.

Because Hattie’s right there with me, mewling and sucking, rolling her body beneath mine, our breath loud in my ears.

She sits up to divest me of my jacket and shirt, discarding them with hers. Then she presses her bare torso to mine and gently twists her fingers in the curls covering my chest. I shudder when she arches her hips up and presses her wide open thighs over my hardness.

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