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cloud9in · 3 years

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Driving lessons

Pairing: Mc x Poppy

Summary: It’s Senior year in high school and Bea decides to ask Poppy to teach her how to drive. Its free, convenient, and well the only thing she has to deal with is her big fat crush on her supposed enemy.

Pt 2: here

Word Count: 2.6k

Notes: These two bicker.. a lot. Driving and teenage shenanigans are up ahead.

Tags; @samanthadalton @satrinadia @kamilahsayeet2063 and some Poppy stans: @clowneryme @baexpoppy

“Are your hands clean?”

Bea turned to Poppy, a confused look on her face. “I’m sorry what?” The blonde stared at her emotionless before huffing dramatically. “Oh don’t give me that look, I just got the interior cleaned and I will not risk your crummy hands ruining it!”

The moon was just starting to appear as the girls stood outside in a deserted parking lot. Poppy had agreed to teach Bea the basics of driving after the brunette consistently bugged her for weeks. She initially said no, because there was no way in hell that a Min-Sinclair like her would be caught helping the poor. The blonde questioned why Bea would even think that she’d say yes, but she did, eventually.

The truth is, Bea has been trying to get the blonde’s attention for quite a while now. But that’s almost impossible because Poppy avoids the brunette any second she’s not throwing insults at the girl with her minions in the crowd. Was she afraid? Bea didn’t miss those subtle side glances and lingering touches when the blonde would push her in the hallway. So ultimately, Bea made it her mission to get Poppy alone and really talk...well that and she needed her license. So why not kill two birds with one stone?

***

She knew just how to push Poppy’s buttons, and being bold in public was one way of doing it.

Bea strided confidently up the bleachers where the cheerleaders were lounging. She stopped directly in front of Poppy and put her leg up on the step, one hand leaning on the railing. Poppy arched a perfectly trimmed eyebrow as the other girls around looked to each other in confusion.

Bea only stood there with a smirk as she eyed the blonde with a twinkle of mischief in her eyes.

“...Farmsville what the hell are you looking at?”

“You obviously...are you blind?”

The cheerleaders all erupted with tiny snickers that only earned a killer sneer from Poppy. The blonde stood up abruptly, smoothing the front of her skirt and tilting her head to look up at Bea. The look in her eyes could probably dissolve the brunette whole, but she didn’t back down. They stood there for a few seconds, Bea watched Poppy’s gaze drop down to her lips, and then to her arms that were exposed by her sleeveless jersey. She grinned wolfishly before the blonde pulled her down the stairs by her elbow.

Poppy had brought Bea to a secluded spot behind the gym, pushing her against the wall.

“I don’t know what your game here is Hughes but-“

“Game? What game? I just wanted to talk to you about the drivin-”

“Talk? We don’t talk! Ever. So enough of this. You are not supposed to speak to me in front of them like you know me. You and me Bea” Poppy gestures in the open space between them, “we are not friends. I don’t know what gave you the bright idea to ask me to help you! Seriously, do I look like I give out charity?”

Bea looked Poppy up and down. “No...but you look damn good in that uniform.”

The blonde’s eyes widen, a scarlet blush flooding her cheeks. She falters slightly before straightening up again. “What the hell is wrong with you?”

“I can’t drive.”

“W-What?”

Bea pressed her back fully against the brick wall, gesturing in the small space between them. “You asked what the hell is wrong with me so I told you-“

The blonde nearly jumps out of her suit as she smacks a hand to her forehead in frustration. “You imbecile that is not what I meant!”

An awkward wave of silence fills the air as the two girls stand there staring at each other. Eventually, Bea breaks into a fit of laughter which prompts Poppy to glare at her. “Why the fuck are you laughing?”

She holds onto her stomach, wiping a tear from her eye. “Well first off you’re as red as a tomato. And secondly, we are arguing in an alleyway about driving lessons. Why’s that? I never knew you to back down from a challenge. I bet that you’re only saying no because you know you’ll fail to teach me.”

Poppy scoffs amusingly, inching towards Bea’s frame against the wall. “Are you underestimating me Hughes?” The brunette only shrugs, a neutral look on her face as she held her breath. Don’t mess this up now Bea.

With a sigh and final once-over, Poppy turns and heads back in the direction of the gym, stopping to look back at Bea after a few steps.

“Meet me at the parking lot behind Kyle’s Diner. 7pm sharp.”

Score!

***

Well now Bea had got what she wanted. They were alone. But Poppy was far from letting her walls down, and their constant bickering didn’t contribute greatly to her plans. After sanitizing her hands (for the third time), Poppy finally let her sit in the driver's seat as the car was set in park.

“Um remind me again, why are we doing this at night and in an expensive looking car…?”

The blonde rolls her eyes with irritation. This was going to be a recurring theme Bea thought to herself. “Okay first off, no one is supposed to know that I’m gifting you with my presence...hence the night sky. I thought that was given.” Poppy points to the sky matter-of-factly. “...and this is a Mercedes Benz. Do you think I sit in a fucking wagon and have one of my minions push me?”

Bea smiled to herself as she tried not to crack up at the thought of Chloe pushing Poppy down a steep hill. At least the blonde has a sense of humor, and that was one of many things that made Bea adore her, even if she was a bitch.

