8. CHAPTER SIX
CHAPTER SIX
BLAKE
Now
W e make it through dinner, then move to the large lounge for a round of drinks before Heather gives an exaggerated yawn, announcing that it’s time for her and George to go to bed. The conversation has been light and comfortable, and no one is asking me any more questions. It seems they are all here to relax and just enjoy each other’s company rather than engage in any competitive games. Daisy explained on the drive up that her father and brother are fiercely competitive, and things can get heated, so I’m glad no one is suggesting any tonight.
Maybe it is because Valentine’s Day is tomorrow that everyone is in a more relaxed mood. My head is a little fuzzy from the couple of drinks I’ve had, making me feel loose and relaxed. Daisy hiccups next to me. She’s on her third glass of wine, and I’m getting worried she’s going to end up plastered. Her eyes are a little glassy, a lopsided, relaxed smile playing on her lips.
I wrap my arm around her shoulder, scooting her closer. She stiffens but lets me press my lips to her ear. “If you drink too much, I can’t devour your pussy when we get back to the cabin.”
She hiccups and then looks up at me with soft eyes. She is so fucking sweet. Leaning down, I press my lip to hers, feeling her release a small sigh.
“We can’t,” she says against my mouth. “It’s not a good idea.”
I glance up as Lily and Kane leave the room. Forest rises from his seat and pulls Amber up. She giggles and looks over at us.
“We’re going to go to the cabin.” Amber raises her brows at Daisy. “To sleep. ”
Forest rolls his eyes, tugging her along. “Hurry. I have a feeling I’ll need my earplugs again.”
Daisy lets out a little gasp next to me. The second the room is empty, she scoots away and turns to face me. The fireplace blazes behind her, giving her soft hair a slight red glow. I want to run my fingers through it, but her expression makes me think twice.
“We can’t do this, Blake.” her words spill out with a slight slur. “You don’t want a relationship and neither do I.”
“I’m not trying to move in with you,” I say with a light laugh. What the fuck is wrong with me? It’s like my words and my mind can’t get aligned. Everything I say sounds like I’m an asshole looking for an easy fuck. That I came on this trip so I could have sex, then leave her. I’m acting as if I don’t want her so badly it physically hurts.
“I’m not a one-night stand person.” She downs the rest of her glass with one gulp. “I’ve never even had one.”
“Technically, it would be two nights.”
She lets out an exasperated sigh that’s mixed with a bit of a frustrated chuckle and stands up. Her movements are a little sloppy, so now I know she is drunk but not hammered. Thank goodness. Normally, women loosen up after a few drinks and can hardly wait to take my pants off. Not Daisy. A few glasses of wine and she’s trying to be practical. Like she’s trying to make up for being tipsy by being a responsible adult. Which fucking sucks.
She slumps down next to me, limbs going loose. “I’m so tired of living in after-Jim.”
“After-gym?” I ask. What is an after-gym? Does she mean post-gym? She used to work out, now she doesn’t?
Note to self: Find out what an after-gym is.
She waves my question away. “This is all pretend, Blake. I can’t afford you catching feelings and falling in love with me after this weekend.”
“You’re right.” I match her slightly playful tone. “You are very enticing, so I’d probably become obsessed.”
She has no idea. I barely have even touched her and I’m a mess. I’ve been craving her, wanting more and more of her since I saw her.
“See?” She slaps at my arm. “I don’t want to feel guilty for handing you over this sweet pussy and then taking it back.”
She just went from adorable to utterly tantalizing.
A yawn escapes, and she covers her mouth. “I’m tired.”
Rising from the sofa, I help her into her coat, then usher her to the door. Outside, the night air is frigid, scented with fresh earth and pine. We walk slowly along the path and I offer my arm, which she takes, leaning into me. She looks up at the clear sky as we walk, bumping into me with each step. She’s drunker than I thought, which douses the fire that has been smoldering in me all night. Every bite, every sip of wine as we ate dinner was distracting. All I could think about was her mouth on my cock. How it would feel to slip my fingers inside her. I had been cursing her damn sister for the interruption even though I knew I wouldn’t have been able to take her there; I wanted a taste. Even if it was just hearing her moan quietly as I worked my fingers deep into her, feeling her heat and wetness all over my hand.
