Poppy's Passions (15 page)

Learning the ins and outs of anal sex had been in turns uncomfortable and wicked, but she'd been intrigued enough to tough out the uncomfortable long enough for wicked to explode. On a late case, Michael missed the fun tutorial, but accompanied her to her appointment when the others had to work.

Their compromise on the position of penetration made sense at the time, or so they'd convinced her.

The next day in the waiting room, however, other natural functions occurred, and she was mortally embarrassed when what should have been an innocent enough bout of flatulence ended up soaking her pants. With the evidence of the night succumbing to gravity, she'd been desperately thinking of a way to escape, all the while mentally cursing the boys for not using condoms like she'd suggested from the start. That's what she got for letting them sweet talk her into having their way. The nurse called her name before the old man who'd been in the little clinic's only bathroom exited.

Of course the nurse was Susie and she didn't miss a damn thing. Immediately she noticed the uncomfortable way Poppy walked. The wet dot also didn't go unnoticed which led to all sorts of questions. Poppy nearly died when she confessed what happened to Duane who, bless his heart, had been relieved and professionally reassuring. Michael laughed his ass off both in the clinic and the whole way home. He'd been forbidden from her bedroom along with the other two for the past few days.

"That was horrible,” she told them. “I know ya'll think it was hilarious, but as the one actually standing in your father's clinic, dripping and having to explain, I assure you it wasn't fun. Between the four of us, yeah I probably would've laughed, but there is nothing funny about me looking like I wet my pants in public, let alone having to explain why it looks that way to the man who shares his cornflakes with me."

"You're right, darlin'.” After three days Cody finally looked contrite. “We're real sorry, and we'll be more careful in the future."

"Damn right, you will. I am not doing that kind of explaining ever again.” She nodded in satisfaction and remembered the conversation she'd interrupted. “Apology accepted. Now, what's going on here?"

"Do you like to ride?” Trevor asked innocently, and then grinned. “Outside the bedroom I mean."

"Ha ha. Smartass. And yes, I do. We talked about it the other night, remember, Cody?” She moved her warmed hands lower down Michael's furry chest and stomach, making quick, quiet work of his button and zipper before slipping into his boxers.

"Oh, yeah. English and jumping, right?” Exiting the stall, Cody adjusted the cowboy hat he insisted wasn't adorable when she commented on it. “I could have you riding Western with no trouble since you know horses."

"I like them, don't get me wrong, but it's too cold for riding outside. Mary says my blood will thicken up over time, but for now I'd prefer to do my riding inside.” She continued on Michael with long, hard strokes, the way she knew he liked it. Cody didn't immediately jump on the double entendre, which was disappointing, but Michael was keeping her busy.

She'd worried about hurting him until he took her in hand the night before and showed her exactly what he liked. The one-on-one time was happening more and more as the men were staying closer to home with winter weather setting in. Lots of hours were spent inside and while the nights were mainly together, several times in the past few weeks, the last three days excluded, she'd found herself happily entertaining Cody, Michael or Trevor.

She liked the change and enjoyed learning their likes, dislikes, strengths and weaknesses in bed and around it. The intimate business took her away from her investigation lessons with Michael, but he was a patient, flexible teacher and did his fair share of distracting.

"We've got an indoor arena the Four-H kids use at the other barn, if you'd like a little ride before you get bigger. Duane said it's fine for a while longer, but he doesn't recommend horse riding after six months. After eight he says all riding is out.” Cody locked the stall. She thought he'd missed all the naughty connotations of the conversation, until he turned with a grin that got bigger when he saw the near bliss expression on one brother's face and eager anticipation on the other's. “Oh, hell yes. Trev, get her pants."

"We're on the same thought strain, Baby Boy.” Already moving to cradle her butt to his hips, Trevor snaked his hands to the snap of her jeans. “Already undone, naughty girl."

"More like a chubby girl,” she muttered. She didn't let the new touches divert her from stroking the long, thick cock in her hands, though they were pretty darn distracting.

"Tsk, tsk. Michael, keep her mouth busy before I have to spank her,” Cody said, and she helplessly moaned into Michael's devouring mouth. “Hmm, she liked that idea, didn't she, Middle Man?"

