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The sounds of panting, breathy moans, and deep grunts filled the room, and when it slowly faded as we each came down, the sweetest sound I’d ever heard replaced the sounds of debauchery. Poppy giggled.
My smile was wide as I stared at the ceiling and tried to catch my breath. That sound, her softest side, told us she was happy. We made her that happy. We made Poppy giggle like she hadn’t since she was a kid. Not just us, but our love.
“So.” Cyrus sounded drunk, he was so strung out on Poppy.
“If you say that word again, I’m going to kill you, Cy. I’ll be sad, but I’ll move on.” Poppy lifted her head and looked back at him. “You’re still in my ass and if you think you’re going to say words like that and not have to be romantic at all, you’re—”
Cyrus shifted his hips and I knew the moment he pulled out of her ass by the little grunt she made. “I’m not in your ass now, Poppy.”
She was silent and I bit my lip as I wondered what she’d do or say next. She’d just finally admitted she loved us. There was no way she was ready to walk down the aisle. When the silence stretched on for too long, she lifted her head again. “Well?”
My heart slowed and I quietly panicked. I didn’t have a fucking ring. I was going to murder Cyrus myself if he did that to me. My best friend deserved a ring when I proposed to her. We hadn’t talked about it enough.
“Well, what?”
She huffed. “Are you going to say the words or not?”
Cyrus sighed happily. “Whatwasthat word again? Big?”
Both Jude and I fell back on the bed at the same time and I guessed he’d been as panicked as me. We needed rings. We needed flowers. We needed to get down on one knee.
“I can’t stand you.” Poppy made an unhappy noise. “I’m going to go live with George instead.”
She immediately had three unhappy men staring down at her. I glared at Jude next. “Tell me again how convincing our girlfriend that your neighbor desperately wants her was a good idea?”
“Poppy. Not cute.” Jude frowned. “He couldn’t see you. Ever. Just to be clear. I texted him before we came up that he should look out his office window at the sky over my house when he could. He’s a big UFO guy. George probably would want the hell out of you, but he may never see you. Even once. Not when I feel this insane urge to hide you away from every other man and it isn’t going away.”
“Relax, you big babies. I was only teasing. I have all the man I need right here.”
Cyrus blew out a sharp breath. “You’re a pain in my ass.”
“Oh, that’s rich coming from you right now.” She poked him in the chest and growled. “This big house is going to need a separate room where I can escape you three when you’re getting on my nerves.”
“How about a dungeon?”
She laughed at Cy and flopped back in the bed. “You wish.”
“There won’t be room for a dungeon, anyway. Not with the amount of kids we’re going to have running around.” I tugged at my hair when Poppy stared at me with wide eyes. “These curls have to be passed down, Poppy. Haven’t you heard?”
She slowly slid out of the bed and onto the floor while we all watched. Once she was standing, she dusted her hands together and rested them on her hips. “Well, since you’ve all lost your minds, I think I’ll go hang out with Bad Mood Banner since I’ve also lost mine.”
I grabbed her before she could get very far and pinned her under me in the bed. Staring down at her, I smiled. “Whatever you want, Poppy. You’ll have it. Whatever you don’t want, we’ll take care of that too.”
She stroked my cheek. “The curls do have to be passed down. Just not yet.”
“Stop it with the curls before he gets too cocky.” Jude cut me off before I could make my joke. “I don’t want to talk about your cock, Sam.”
“You guys know how I spent some time alone recently?” Poppy giggled again and then sighed dramatically. “Well, I got in touch with my girly side. I watched some interesting movies and I just need you three to know that when you decide to propose any large life changes, any at all, I’m not being specific…but when you do decide to do that? I want romance. If someone could make it rain and kiss me in it, that’d be cool. Or if, I don’t know, someone spelled it out in a bunch of flowers, that aren’t roses, that could also be cool.”
When none of us answered, keeping our cards close to the chest, Poppy grunted and shook her head at us.
“Never mind. Just do it while you’re fucking my butt and letting George watch.”
Cyrus snorted and leaned over to look at her. “Poppy?”
“What?”
“I bought the gag.”
