Chapter 7
SEVEN
Daisy
I wake up with a moan on my lips. Blinking my eyes open, I look down to see Ledger between my legs. He’s been eating me out on and off all night. I swear the man can’t get enough of me.
Not that I’m complaining.
“Morning,” I gasp.
“Needed you again,” he grunts.
“So needy. How will you ever live without me?” I tease.
We both tense at my words. I swallow hard. We’ve been dancing around the topic of him leaving in a few days, and I didn’t mean to ruin the mood by bringing it up now.
“Well, I hope I never have to find out,” he replies.
I jerk as he kisses my clit. “Me too.”
He gives me a devilish smirk before diving face-first into my pussy again, licking and sucking me from one orgasm to another. My hands tangle in his short hair, tugging on the soft strands.
“Are you trying to take this away from me?” he asks, slipping a finger inside me.
“Oh!” I cry out, trying to focus on what he’s asking.
“Hmm?”
“I need you,” I gasp. “Inside me.”
“I am inside you.”
“You know what I mean!”
“I’m not sure I do. Can you be more specific?”
I look down to see him smiling smugly.
“I need you to fuck me with your big cock. Now!” I snap.
His eyes heat.
Then he pounces.
His lips land on mine, and I moan as I taste myself on his mouth and tongue. His cock lines up with my opening, and we both cry out as he thrusts into me.
“Still sore?” he asks, looking concerned.
I shake my head. “I mean, I am, but not enough for you to stop.”
He starts to pull out of me. “I don’t want to hurt you.”
“Don’t you dare!” I hiss, locking my feet around his back. “I need you.”
“You can have my mouth and hands, Daisy.”
I pout. “I need your dick!”
“I’ll make it good for you,” he promises.
I glare at him as he pulls out of me.
An idea hits me, and I push on his shoulder, rolling him onto his back. He looks surprised by the movement, but before he can stop me, I straddle him and slide down his cock.
“FUCK!” he shouts.
I moan, bracing my hands on his chest as I rock on top of him.
“Jesus Christ, Daisy,” he snaps.
I smile sweetly. “I need this.”
He growls, cupping the back of my head and tugging me down to his lips. I kiss him, bucking my hips on top of him. He groans as he grips my ass, moving me up and down his length, and I gasp as my clit rubs against him.
I’m already so close to coming. Kissing him harder, I lean forward to rub my nipples against his chest.
“So hot, Daisy. You’re so fucking hot,” he pants.
I push on his chest and sit up again, wrapping my hands around the headboard so I can fuck him harder. The bed squeaks, and the frame scrapes along the floor with my harsh movements. I cry out as I splinter apart around him.
“That’s it, baby. Take it all. Ride me just like that. Fuck!” he grits out.
“Ledger!” I sob his name as I come.
My arms give out, and I collapse onto his chest, my heart racing and my breath coming in harsh pants.
Ledger grabs my hips and drags me up and down his length—once, twice—then shouts my name as he comes inside me.
I’m a sweaty, boneless doll on top of him. Resting my cheek against his chest, I enjoy the pleasure of being close to him.
“You know,” I say once I catch my breath. “Today is a pretty slow day at the salon. Just two appointments. I could reschedule them and take the day off.”
“Yeah?” he asks with a sly grin. “And what would we do instead?”
“I have a few ideas,” I admit, pressing a kiss to his chest.
“More tacos?”
I laugh. “Sure, I’m always up for tacos.”
“What else will we do?”
“Oh, my god! I thought you were being cute, but you really need to know, don’t you? You don’t like surprises.”
“No, I don’t.” He sighs. “I’m too Type A. I need to know so I can make plans.”
“Is that a military thing or a Ledger thing?” I ask as I crawl out of bed.
“Both, I guess. I was like this growing up, but the military kind of made it worse.”
“It’s not a bad thing,” I correct him. “I wish I were organized and put together like you are.”
“I like your chaos,” he says, wrapping his arms around my waist.
“Really?” I look at him skeptically.
“Uh-huh,” he murmurs, kissing my neck.