“Well I just don’t want to crash something as nice as this-“

“You aren’t going to crash it period” Poppy calmly states, a certain hidden edge to her voice. She looks over at Bea who catches her eyes, and if the brunette wasn’t intimated before, boy was she now. “If you do crash it, I’ll feed you to the wolves, it’s that simple. You got it Farmsville?”

Bea puffs out a breath of air and shrugs. This was going to be a long night.

Poppy taught her how to ease into using the brakes and accelerator, when to switch the gear shift, and most importantly, using the rear and side view mirrors. Bea drove two laps in the vacant lot and on the third one she managed to park perfectly in one the spaces. Poppy had the urge to praise her for not fucking it up so early on, in fact Bea was close to perfect. The blonde had begun to wonder if she really needed help, or was this just an excuse? Her heart skipped a beat at the thought of Bea...wanting to spend time with her. Poppy didn’t want to indulge in her feelings but she couldn’t just blatantly ignore the obvious. She’s a Min-Sinclair and is always sure of what she wants. But not when it came to Bea…Was this how it felt like to have a crush? There was no way in hell that she could fall for a girl like Bea. But then again, the blonde was sitting in the passenger seat watching her intently. She noticed how Bea’s face would scrunch with confusion when mentioning the functions on the dashboard. Poppy wanted to hold her hand and rub out the tension. She wanted to reassure and tell her how amazing she was doing, but of course pride stood in the way. Was pride worth it though? She started to believe it wasn’t when it came to Bea.

“Let's go for one more spin around the lot and then I’ll remove myself from your crème brûlée seats”, Bea voices sarcastically, a small grin on her face as she peered over at Poppy. The blonde rolls her eyes but nods happily. She didn’t want it to be just one more lap, and Bea sure as hell felt the same, but communication wasn’t a practiced skill of theirs.

The brunette reversed out of the space and started accelerating around the lot.

“Bea, make sure you always check the side view mirrors before you pull out.”

Bea shot a cocky sideways glance at the blonde, well this is new.

“Did you just call me...by my name? Like my name, Bea? No Farmsville or Hughes, or dumbass-“

“Okay! okay I think it’s pretty clear by now”

“What? That you have so many names for me?”

Poppy huffs with a start, pinching her eyebrows together as blood rushes to her cheeks in embarrassment. “You don’t ever shutup do you?”

Bea just laughs brightly, increasing her speed slightly as she gets more comfortable. “Just remember what I said about the side mirrors, don’t make me repeat it.”

“You’re so demanding you know?”

Poppy smirks in response, her finger reaching up to twist a golden lock. “Is that really news to you?”

“Well no...maybe I just like it when you talk to me like that.”

Bea knew she was pushing it, but every inch of her body felt like it was on fire. She wanted to say more, do more, but would Poppy like that? They had made so much progress and both girls would be dumb to not see a spark between them. “...Just keep your eyes on the road.”

Well that was something right? At least she didn’t yell at me, Bea thought. Without overthinking it, the brunette takes one hand off the steering wheel and intertwines it with Poppy’s hands. They were much smaller and incredibly soft. Bea felt like she was walking on thin ice, yet the blonde’s touch seemed to steady her. She squeezed a little tightly, rubbing a finger on Poppy’s knuckle soothingly. A burst of joy shot through Bea’s body as the blonde pulled away, only to set her hand on top of Bea’s, tracing ghostly patterns. They sat there like that for the rest of the lap until Poppy pointed in the distance. “You see those spaced out cones over there? Maneuver through them until you stop at the pole.”

Bea didn’t complain, even if the task seemed ridiculous. She wanted to spend more time with Poppy, so whatever. “What do I get if I succeed?”

“Satisfaction that you weren’t a complete failure today? Get a move on, we don’t have all night!” Typical Poppy.

Bea had managed to avoid hitting the cones, glancing over to see a hidden, but impressed look on Poppy’s face. She wanted to show off just a little, pressing her foot on the accelerator with a little more force as she navigated through the obstacles. Unbeknownst to either girl, there was a pothole upcoming on the ground and Bea sunk violently into it before popping back up.

“Bea! Watch out for the-“

But she couldn’t secure her hold on the steering wheel quick enough. The car screeched loudly as Bea stomped on the brakes, steering the car to the left as they hit the pole. Poppy had jumped as far as the seat belt would let her, her hand reaching out to shield the brunette from any impact. The crash shook the whole car, and felt very very expensive. Bea sat paralyzed in her seat, her breathing quick and shallow as she surveyed the scene. She was relieved that they didn’t rip through the pole...or were impaled by it. Bea shifted abruptly, turning to scan the other girl for injuries. She clutches onto Poppy’s arm, a pained look on her face. “You’re not hurt are you?”

Poppy waited for her heart to stop beating out of her chest, as she looked from Bea to the wreck. In one swift motion she punches the brunette in the shoulder before stepping out of the car. “Ow! What the hell…” Bea follows after her, stumbling out the car as she rubbed at the tender spot. The blonde looked at the front of her car in horror. The glass was completely shattered, the Benz symbol was dangling off the edge, and the whole fender was completely damaged. “Hughes what the fuck?! You- Look at my car! Daddy is gonna kill me…”

Bea felt her heart drop into the pit of her stomach. Back to square one huh? She cautiously paced towards the seething blonde, both hands in a defensive hold in front of her just in case Poppy decided to throw hands. Just in case.