Stop Blake. You’re acting like a horny teenager. I adjust my dick, straining at just the thought of her. I distract myself by looking up at the stars with her. It looks like someone tossed a handful of glitter into the night sky.
“I always forget how bright the stars are,” Daisy says, clutching my arm. She’s shivering, so I move my arm, forcing her to let go, and wrap it around her shoulders. We’re close to the cabin, so she will be warm soon.
“You don’t leave the city much?” I ask, looking over at her in the dark. The pathway is lit with tiny little bulbs strung between the few trees, washing her delicate features in golden light. I want to stop her right now, wrap her in my arms. Kiss her full lips until she’s whimpering and begging me to take her. But she’s made it clear that isn’t what she wants. I never should have said I don’t want a relationship. Even though I know it’s a terrible idea and that I’m bad for her, I didn’t spend two months drinking coffee and waiting for her to appear three times a week because I simply wanted to fuck her.
Note to self: Be more honest when you talk to Daisy. She isn’t into games. If I’m honest about my intentions, maybe she will see that…
See what, Blake? There is no rewriting history. You’re a fucking criminal. Everything about you is bad for her. Your entire being is nothing she wants in a man. No amount of justifying or manipulating will change that. It’s best to walk away, just as we agreed, and move on. No more going to the cafe so you can watch her sip her coffee and write in her notebooks. No more looking at her social media accounts. No more obsessing over a woman you can’t have.
“Not as much as I’d like,” she says, making me remember I had asked her a question. “I’d love to live someplace like this. Away from everything.”
“It’s my dream to own a house by the ocean,” I say.
“Why don’t you?” she asks. “Your business is remote, right? You can live anywhere. ”
The truth almost escapes my lips, but I catch myself. Something about her makes me want to confess everything. Like when I spilled the truth about following her to the coffeehouse. Lying to her feels awful. She’s so good and pure and I’m staining her whenever I open my mouth. But I’d stain her worse if she knew the truth.
“I guess I’m just waiting for the right time,” I say. We walk in silence the rest of the way.
Inside the cabin, one of the staff has lit the fire, and it burns in a low smolder in the hearth. Daisy mumbles something and disappears into the bathroom. I move the screen aside and stoke it, adding a log. I sit in the overstuffed chair, watching the flames lick up the log, wondering how I’m going to get through tomorrow. Her family isn’t as awful as she says, but she is a bit of an outcast. The little time I spent with them, it’s obvious they are close. The bathroom door opens and Daisy walks out, her hair in a towel, a white robe wrapped around her.
She looks at the fire, then at me, then at the bedroom door. Before I can tell her she can sit with me and talk for a bit, another huge yawn breaks out and she covers her mouth with her hand. “I’m going to bed.”
“Goodnight, Daisy,” I say .
She hesitates, wants to say more, but walks to the bedroom, closing the door. The woman cannot seem to make a decision. Daisy’s let me kiss her, and not just polite pecks. She’s kissed me just as deeply as I kissed her. I almost had my hands inside her pants. She had said yes. Then it was like someone had flipped a switch.
My cock hardens again. I tug at my pants, trying to readjust myself once again. I can’t keep walking around like some crazed sex maniac, getting hard every time she looks at me. It’s been months since I’ve fucked anyone. When I was released, there was one uneventful evening with a woman I picked up in a bar. I haven’t bothered since. But it’s like Daisy’s made up of something entirely different from other women. Something in her drives me completely wild.
I tug again at my dick as images of Daisy flood my mind. Her smile, the way her mouth tastes, the softness of her skin. I rub the front of my jeans harder, stopping at the tip of my cock and squeezing it through the fabric. A light hiss escapes me as I breathe out. I glance at the bedroom door, then to the bathroom. I could take a quick shower and rub one out.