"If the flood on my fingers is any indicator, our sweet little Poppy wants some discipline. But right now I want her mouth on me. On your knees, sweetheart."

Cody laid a thick warming blanket on the cement floor beneath her and after stepping out of her jeans, she did as she was told, continuing her steady pace with her hand on Michael as she took Trevor's long cock in her mouth. He wasn't as thick as the others but was longer, much longer than her mouth could take, so she swallowed to take his full length. Their sexy practice sessions during lazy afternoons were paying off in her new skill.

He also liked to have his balls sucked and licked, and the masculine growls assured her she was doing it right. She loved the taste and feel of pleasuring each of them individually and together. The feminine power swelled in her each time the smells, touches and sounds made her drip.

Cool hands nudged her thighs apart and she shook with anticipation, eager to comply. Cody settled on his back, his tongue in line with the bottom of her sensitive clit. As the leader of the pack, so to speak, he was very gifted in following the every direction of her body. For all their talk and teasing, she knew at the heart of their relationship, her body was in charge.

Trevor came fast, his salty cum exploding deep in her mouth in a wave of curses from above. Michael pulled away from her hand as she desperately swallowed and tried to catch her breath.

Replacing Michael, Trevor joined her on the blanket a moment later and palmed her breasts while he plundered her mouth. With the pressure on her lips and breasts, the tender licks and friction from Cody's hard fingers brought her perilously close to climax.

Trevor eased her upper body down until she was on hands and knees. He settled beneath her perpendicular to continue kissing without interrupting Cody, but putting her in position to receive whatever Michael had to give. She wiggled her bottom to entice him to replace Cody's decidedly wonderful fingers with his thicker, longer, delicious cock.

"Michael.” She pouted, begging when he continued to delay. “Please."

"Patience, sweetheart.” Trevor's harsh whisper didn't help.

Where Michael could settle her with a few words, Trevor never ceased to light her on fire with the same. There was a husky quality to his voice, like a hard lick to her clit that managed to be a touch rough without being abrasive.

His voice described so much about his personality for her. Rough around the edges but gold on the inside. Gushy thoughts of Trevor fled when Michael finally slid between her waiting thighs. She was so wet, and she felt herself grab and suck him in inch by inch with greedy longing.

Cody shifted closer to Trevor but kept his middle finger on her clit as he kissed her belly and kept rhythm, while Michael's cock continued to work in and out. She felt herself coming hard in moments, all the way from her pelvis to her back, head to toes.

She fell to her elbows, Trevor catching her before her face hit and eased her down gently. The practiced, intense thrusts from behind never slowed and Michael came moments later. The warmth of his cum dripping and pulsing inside her made a delicious contrast to the cooler air around them.

He helped her to her back, the blanket a welcome buffer from the cold floor though she was nearly too far gone to notice the comfort. Cody took advantage of the new position, moving close so her hips cradled his while the other two men cuddled close to her sides. Stroking her thighs and arms, they kept her stationary so the thrusting didn't move her off the blanket.

She kissed them in turns as Cody brought her to orgasm once more. The lazy rhythm far from put her to sleep, but left her whimpering in pleasure and exhaustion.

"Easy, princess, easy.” Michael pulled one of their flannel shirts around her shivering body when Cody moved aside, catching his breath. Even in good shape, sex winded him in a way she found adorable. “Trev, she's hyperventilating again. Sit her up. Cody, is there a bag?"

"I'm fine.” She took an exaggerated breath and snuggled to Trevor's bare chest. “Just a little overwhelmed, but still breathing. It's warmer in here than I'd have thought."

"Horses.” Cody took a long, leisurely lick of the top of her thigh and nearly got her attention focused to sex again, nearly. “You're so damn pretty, Poppy. We don't deserve a woman like you."

"I know,” she said, letting him shuffle her jeans up her legs. “I spoil you boys but someone has to. I am tired, you three wore me out. I've got a dollar for whoever's willing to carry my big butt to a shower."

"I happen to adore this big butt, and I'll carry you.” Unfortunately Trevor was already buttoning his jeans. She'd rather he stay naked so she could keep looking at him. Maybe for the next fifty years.