Poppy snapped her head in the brunette's direction, ready to chew her out until she noticed blood dripping from her forehead. Her face fell, the anger draining out rapidly. “Bea you’re hurt…” Bea looked at her in confusion until she felt the warm liquid dripping onto her nose. She reached up quickly, wiping the blood

that wouldn’t stop pouring from the open wound. “It’s nothing! I can barely feel it-“

“Stop it. Here let me see.”

Bea watched as Poppy stepped closer, reaching her finger to gently prod at the now stinging wound. She blew a breath of hot air onto the area and it was almost enough to make Bea melt. She had never seen this side of Poppy, and it made her spiral deeper into the pool of feelings she had developed for the blonde. “You need to go to the hospital right now, come on I’ll take you”, Poppy hurriedly spoke.

“But what about the car?”

“Is the car bleeding out on the fucking sidewalk? I’ll call triple A and they’ll come get it….and I’ll deal with the consequences later.”

Bea broke out into a grin, watching the blonde worry about her, even if she wouldn’t admit it. It was certainly refreshing. Her smile quickly faltered though. If Poppy took her to the hospital would she leave her there? Would this be the last time they talked? Poppy had a habit of avoiding her. Bea started to panic, this couldn’t be the end. Poppy had pulled her arm along as they trudged away from the wreck. But Bea stopped suddenly, yanking Poppy by her arm until they were face to face.

“Go on a date with me.”

“What?!”

“You heard me. I will not go to the hospital unless you agree to go on a date with me.”

Poppy stood there dumb-founded. Bea was full of surprises wasn’t she? “Are you saying that you’ll bleed out in the middle of this lot if I say no?”

“Yes.”

“You are….un-fucking-believable. A lunatic I might add. Hell even a madwoman. Let’s go, I’m taking you to a mental hospital instead.”

Bea grabs Poppy by the waist as she attempts to walk away. She pulls her even closer against her than they were before, a smug grin settling on her face. “Only if you go out with me. You can pick the time and place.”

She looks at the blonde with doe eyes and that winning smile. Poppy sighs as her breath shakes at their close proximity. She was close enough to kiss her, and no one would know. Poppy couldn’t deny that this is exactly what she wanted. Now that she was in the same position she had constantly day dreamed about, the air seemed heavier. But it felt right. And so she said yes. Because she knew what she wanted.

“Let's get you some medical attention first though, can’t go on a date with a corpse.”

Bea did internal jumping jacks as she pumped a fist in the air.

Score!

#playchoices #queen b #poppy min sinclair #poppy x mc #mc x poppy #so of course if you wanna be added to the taglist lemme know #I kinda presumed Bea played basketball in highschool tbh #fits the cliche

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chickensarentcheap · 4 years

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Best Part of Me -Chapter 23

WARNINGS: SMUT. NSFW.

Tagging: @innerpaperexpertcloud, @c-a-v-a-l-r-y, @alievans007

“So how mad are you?” Tyler asks, as he stands in the doorway of the main floor laundry room, leaning against the frame with his arms crossed over his chest.

The situation is touch and go. She hadn’t set foot upstairs while he’d carried out Millie’s bedtime routine or when Kyle had wandered in with a sleeping five year-year old under each time; dumping each of them fully clothed into their beds before taking off again.

“Why would I be mad at you?” she counters, as she gathers a bundle of laundry from inside the dryer and drops them on top of it. “You didn’t do anything wrong. Well, besides getting glitter all over the goddamn place.”

“You can blame your daughter for that. She's a little obsessed with sparkly shit.”

“Just a little,” Esme agrees with a grin.

He takes it as a sign that all is well between them and finally approaches, standing behind her and pushing a hand through her hair, tangling his fingers in the soft, fine tresses and lightly tugs; drawing her head back and kissing her. Teeth lightly capturing her bottom lip as he pulls away, and she gives a grin and reaches back to grab a hold of his ass, lightly squeezing before he steps beside her.

They work in companionable silence; each tending to handfuls of clean clothes that they drop into a wicker basket that sits on the floor between them. And he glances over at her every few seconds; eyes wandering her entire form; clad in nothing more than one of his old t-shirts, tattered and filled with holes and paint stainss. Taking in the way her hair falls to just below her shoulders and brushes against the sides of her face; the natural red high lights sparkling under the artificial light.

She catches him watching her and a grin tugs at the corner of her mouth, a slight blush creeping into her cheeks and the tips of her ears. Almost seven years later and she’s still self-conscious about how she looks to him. Always fretting about the shape of her ass or the size of her thighs and how wide her hips have gotten. He sees none of that; he doesn’t notice the extra ten pounds she complains about or the stretch marks she tries desperately to hide. All he sees is the woman that he’d fallen in love. And keeps falling in love with each passing day.

“Tyler...” she says.

“Esme...”

“Why are you staring at me?”

“I’m not staring. I’m admiring. I’m not allowed to admire my wife?”

“Admiring or critiquing?”

He frowns. “What the hell is there to critique?”