The bedroom door opens and Daisy steps out. I sit upright, resting my ankle on my knee to hide my erection. She steps forward and I notice she’s wearing a long thin t-shirt that barely reaches her thighs. With her hair wet, it’s darker than its usual the honey color, falling in waves around her shoulders. The fire makes her skin look like it’s brushed with yellow light.
Fuck. This isn’t helping.
“This is pretend?” She speaks so quietly it takes a second for her words to register.
“Pretend?” I ask.
“This weekend,” she says, stepping closer. She’s halfway between the bedroom and the chair I’m sitting in. “This weekend is all pretend?”
For a second, I’m unsure of her meaning, but I realize what she’s asking. “This weekend is pretend.”
So much for being honest with her, Blake. Why don’t you lie some more?
“You’re my fake boyfriend, so I can do whatever I want to you?”
Fuck . I’d lie every single lie I could come up with if it means she does what she wants with me. I’ll take anything I can get from her. She steps even closer, so she’s now only a few feet away.
“What is it you’d like to do to me?” I ask, working to keep my voice steady and confident .
Her eyes glide over me, stopping at the bulge in my jeans. It’s hard to hide at this point. When she licks her lips, I suppress a moan.
“I want you in my mouth.” Her voice is husky, full of need. “I want…” her voice trails off, her thighs pressing together.
“You want me to lick your pussy,” I say for her. I grip my cock through my jeans again. Her eyes dart to my hand, so I stroke my length, lowering my leg so she can see what she’s doing to me. She’s so fucking sexy. Innocent and needy, wanting me so badly, she can’t resist coming to me. “Is that what you really want?”
Her eyes move from my hand, up my chest, to my mouth. I’m beginning to think she’s just good at hiding how desperately she wants me, and the last twelve hours have been her resisting what she really wants.
“No strings attached, no feelings, no broken promises?” she asks, barely audible above the noise in my head.
Broken Promises? Broken promises instead of just promises. I want to growl with the rage that bubbles up inside me. She’s been horribly hurt. There wasn’t evidence of a previous relationship when I dug through her accounts. There were random pictures of men with her in different places, but nothing that showed any serious relationship. Maybe she deleted them. Has someone hurt her so terribly that she removed all evidence of their existence from her life? The urge to hold her close overwhelms me, almost making me rise from my seat, but that would just freak her out. She said no emotions. No strings attached. She’s asking me to fuck and leave it at that. So I remain seated and go back to stroking my cock through my jeans.
“If that is what you want,” I tell her. I’ll take her any way I can get her.
She bites her lip. With a slight now, she steps a little closer. Leaning forward, I brush the backs of my fingers to her hand, urging her to move closer. She steps in front of me, looking down at me with hooded eyes. She may still be a little tipsy, but not enough to impair her judgment.
“That’s what I want,” she says.
Running my fingers lightly up her thigh, I watch her eyes closely, waiting for a hint she’s changed her mind, or the sign I should continue. I stop just under the shirt, then lean forward and cup her ass. Fuck . She’s not wearing anything under this shirt.
She grips my shoulder to stay upright as I pull her toward me and press my face to the front of her shirt, right over her mound. A rush of air escapes her, as I breathe her in, squeezing her ass tighter.
“You’re driving me mad,” I grind out, barely able to think straight. She smells so good. Like soap and fabric softener. And something else. Something slightly floral that I think is just her. Gripping her ass, I wrap her legs around my hips as I stand. Her arms lock around my neck, anchoring her to me. She buries her face in my neck as I walk us to the bedroom. Placing her down on the edge of the bed, I cover her mouth with mine. She whimpers, pressing her body into me. Pure liquid heat shoots up my spine.
I slide to the floor, kneeling at the foot of the bed, dragging her to the edge. Daisy weaves her fingers into my hair, making these small animalistic sounds as her tongue explores my mouth, making me impossibly hard. I break away and trail kisses from her mouth, to her jaw, to her neck. “Take your shirt off.”