"Busted wing, Middle Man.” Michael lifted her in his arms while Trevor scowled. “You can even keep your dollar, beautiful."

Stepping close before Michael could leave the barn, Cody sweetly rubbed her stomach. “I love seeing this little belly. Jeans too tight, huh? How about a shopping trip? Maybe we could get a few things for the girls too. We won't get anything too big but maybe a couple blankets or something would be okay."

"I always wanted teddy bears.” The confession immediately brought to mind her childhood bedroom. No bears, no trains. There had been plenty of tea sets and pink, because they were all her sisters’ hand-me-downs. “I mean dollies. Little girls like dollies."

"Baby Boy already has toy cows. He's got a hard-on for pure bred angus, even in the stuffed variety,” Trevor announced. “So teddy bears should fit right in, cars and trains too. I like trains. Thomas and I saw the coolest set online the other night."

"Tomboys? Duane and I already have tea parties planned, assholes.” Poppy was amazed when Michael kept steady pace and side kicked Trevor in the butt. “We can have boys next time. Sue me if ribbons and curls don't bother me, but I like teddy bears too, beautiful. We need to start getting stuff for you and the girls. They'll be here before we know it according to Mom. Have you ever been to the west coast, beautiful?"

"No, we didn't go on vacations. They're a waste of time and money."

Her sisters had described the vacations they took before her birth in vivid detail while shooting her dirty looks every spring when break came around and they stayed home. Their mother had loved to travel to national parks and museums. They hadn't gone to theme parks, but twice a year they'd gotten away as a family and had fun. Those trips stopped cold with Poppy's birth, and they made sure she knew.

She didn't know why her family was suddenly popping up in her head. Talking about the babies made her think of how screwed up they really were. She wished she could bring her babies into a better world with a huge assortment of extended family to love and adore them.

"You're in luck, sweetheart. I've got more money and time than I know what to do with.” Trevor's comment was a welcome break from the path her thoughts were taking. “And I need you to be comfortable so my babies can grow."

"My babies, suck-head. I can buy you pants.” With his announcement, Michael carried her out of the barn. Despite the creative insult he had for his brothers, Michael's words never failed to remind her they were her family and they loved her. “Soft ones, with lots of room to grow."

"Good, because I am hungry again.” Yawning to fight back sentimental, hormone tears, she changed the subject. “Duane said I could try yogurt today."

"I'll get it,” Cody promised, turning to the kitchen as Michael carried her toward her bedroom.

"My hero. Thanks, Baby Boy.” Michael laid her on her bed, and she was content to leave her eyes closed while they leisurely undressed her. “Michael, what do they call you? Trev is Middle Man, Cody's Baby Boy, Michael is..."

"Ah, Big Guy.” Embarrassment filled his voice, and when she opened her eyes it was matched with the pink in his cheeks. “Doesn't fit so much now."

"Only because the other two are freaks."

"Freaks with big cocks,” Trevor added with a smirk for his brother.

"And a broken arm.” With the parting shot made, Michael carried her to the shower. She peeked over his shoulder and giggled at Trevor flipping him off but blowing her kisses at the same time.

Brotherly silliness aside, Poppy smiled when Michael's naked body pressed against her.

"Big Guy,” she mused, soaping his chest. “I like it."

"It doesn't fit anymore,” he insisted, taking the washcloth from her and running it down her back so she pressed to his front.

"Sweetie, you are plenty big where it counts."

"Not the biggest.” His cock was thick and long against her belly, but not as long as Trevor's, or as thick as Cody's.

"Always thinking of Little Michael, who, by the way, is much larger than average, as I'm sure you know.” She traced her fingers through the soap bubbles on his chest. “And I meant your heart, ya dummy. You're an incredibly thoughtful and sweet man. Do you have any idea how special I feel when I talk with you, knowing you listen and value my opinions? Knowing you worry about me and you actually think about whether I've had enough to eat or if I'm warm enough at night is amazing."

"Of course I do those things.” Gently, he separated their hug to wash her stomach and thighs. “Cody said you aren't ready to hear it but I love you, Poppy. I always want you to feel warm and special. You do the same for me."