“I’ve had five kids. Things don’t look like they used to,” she laments. “I’m definitely not the same person I was when we met.”

“Neither am I.”

“But you’re only getting better with age. Me? I just get worse.”

“Baby, have you looked in the mirror lately? Because you look fucking amazing. And I know you’re just going to say I’m just being biased or that I’m just trying to boost your ego. But it’s true. Every word. You’re beautiful and you’re sexy and you always will be in my eyes.”

He hates not only what her own battle with depression and the monsters from her past has done to her, but also her disastrous first marriage; Mark’s abusive behavior –physical, emotional, sexual- leaving so much damage in its wake. And it’s been a full-time job in itself getting her to see herself the way he does. It’s his main bone of contention in their marriage: having to listen to her degrade herself and drag herself down when he just wants to worship the ground she walks on.

“Even after five kids?” she challenges.

“Especially after five kids. I don’t know what more I can say. How to get you to see yourself like I see you. I just wish you would.”

“Maybe you need glasses.”

“Maybe you need to stop. I love you. And I think you’re the most beautiful woman in the world. I have since that day you walked into my place. I don’t see what you do. I don’t see the extra weight you bitch about or the marks on your skin or the how your clothes don’t fit like they used to. All I see is you.”

“You really are determined to make me cry by the end of the night,” she teases, and playfully slaps him in the face with one of Addie’s sleepers.

She watches the way his hands move as they fold that simple piece of clothing. His hand –from the base of his palm to the tip of his middle digit- longer than the actual sleeper itself; those fingers with their various scars and their swollen and misshapen knuckles never fumbling as they tend to impossibly tiny buttons. She knows what those hands are capable of; the things that they’d done. The blood he has on them; hundreds of men in Dhaka alone were dead because of those hands. Large and powerful. Frightening, even.

But she also knows how those hands feel; the callouses on the palm and the even more prominent one on the right index digit; his ‘trigger finger’. She knows they’re capable of inflicting so much more than brutality and death. They can be soothing and gentle; rocking babies to sleep, caring for the kids’ injuries and clearing away their tears, massing her aching back when in the agonizing final stages of childbirth. And she knows how they feel during intimate times; how they can alternate between gentle and rough depending on his mode and what how she wants and needs his touch to be. She’s experienced those delirious heights of pleasure that they’re more than capable of bringing her to.

She looks away; the mere thought bringing a flush to her cheeks and a familiar warmth that builds between her thighs and in the pit of her stomach.

“I was always looking at you because I was trying to figure out if you’re wearing underwear or not,” Tyler admits.

“This is not a safe house to walk around in wearing JUST a t-shirt. Not only do we have all kinds of little people that can show up out of nowhere, but now we have Kyle wandering in and out.”

“How long’s he staying for anyway?”

“He SAID his vacation was for two weeks.”

“But? There’s a ‘but’ coming. I can feel it.”

“He did say if he liked it here that much, he might not go back.”

Tyler sighs.

“I thought you liked my brother.”

“I do. I just don’t like the baggage he brings with him.”

She smirks. “Nik?”

“We just got rid of her. He sticks around, that means she’s going to come back. And I don’t know about you, but the less of her the better.”

“She does tend to bring the drama with her.”

“Drama, home wrecking, whatever you want to call it.”

“But if we could get him away from her...”

“We are NOT getting involved. We just talked about this. We agreed to stay out of it.”

“No, you agreed to stay out of it,” Esme corrects.

“And I told you to stay out of it.”

“When do I ever listen to anything you say?”

He smirks.

“We could always kick Chloe out and have Kyle take her place.”

“You mean Ovi could kick Chloe out. Because we’re not doing shit. We are staying out of people's personal crap. Didn’t you hate when people were always in our shit back in Colorado? Your mom, your other brothers...”

“But they’re evil and were always trying to cause problems. We’re trying to avoid a huge problem. If we get Kyle away from Nik, then there’s no more Nik. That way if he stays here, we won’t have to worry about her coming around and sticking her nose where it doesn’t belong. Neither wants you to stick in her...”

“Let’s not start that conversation again.”

“I’m just trying to think of what’s best for my brother. And I know she’s not it.”

“Then you never should have set him up with her in the first place. This is kind of all your fault.”

Frowning, she rolls up the beach towel in her hand and smacks him hard across the ass with it.

“I’m just saying that we need to stay out of. Let Kyle do what he wants and whatever happens, happens. I just don’t want him living here. We have enough people living under this roof. We don’t need another one.”

“And yet you want another kid,” she scoffs.

“That’s totally different and you know it. That’s a kid. That we’d make together. Kyle’s a grown ass man. Let him be one. Stay out of it. If he wants to marry Nik, let him marry Nik. If he wants to dick down the neighbor, let him dick down the neighbor. Who gives a shit?”

“And if he’s dicking down both?”

“Then good for him. He’s lucky.”

She rolls her eyes.

“He manages to juggle both of them, he’s a fucking legend.”

“You’re going to be juggling both your balls in a second. Is this your sly of way of telling me you want to be dicking down the neighbor?”

“Are you fucking insane? No way in hell.”

“You have to admit, she’s cute.”

“She’s not you. I don’t want to be dicking down anyone else, okay?”

“You know,” she grins. “Sometimes you can really redeem yourself.”