“So, you don’t mind that I’m messy and disorganized?”
“Nope.”
“Come here.” I take his hand and lead him to my closet.
I watch his face as I pull open the door. His eyebrows raise when he sees the mess inside. Clothes are piled on the floor and spilling out of the hamper. Shoes, books, and other hobby stuff I gave up on clutter the space.
“How do you find anything?”
I snort. “It’s a struggle.”
“I could organize it. Set up a system,” he offers, looking almost excited to clean up my mess.
“Yeah? Is that how you want to spend my day off?”
He shakes his head. “Hell, no. I’ll do it tomorrow when you’re at work or the day after.”
“You don’t have to do any of that. This is supposed to be a vacation for you. You should be out hiking or seeing the sights.”
“I’ve hiked. We’ve been to town. I’ve seen the sights,” he says.
“No, it’s fine. I’ll deal with the mess later. Come on, let’s shower and go out for breakfast.”
My fantasy of showering together is popped as soon as I step into the shower and realize that there’s not enough room for both of us.
“How do you feel about a little remodel in here?” Ledger asks as he leans against the wall and watches me with hungry eyes.
“I think I need to fix the back porch and the roof first before I tackle things that are still working.” I sigh.
“We’ll make a list.”
“You and your lists.” I laugh. “In all honesty, though,” I continue as I rinse the soap off my body and step out so he can get in. “I don’t have enough money for a remodel. Not right now. I don’t even have enough money to fix the urgent stuff.”
“That’s why you were looking for a roommate,” he says quietly.
I wrap a towel around my body and another around my hair. When I look back at him, he’s watching me, a gentle look in his dark blue eyes.
“We’ll figure it out together,” he says firmly.
I nod, but inside, I’m freaking out.
I guess it’s a good sign that he’s making plans for the future, but whenever I think about us being together after this week, my mind blanks. I’m not sure what our relationship will look like or how I’ll handle it.
Neither of us has brought up the future except in vague terms. I can’t tell if we’re both avoiding it, or if Ledger is afraid to hurt me with what he knows it will be like.
We need to talk about it before he leaves or before I become a tense ball of anxiety, but I push those thoughts aside for the day. If I’m going to play hooky and spend the day with him, I want it to be light and happy. I want to have this day as a happy memory for when he’s gone.
“I’m going to go call and reschedule my clients,” I tell him.
In the bedroom, I grab my phone, but I hit Alexi’s number before I call my clients.
“Hey!” she greets.
I smile. “You sound so much better!”
Alexi laughs. “I feel better. That medicine you got me seems to have worked.”
“That’s great! I guess I can cancel that doctor’s appointment.”
She huffs. “Ugh, yes, please do.”
“I was calling to check in and see if you needed anything. Ledger and I are spending the day together and could stop by if you need me to grab you something.”
“Nah, I’m good. How’s your man?”
I can picture her grinning and wiggling her eyebrows. “He’s good. He’s in the shower right now.”
“And you’re talking to me!?” she shouts.
“I already took a shower… and I got to see him up close last night,” I say with a giggle.
“Daisy! Oh, my gosh! I need all the details!”
“I know. I’ll catch you up later, okay?”
“Tease.”
“Later!”
“Fine. Cancel the doctor’s appointment.”
“Will do. Talk to you later.”
“Love you, bye!”
“Love you, bye,” I reply.
We hang up, and I click on the email link to cancel the doctor’s appointment before calling my clients to reschedule them for the following day. Luckily for me, both of them are understanding and cool with changing dates.
“What are we going to do?” Ledger asks, entering the bedroom with a towel wrapped low around his waist.
My mouth waters at the sight, and I swallow hard.
“We could go for a hike? Or I could show you my favorite places in town,” I suggest.
“Yeah, we can do both,” he says, prowling closer. “There’s just something I need to do first,” he adds, his voice low and husky.
“What’s that?” I whisper.
He doesn’t answer. Instead, he kisses me, his hands cradling my face.
I moan, leaning into him, and both of our towels drop to the floor.
It’s a long time before we’re ready to leave the house again.