Page 143 of Indecent Lies

He caught her hand and brought it down to his raging cock, helping her to jack him off. Fuck, fuck, fuck. She was so good with his cock, the thing almost wept in anticipation.

And he loved her mouth. He could fall into her mouth and be all about her plump lips for days, but she didn’t have long before she had to put clothes on, his Poppy was going out with Roux again, so he made use of the time he did have and devoured his woman until she was a clinging, shaking mess in his arms when he deposited her wet body on the bed after giving her the fuck he craved.

That night when he picked her up and she climbed into bed, she did it by sliding on top of him with a giggle, ready to tell him about her night, at the same time her octopus hands wandered all over him.

Texas was not complaining at all.

Two days later was a whole other story.

Texas didn’t fully comprehend how neurotic he’d become now that he was in love.

Yeah, he realized he was in love with that bratty girl who didn’t listen to a word he said most days and just did whatever the fuck she wanted and guess what? He fucking loved it.

That meant it must be love.

The danger of Grigori might be over, but it didn’t stop him from worrying about her.

He was pacing when she came through the door because she was two hours later than she said she’d be, after asking to take his truck so she could do some shopping.

She was frozen with her teeth chattering like maracas.

Because he was Texas, he hadn’t sat around waiting for her to come home just because her phone was off. He’d rode around town looking for his girl, sure he’d see her with Roux at least. He even considered calling Axel’s MC to ask for his daughter’s number, but he reckoned that wouldn’t go over well.

“Christ, where’ve you been, Poppy? Look at you, you’re soaked through.”

Teeth were shuddering a mile a minute; it was then he noticed she wasn’t wearing her thick coat because she had it bundled in her arms.

“Help me, Tait. Quickly.”

That got him moving, assuming she was hurt, he was about to kill someone. But it wasn’t Poppy. She unfolded the coat and inside was an equally cold baby goat, one of those miniature ones.

What in the world?

“Where did you get a goat?”

It was Poppy, he shouldn’t be surprised.

At least his neurotic worry dissipated now he could lay his eyes on his woman, though her being frozen was giving him an ulcer and he wanted to pour her into a hot bath asap.

“Some cruel idiot left him on the road.On the road, Tait. Oh, my God. If I didn’t hear his little cries I don’t know what would have happened, but they’re so cold.”

She was almost crying.

Of course he moved forward to take the animal from her, she needed something and Texas’ senses were now hardwired to provide for her.

His hearing kicked in and with a goat in his arms he asked, “they?” Don’t say she had more goats outside…

She unzipped her pink hoodie and an all-white head popped out. So tiny, he thought it was fluff at first, but it was a kitten. Its eyes were still closed, so it was no more than days old, he reckoned.

“What do we do? I don’t know how long they were in that box for, Tait. I can’t even think about what would have happened had a car hit them.”

Seeing her distressed ripped at him and got Texas moving quickly.

The white and brown goat was small and hardly moving but had steady breathing. Probably just stunned from the cold and hungry.

“Baby, go and get changed into dry clothes for fucks sake, I can hear you shivering.”

“I want to make sure they’re okay.” She was cradling the cat to her chest, stroking its tiny head, doing all the shushing and cooing, letting the cat know Texas would take care of them.

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