Page 150 of Indecent Lies

“Mistakes and manipulation.” - Addison

They left the bar with his arm slung casually over his woman’s shoulders, she was tucked into his ribs slightly smashed and giggling.

Which meant Texas felt good as hell.

They were living in the moment.

He’d made it as right as he could for the MC, what would be would be, he wasn’t expecting his cut back, but he’d work on fixing friendships.

Those bastards meant something to him. For now he was good with it.

He didn’t know what tomorrow was going to be and he didn’t really care anymore.

He was right there with her in the moment.

This woman with her excitable eyes and adventurous spirit had made him re-evaluate his life, to look at the importance of now and not tomorrow.

She’d taken a huge leap with her life not knowing the outcome and look at her now, giggling and groping him.

“Little girl, you really can’t handle your booze,” he grinned, with his mouth against her temple.

“Tait,” she whacked him softly in the gut. He needed to teach her how to throw a real punch but he’d leave that for a day when she wasn’t sauced. “That’s not fair, the wine here is so much stronger than it is in New York. I’m pretty sure about that.”

His girl was a lightweight and adorable with it and she found everything hilarious and he fucking loved her laugh.

Sober Poppy liked to touch him all the time.

Texas didn’t mind a bit, what with how hard he was pressed against the inside of his zipper.

Drunk Poppy was all hands for groping him.

Sober Poppy straddled his lap when he was only half awake and rubbed one out for him to watch. He was dying to see what drunk Poppy did on his body. His cock couldn’t wait.

It was why he was rushing them home so he could get her out of those painted on jeans he’d drooled over when he’d watched her shimmy herself into them earlier.

Then eat her for a while until he was satisfied and then he wanted to fuck her hard before she fell asleep.

But the way she kept pushing her hand under his shirt to get at his stomach and chest, he’d be lucky to get her home at all before he had to press the good girl against the nearest wall and fuck himself stupid.

They stopped five times to make out.

Her taste saturated his mouth until he felt drunk.

She whined. That noise she did when she wanted his fuck and she wanted his fuck immediately.

Walking became hard and imperative he got her to his front door right now or his steel bat dick was gonna cut off if he didn’t open his fly.

He needed her mouth sucking him down deep the way she did. Tentative at first, then going all out.

“Swear to Christ, Pop.” He cursed and the little tease laughed her ass off.

She didn’t stop touching him.

To be fair, he didn’t ask her to.

He made sure to stop right in front of his door, plaster her against the wall, got his knee between her leg to grind on and he ate her mouth from the inside out.

Sloppy, ravenous kisses she fell into and dragged both of her hands through his hair. He drove his hips into hers and heard her moan.

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