“And even if I did want to, I wouldn’t have the energy to dick anyone else down anyway.”

“I’m not sure if that’s reassuring or...”

“Just you, baby. I only want you.”

She smiles, then lightly bumps his hip with her own.

“So I never did get a yes or a no. About the underwear.”

She gives a dramatic sigh and then lifts the bottom of the t-shirt to her waist; giving a slight peek of the elaborate and colorful tattoo that graces her entire left rib cage, and a look at the lacy black garment that sits low on her hips but is cut high on her ass. “Good?”

“Very good. Very, very, very good.”

“You’re getting easy to please in your old age. Pretty soon all it’s going to take is some side boob to get you in the mood.”

He grins. “Who says it doesn’t already?”

“You have been very...what’s the word...amorous...lately.”

“Lately?”

“I mean, you always are. You always HAVE been. Our track record was amazing sex over the past almost seven years is remarkable. But since the doctor gave that green light, you’ve been extra...I don’t know...extra.”

“Do you blame me? I just went four months having to flog the bishop two to three times a day.”

“Flog the bishop,” she can’ t help but laugh. “Baby, you’re so cute.”

“What I am is horny.”

“Yeah,” a grin tugs at her lips. “I’ve noticed that the last couple of days.”

“No. I mean like right now. This very second.”

“I’m busy.”

“Get unbusy,” he says, and yanks the piece of clothing she’s folding out of her hand and tosses it aside.

“You need to chill,” Esme suggests, and then has the nerve to bent over in front of him as she fetches a wayward sock off the floor; the shirt slipping up to the small of her back.

Just the mere sight of her ass –that smooth, pale skin- causes his cock to stir; the pressure beginning to build in the pit of his stomach. And he reaches out, running a fingertip along the edge of the lace, feeling the goosebumps that prick her flesh. Finger slowly travelling over her skin until he reaches her hip; then pressing his palm against it and squeezing tightly.

“That hurt!” she scolds and reaches around to rub at the tender spot. “What’s gotten into you?”

“It’s what I want to get into you.”

“Okay, well can give you five minutes to get shit done? Patience is a virtue, after all.”

“Screw patience,” he growls, the slams the dryer door closed and places on hand her stomach and the other at the base of her throat, fingers applying slight, yet firm pressure as he presses his erection against her. His hand slips down the front of her panties; fingertip dragging along the top of her pubic bone, his breath warm and moist as his mouth hovers by next to her ear. “Let’s fuck.”

She opens her mouth to respond, but all words escape her when she feels the tip of his nose and the scratch of his beard against the side of her throat, followed by the sensation of his hot, wet mouth. Lips aggressive and demanding against the skin; teeth lightly grazing along the flesh, fingers pressing harder and deeper into her neck. His aggression has always been a turn on; starting with that moment he’d pinned her against the wall in the hotel room in Dhaka in a fit of a rage. She’d quickly discovered it was what she liked. What she craved. And she’d initially been ashamed because of it; Mark had caused a tremendous amount of pain and torment during their shit show of a marriage, so she’d felt disappointed and disgusted in herself for wanting sex to be that way with another man. But she’d learned that the two situations were vastly different; one was abuse, the other someone she trusts with her life. Who’d never intentionally do anything to hurt her.

She presses her ass against him; loving the way he groans in her ear. It’s empowering. Knowing you have that kind of effect of someone. When you know all the little things that drives them crazy; those magic spots that can nearly bring them to their knees. And she reaches up to grab a hold of his hair as he kisses her. His tongue aggressively pushing its way into her mouth just as his hand slides lower into her panties, palm cupping her mound; hot and wet against his skin. Giving a low moan of approval at the sensation before his mouth finds the side of her throat once again. Her eyes closing and the grip on his hair tightening as two of his fingers push past the swollen lips, the ends coming in contact with her clit; causing her body to shudder against and her hips to jolt backwards, bringing her ass in contact with his cock yet again.

“Fuck...” he growls. The simple contact even through the fabric of his sweats causing the pressure to build; erection painfully straining against the confines around him. And she cries out when his teeth clamp down on the juncture between neck and shoulders and he slips two fingers inside of her. “So good...” he breathes, mouth against her neck. “...you feel so good...and you’re so fucking wet.”

“For you,” she says. “Only for you.”

A low and almost feral moan resonates from deep within his chest and removes his hand from inside of her panties. His gaze never wavering from hers as he licks and sucks her fluid from his fingers, the taste sweet and delicious on his lips and his tongue.

“Tastes so good,” his voice is low. “So fucking good.”

There’s a primal, animalistic look in his eyes; a hunter stalking its prey. And it makes that aching and longing between her legs almost overwhelming; almost too powerful to bear. She grinds her ass against him once more; feeling how hard he is through the fabric of his sweats. His breathing quickening and become more ragged as she continues to rub against him, feeling the way his fingers bite into her hips. And she attempts to slip her own hand between her legs to chase some relief, but he roughly grabs her by the wrist, then brings her arm behind her back.

“I don’t fucking think so,” Tyler snarls, and uses the force of his grip and the weight of his body to propel her towards the countertop across the room. A knee pushes her legs apart as he keeps her arm secure behind her back; his other hand roughly yanking her panties off her hips and over her ass, letting them to pool at her ankles. “Take them off,” he orders, and she hurriedly obliges.