She pulls at her shirt and it’s gone within seconds, falling to the floor by my knees. I lean back on my heels, drinking in the sight of her. I’ve spent weeks wondering what Daisy looked like under all her layers, and she’s right here in front of me, offering herself with such hunger in her eyes that it nearly takes my breath away. She’s all soft curves, lean legs, small perfect breasts, the nipples hard little pebbles.
I run a hand up the inside of her thigh, savoring every inch of her. “Tell me what you want.”
Her chest flushes red. “You. This.”
“You want me to taste you?”
She bites her lip, nearly making me come undone. “Yes.”
Putting light pressure on her thighs, I meet her gaze. “Open for me.”
Slowly, Daisy lets her thighs part as I run my hands up her inner thighs toward her center. She shivers, her nipples tightening even more. She grips one and rolls it between her fingers. My mouth waters, wanting to suck the rosy nub into my mouth as much as I want to slip my tongue into her pussy. I close my eyes briefly to collect myself. Everything in me screams to rush. To take her. Slide my tongue through her folds. Thrust into her fast and greedy, driving into her over and over. But, I have to go slow. I need to savor every moment.
“Open wider.” I’m so hard I can feel the moisture on the head of my cock dampening a spot on my jeans. Taking her foot in my hand, I marvel at how small she is as I place it at the edge of the bed. She brings her other leg up, so she’s spread wide for me. Light from the fire in the other room glistens over her pussy, showing me just how wet and ready she is. I tear my eyes from her folds and find her watching me. Running my fingers lightly over her thighs, I stop just before I reach her center. “Tell me how much you want this.”
I lean forward, pressing my nose to her, breathing her in for a moment. The second I touch my tongue to her, a groan breaks from me. This. This. This. I’d fucking crawl through glass to taste her every day. With desperate hunger coursing through me, I flick my tongue over her clit, then slide it down, running my tongue from the crack of her ass up to her clit.
Daisy sucks in a breath, her words whispered out in a low moan. “Yes, like that.”
One hand moves to her slick folds to spread herself. I lean forward, circling her clit with my tongue, and suck her into my mouth. She lets out a loud rush of air. I release her with a slight pop, making her entire body jerk.
“Please, more,” she begs, trying to spread her legs wider. She arches her back, scooting even close to the edge of the bed.
Fuck. How did I get so lucky? Watching her every reaction, I take one finger and circle her clit before sliding it slowly into her. Her jaw clenches and she rocks forward, trying to get my finger deeper. It hurts how badly I want to be inside her. “That’s right, fuck my hand, sweet girl.”
She whimpers as I move it in and out, tilting forward to meet my hand. I press my tongue to her again. I circle, lick, and suck at her, loving the small gasps she makes. She circles her hips, tugging at my hair, chasing her release. I drive my tongue into her center, tasting her salty sweetness. She cries out, bucking wildly, removing her hand so she can grip my head. I wrap my arms around her thighs, keeping her pinned to my mouth.
“Fuck,” she says, her voice husky with need. “I’m so close.”
I keep up the rhythm, licking and sucking a little harder with each pass. Her thighs close around my ears, and she pulls me harder to her, her entire body clenching. Wetness floods my mouth as she lets out a long throaty moan and shudders before falling still. I lick her again, savoring the sweetness, and she jerks, shoving my head away.
“Too much,” she says, breathless.
Letting go of her thighs, I stand over her. She sits up, propping herself on her elbows, her legs falling to the floor. I take in the beauty of her and all her soft curves. It feels unreal, standing above her after dreaming about this for weeks.
“You’re so fucking beautiful,” I whisper.
She gives me a smirk, opening her legs wider.
She’s greedy like me. More. More. More .
I pull my shirt over my head and drop it to the floor. Her eyes grow wide at the sight of me and she immediately sits up, placing her hands on my stomach. Her warm finger slides up, following the plains of my chest, then smooths back down again. Daisy slides her fingers down my sides, then trails them along the chevron of muscle near my hips. She leans in and licks one side, then the other, the heat of her tongue igniting a fire in me. My dick strains so hard against my jeans it almost hurts. I unzip them and free myself.
“Shit.” Her eyes run greedily over me. “You’re huge.”
