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Her hair was pulled off her face today, a high ponytail that highlighted the length of her neck, and even though the simple cotton dress she wore covered her shoulders and down to her knees, it left a deep V of her chest open. My stomach tightened at the sight of her cleavage. It was noticeably bigger, pressing against the line of the dress.
Don’t think about Poppy’s tits, I thought viciously. Like she could read the train of my thoughts, she gave me a curious glance, and I met it evenly, wondering what color her cheeks would turn if she had any fucking idea where my brain was dragging me.
I wasn’t a caveman. I did have control of myself.
Except with her, apparently.
And now I knew what they looked like and tasted like and the sounds she made when I used my mouth on them, which made it all so much worse.
I swear, I was going to burn in hell for the type of person I was when I was around her.
Next to me, Ian cleared his throat pointedly.
I blinked, shifting my gaze down to the ground.
“You doing okay, Pops?” Ian asked, eyeing his sister carefully.
“Of course,” she said simply. “It’s a beautiful day, isn’t it? Why wouldn’t I be okay?” The unspoken subtext was heavy in her answer, and she gave him a wordless look that had me narrowing my eyes.
Ian hummed, taking a sip of his beer.
Fuck, I wanted to ask. Those freaking Wilders could have an entire conversation without exchanging a single word. I’d seen it a million times since I became friends with Cameron.
I’d seen them exchange entire sentences without a sound uttered. Encouragement. Understanding. Death threats.
Siblings were weird.
She cleared her throat when she realized everyone in the circle was watching their interaction. “I was just driving by and thought I’d stop and meet Trevor. I think you have some paperwork for me. Saves you a drive over to my office.”
“Who’s Trevor?” Wade asked.
Dipshit raised his hand. “I am.”
“I like Dipshit better.”
Poppy rolled her eyes. “You guys are the worst. Whose idea was it to call him that?” Everyone looked at me, and I pushed my tongue into the side of my cheek. “Oh,” she said, fighting a smile.
Dipshit looked at Poppy with a slight tilt to his head. “Blue. Very blue. You have incredibly calming energy.”
“I’m sorry?” she asked, brows furrowing slightly.
“Don’t ask,” I told her.
Trevor grinned, walking over to the front seat of Rob’s truck to get the papers Poppy asked for. Handing her the papers, he was pleasant and kind, and had her laughing in only a few seconds.
As much as I didn’t want to, I had to give the kid credit because he was completely unfazed by my sniping, which is probably why our first day of training wasn’t complete hell on earth. He was eager to learn and clearly wanted to work hard. He reminded me of a puppy. Bouncy energy, nothing seemed to bother him.
My chest clenched, thinking of Henry. How patiently he’d taught me everything.
As he walked back to the truck to hop up next to his friend, I gave him a slight nod. “You did good today.”
His features morphed into a pleased smile, his chest puffing out slightly. “Thanks, Jax.”
Poppy watched us curiously, then tilted her head towardthe front of the house where she must have parked. “Do you mind walking me to my car?”
I’d walk with you wherever the fuck you wanted to go, I thought with a desperation that took me by surprise. But I simply nodded. Ignoring the looks from every guy around us, I followed Poppy with my hands tucked safely behind my back.
She waited with a smile as soon as we were out of view of the group. “I probably could have messaged you, but I really did need to get the papers from Trevor.”