Anyone else in this situation and it would scare her, the intensity in his eyes, the aggression in both his voice and his movements. But the trust is there. It always has been. The confidence that he’d never hurt her; that he’d stop the very second she showed any signs of pain or discomfort.

Tyler tightens his hold on the wrist that’s pinned behind her back and pushes her further into the countertop. His free hand on her shoulder; pushing her upper bod down before hastily shoving down his sweatpants. “Open,” he demands, using a thigh to push apart her legs. And still holding her arm firmly behind her back, the other hand settles on her shoulder as he pushes into her with one smooth, solid thrust that has her crying out, cheek pressed against the cold ceramic beneath her.

He hesitates; leaning over to press a kiss to the corner of her mouth. “You okay, baby?”

“Mm...hmm...” she responds, and pushes her ass back, encouraging him to continue.

“I don’t want to hurt you.”

“Just fuck me,” she orders. “Now.”

He grins. “You’re demanding.”

“Now!” she forcefully repeats and reaches back to dig her nails into his thigh, hard enough to break the skin.

He pulls out completely, smirking at the disappointed, pissed off look that crosses her face before slamming back inside of her with brutal force. It always surprises him; how someone that small and seemingly fragile can take as much as she can. How she’s always so eager and willing to this side of him to come out; aggressive, mean, controlling. Sometimes it even scares him; how quickly he can lose control of both the situation. Afraid that he’ll hurt her and then spent a week hating himself for it.

But he gives her what she wants. Repeatedly driving into her; that arm still pinned behind her back, the other hand now on the back of her head; spurred on by her pleas for ‘harder’ and ‘faster’. Sweat beading across his forehead and gathering at the nape his neck and the small of his back. Fucking her until she loses the ability to form coherent words and is gasping and sobbing; tears streaming down her face. Hips jerking back towards him, matching every movement. And he drops the hand from the back of her head and reaches between her legs, fingers easily finding her clit; vigorously and relentlessly rubbing at it until her orgasm hits her. The scream muffled against the countertop and those internal muscles contracting almost painfully around his cock. It quickly brings on his own release; a few deep, controlled thrusts until a deep, low growl rumbles in chest and he empties himself inside of her.

He finally releases the hold on the arm behind her back; both hands now resting on her hips as he closes his eyes and drops his forehead onto her shoulder. Chest heaving and legs sharking as he attempts to regain his composure.

“Tyler...” she reaches around and lays a hand on his thigh, trying to push him back. “...I love you, but you’re really fucking heavy.”

He didn’t realize his entire weight had collapsed against her, and he places a kiss on her cheek and gives an apologetic smile before backing away, withdrawing completely. Snagging a towel from the laundry basket, he uses it to clean himself up, then gently presses it between her legs. “You alright?”

Esme nods.

“Was I too rough?”

She shakes her head. “You were perfect. But I swear to God if you got that towel out of the clean basket...”

“Sorry,” he gives a sheepish grin, then kisses her softly before tossing the item in question into the nearby sink before pulling his sweatpants back up. “Here,” he locates a pair of pajama pants in the dryer and hands them to her. “I don’t think you’ll want to put that underwear back on. They’re a little...wet.”

“Well if you didn’t have that effect on me, they’d be perfectly fine,” she retorts, and then turns to face him; hands on his chest for balance as he helps her slip into the pants. “I never thought you’d be the type of guy who’d be into aftercare,” she teases.

“I never was. Until I met you.”

“Look at me. Bringing out all the good sides of you.”

“All the best sides,” he declares, then lays a hand on the back of her head and kisses her. “You sure you’re okay? I think I was a little too into it.”

“I would have told you if you were. You were amazing. Trust me. And thank you,” she stands on her tiptoe to kiss him, her arms wrapping around his neck. “I love you,” she says, as she buries her face in his chest, fingernails lightly scraping against the bottom of his hairline. “So much.”

“I love you too, baby,” he brushes his lips against her temple. “Always.”

****

The second time lasts longer. Slow yet intense love making that follow two rounds of foreplay. Now they lay in a mix of tangled sheets and sweaty limbs; on their sides with her back tucked into his front, one of his legs draped over hers and their tightly clasped hands pressed against her stomach. Tyler’s eyes are closed, tip of his nose and his lips pressed against the nape of her neck; happy and sated. Not just from the sex, but from the intimacy afterwards; lying together and feeling the warmth that radiates from her body and the familiar smell that clings to her hair. And she gives a long, content sigh and turns her face to the side, smiling back at him.

“You asleep?” she asks.

“Nope. Just completely and utterly fucked out.”

She laughs at that, and he gives a chuckle of his own and raises his head long enough to kiss the corner of her mouth.

“I love you,” he says, and brushes his nose against her temple.

“I love you too,” she snuggles tighter into him and increases the grip on his hand. “What are you thinking about?”

“Nothing really. Just lying here. Thinking about how happy my dick is right now.”

She snorts.

“Which is very fucking happy, by the way.”

“If he wasn’t, I’d be very insulted.”

“What are you thinking about?” he inquires.

“You probably wouldn’t believe me if I told you.”