Taking my cock in my hand, I stroke it for her. Daisy licks her lips and slides her fingers under the waist of my pants, dragging them fully down my thighs, so I can step out of them.
“You were going commando.” Daisy grips the base of my cock, replacing my hand, slowly moving up and down.
Everything in me tightens. I shake my head. I’m about to do what no man in his right mind would do. Refuse a blowjob. “Not yet.” She tilts her head up to look at me. “I won’t last. I need you now.”
Her green eyes search my face for a moment, and then she releases me and slides back on the bed, letting her legs fall open. The sight of her, vulnerable and ready, sets my blood on fire. I move to crawl onto the bed, but pause. In one quick motion, I have my wallet and remove a condom.
“Thank goodness,” Daisy breathes, looking up at the ceiling. “I was trying to decide.”
She would have let me fuck her bare? Fuck. I glance at the condom, but she pulls me forward, wrapping her thighs around my waist, making all other thoughts melt away. Those warm fingers weave into my hair and she presses her mouth to mine, sliding her tongue across my lips. I slick my tongue against hers, tasting her the way I did her pussy, slipping inside her, devouring her mouth until we are both breathless.
She tilts her hips upward as I grip my cock and slide it between her folds. I bite her lip as she whimpers, then nip down her jaw to her throat. I continue biting softly until I reach her breast, then take the tiny bud between my teeth and flick it with my tongue.
“Please, Blake.” She grips my dick and slides it over her wet center.
The feel of her sends pleasure tingling up my spine. Her touches and moans are unbearable, so I kneel back and quickly sheath myself in the condom. Gripping her thighs, I spread her legs, lifting her hips to meet me. In one quick thrust, I drive into her. She cries out at the shock of me and I still.
“Fuck,” I grind out. She is so fucking tightly wrapped around me, if I move, I may come immediately. Squeezing my eyes shut, I resist the urge to pump mindlessly into her.
The small whimper she lets out makes me worry that I hurt her in my insane need to take her, but I feel her hips moving, trying to create friction.
“You’re so big.” Her fingers tangle in the blankets, her hips grinding again into me. I move slowly until she adjusts to me. She reaches above her and grips the headboard. “So big.”
I lean back, angling myself to see my cock slide in and out. One hand rests on her hip, the other roughly slipping her wetness over her clit. She lets out a throaty groan and grinds into me, her back arching off the bed. I thrust into her again, deeper, harder. Each time I drive into her, I watch her movements, matching her rhythm repeatedly until I’m sliding in and out at a steady, quick pace. Every time I drive in, her breaths hitch, like she’s shocked at how good it feels. I feast on the sight of her wrapped tightly around my cock, moving in and out of her pussy, slick from her, my thumb gliding over her clit. How her breasts move with each deep thrust. I move my hand her from hip and place it low on her belly, pressing down, feeling my cock hitting deep inside her under my palm. She lets out a strangled, gravelly sound, her movements growing wilder.
It’s too much.
“Daisy.” As I say her name, I’m not sure if it’s a warning or a plea.
Her back arches, and she cries out, tilting her head back. Her body clenches tightly around my cock, pulsing as her release rips through her. That’s all it takes, and I come undone. Gripping her hips, I drive into her hard. One. Two. Three times, before my release tears through me, shattering the world away. My head falls back, and I groan, pumping slowly into her as the orgasm fades. My eyes clear and I realize I’m still gripping her thighs, seated deeply inside her. I look down to find her eyes wide and staring at me.
“Holy fucking shit,” she breathes, her gaze sliding from my face to my chest, over my abs, to where our bodies meet. “Watching you come was the sexiest damn thing I’ve ever seen in my life.”
With a chuckle, I loosen my grip and I fall over her, placing little kisses in the center of her chest.
“You’re pretty fucking sexy,” I say, moving up to her mouth and kissing her lazily. It feels like every muscle in my body was just wrung out. I pull out of her and roll off the bed .
“Blake,” she says. The sultry tone in her voice sends electric tingles down my spine. “I’m a liar. I’ve wanted to spread my legs for you the second I saw you.”