He frowns. “As long as it’s not Dhaka. Because if you say Dhaka...”

“It isn’t Dhaka,” she assures him. “As amazing as those five days were...”

“Best five days of my life.”

“...I was NOT thinking about that place. I was thinking about that shack of yours. After Millie brought it up, I started thinking about wanting to go there and see it.”

“It doesn’t look the same anymore. Not after what he’s done do it.”

“You mean it actually has walls and an actual roof now?”

“Listen, smart ass...”

“I don’t care what it looks like. I just want to see it. It’s where everything started. It’s where WE started.”

“Technically WE didn’t start until Bangladesh.”

“But we met there. At the shack. It’s where I first saw you. It would be nice to go and see it. To see Koen again. And bathroom chicken.”

“I don’t think bathroom chicken is there anymore. I think he’s probably made dinner out of her by now.”

“That dick. That’s fucking savage.”

Tyler chuckles and presses his lips to the side of her head. “You eat chicken,” he reminds her.

“I wouldn’t have eaten HER. We could have kept her as a pet. Or considered her our first child.”

“I remember when we were in Dhaka and...”

“Hey!” she jabs him in the stomach with her elbow. “No saying the D word.”

“When we were THERE, I used to think about how we’d make things work. If they went okay between us and we didn’t kill one another while we were travelling. If you’d be happy staying there with me whenever you came to town.”

“Why wouldn’t I have been?”

“It wasn’t exactly five-star accommodations.”

“You were a bachelor. You didn’t care what your place looked like. You were on the job so much it was basically just a place to eat and sleep. And fuck some of your pieces of ass.”

“I never had any pieces of ass there. I didn’t want anyone close to home. In case they got attached and started showing up all the time.”

“What about Nik? I’m sure she visited you there.”

“We only ever fucked when I was on a job and she’d show up at the hotel. Never at my place. I didn’t want her there. I didn’t want ties to anyone, which meant keeping them away from my place.”

“You’re a very complex man, Tyler Rake,” she muses. “But you thought about having me there.”

“Because I wanted you there. I wanted you to be part of my life. If it was a dick and ditch, I would have told you right from day one. When we first fucked.”

“So you wanted to keep me around. Right from the start.”

“More like from the third day in. I was hopeful. That you’d want to stick around.”

“And here I was thinking it was me getting attached way too soon,” she teases, and he smiles against the back of her neck. “I was hopeful too. That there’d be more to it. That we’d travel like we planned and find out if we actually liked each other outside of sex. We never got that chance though.”

“No. We didn’t.”

“Do you regret that?” That it never went according to plan?”

“No. It’s the butterfly effect, right? Change one thing, everything changes?”

She grins. “When did you become the deep thinker?”

“Not just a pretty face and big muscles, baby. If things had had went the way we planned, there’s a chance that the twins and Declan and Addie wouldn’t even be here. The only for sure one is Millie. Because I wasted no time knocking you up with her.”

“Your swimmers were very determined,” she concludes. “I wonder what day of the five it happened on. I hope it wasn’t the first day.”

“Why’s that?”

“You want your daughter knowing she was conceived while you were choking me?”

“You want her to know how much you like it?” He counters.

“How about we agree to keep our mouths shut. Because those five days were extremely dirty and what she doesn’t know won’t hurt her. Deal?”

“Deal,” he agrees, and presses his lips to her shoulder; lingering on the lotus flower tattoo that graces her skin.

“I would have been happy there,” she says. “At the shack.”

“Yeah?”

She nods. “I think WE would have been happy.”

“Wouldn’t have been able to raise a family there. Maybe one kid. But not five.”

“We would have had to move once we found out about the twins. Or added onto the place.”

“The outback is not a place to bring up kids. Trust me.”

“I would have liked some time with you there. Even just a little while.”

“Honestly? I would have just liked to fuck you there. At least once.”

She looks over her shoulder at him, frowning.

“What? You have your thing, I have mine. Just ‘cause it sounds weird, doesn’t mean it is. And I’m not gonna lie, I would have done it that first day.”

“Seriously? What about Nik?”

“She could have watched.”

“I don’t fucking think so,” Esme scoffs. “Bad enough she’s seen you naked. I don’t want her seeing me naked. Seeing us...you know.”

He grins. “Fucking?”

“To be crude about it, yes.”

“She could have just waited outside then,” Tyler reasons.

“You wanted to seriously fuck me the first day we met?”

“First day? First ten minutes. Do you blame me? I’m a guy. And you walked in there looking so cute and...”

“Cute? You’re calling me cute?”

“What’s wrong with being called cute? I think you’re very cute.”

“I want to be beautiful and sexy and alluring and...”

“You’re those things too. But sometimes you look cute. That’s not an insult. You’re tiny and cute and I want to pick you up and put you in my pocket. And you looked cute that day. You had on those little jean shorts and that yellow tank top that had one strap that kept falling down. Your hair was in a ponytail. And you smelled like coconut.”

She rolls over onto her side to face him. “You remember all that?”

“Why wouldn’t I? Like I said, you looked cute. And you walked in there like you owned the place. All fucking attitude. I liked what I saw. You were different. You didn't take shit and you let me know pretty early that you weren’t going to put up with any from me.”

“I knew it. You’re turned on by assertive women.”

“Well I was turned on by YOU. I don’t know about other assertive women. I so would have fucked you. Right there. Right then.”

“I don’t know whether to be flattered, or....”

“Flattered. Definitely flattered.”

“For the record, I would have let you.”

A broad grin covers his face. “Yeah? Why didn’t you say anything?”

“What was I supposed to say? ‘Hey you, nice hair. Let’s fuck’?”

“That would have worked actually. I would have been like ‘let’s go’.”

“Why didn’t YOU say anything? Esme counters.

“I was trying to be a gentleman.”

“You plied me with alcohol.”

“I asked you if you wanted a drink and you said yes. I gave it to you. I didn’t ply you with it. There’s a difference.”

“Well even without the booze, I would have given in. Just so you know.”

“I used to have a thing about wanting to fuck you on the kitchen table,” Tyler admits. “Just bend you over it and just give it to you.”

“You’re dirty.”

“That’s tame compared to some of the things we’ve done. Most of them, actually.”

“You’re such a bad influence,” she declares, then places a hand on the back of his head and kisses him; mouths moving slowly against each other, naked limbs rubbing and brushing together. And when he pulls away, he brushes the hair away from her face and presses his lips to her forehead, then the bridge of her nose.

“I’m hungry,” Tyler announces.

Eme sighs. “Me too. What are you going to make me?”

“What do you want?”

She shrugs. “Guess we’ll have to see when we get down there.”

“How come I have to be the one to make it?”

“Your daughter said that you were the good cook, so I’ve given it up and handed you the reins,” she chides. “You wanted to try your hand at the domestic life, well there you go.”

“By domestic life, I meant siting on my ass while you do everything.”

“You wish!” she scoffs, and he pecks his life being throwing back the covers and climbing out of bed. “Baby...” she muses, rolling over onto her stomach and propping herself up on her elbows. “You’re sexy. Can I feel your arms?”

“You can feel whatever you want, whenever you want, however much you want.”

“Wherever and whenever?” she enthuses. “That’s dangerous. What if I start feeling you up at the grocery store or when we pick the kids up at school? Make Millie’s teacher extra jealous.”

“Baby, if you want to fuck me in the parking lot at the grocery store, all you have to do is ask.”

‘Kinky,” she giggles, then frowns when he tosses on his t-shirts at her and lands on top of her head. “Are you really going to Port Douglas tomorrow?” she asks, as she sits up and shrugs into the shirt. “To see your dad?”

Tyler nods.

“And you’re taking Millie?”

“She wanted to see him. And asked if he could come to her birthday party. She even made him a special invitation to give him.”

“You think she’ll be okay? I mean, if he’s having an ‘off day’...”

“If he is, we leave. I wouldn’t take her anywhere I didn’t think she could handle. You know that.”

“And what about you?” She climbs out of bed and stands in front of him, hands on his chest. “Think you can handle it?”

“I did the first time,” he points out.

“Did you?” her fingertips trace the scar on the left side of his chest, where the sniper’s bullet had caught him on the Sultana Kamal Bridge.

He hadn’t even known what hit him; the shot knocking him off his feet, an immediate burning sensation filling his entire chest and blood rising into his throat. He remembers thinking that he had to get up and get cover; that the sniper would be waiting to take the ‘kill shot’. But his legs wouldn’t work; he was nauseous and dizzy and in excruciating pain and all he could do was drag himself across the asphalt while coughing up blood.

“I think so,” he replies. “I didn’t come home and crack open a bottle and pop some Oxy, so I guess I did okay.”

“I know there’s a lot you’re holding back,” Esme says. “From your childhood. That you’re angry and you’re hurt and even though he’s sick, you want him to pay for what he’s done. And I get it, Tyler. You know I do. And you know I support you one hundred percent.”

“But...”

“I just don’t want Millie hearing all of that. If something happens and you snap on him, I don’t want her being there. Because she’s five and she’s a baby still and she doesn’t need to shoulder adult things. It’s bad enough she asked about the time you nearly died.”

“In all fairness, you brought that up the other night and she’s been holding onto it for days.”

“I know. And I feel like shit for doing it. Sometimes I forget she’s listening and that she’s as smart as she is. She’s insanely smart. It’s almost scary how smart she actually is. Which is why I don’t want her there if things go bad between you and your dad.”

“I promise you, if something goes wrong, we just leave. I wouldn’t do anything to hurt her. You know that.”

“I do know that,” Esme agrees. “But I also know what you get like when you go off, Tyler. When you can’t control what you say or what you do. And...”

He silences her with a kiss. “I would never...ever...put our daughter in that situation. You know I wouldn’t.”

She smiles, then stands on her tip toes and circles her arms around his neck. “You’re a good man, Tyler Rake. Whether you think so or not.”

“I think you overestimate me way too much.”

“I think you need to keep your mouth shut,” she counters, then squeals when he pinches her ass hard enough to leave a bruise. “I could take you; you know.”

He smirks. “I’d love to see you try.”

“It’s the little ones you have to watch out for.”

“What are going to do? Bite my ankles?”

“You’re such a dick sometimes, you know that?

“I do. But you love me.”

“Yeah....” she smiles, then tightens the hold around his neck. “...I do.”

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