Chapter 2
Daisy
“What did you do?” I murmured to myself as I stared at my reflection in the mirror.
The water had done a lot to clear away the fog of alcohol that had still been hanging over me in the hours since I’d gotten back to the motel, but I was still feeling light-headed.
Unfortunately, the buzz that had kept me from remembering exactly what I’d said to Cash and Sage just a few short minutes ago was fading fast and I could feel – and see – my cheeks burning with embarrassment.
Holy hell, had I really asked them if they thought Memphis and his men were all together at the same time or took turns with one another? I groaned and hung my head.
Please, God, don’t let me have asked Memphis or any of the other men involved in a threesome relationship that very thing.
It was bad enough that Sage wasn’t going to let me live it down. I’d die of embarrassment if any of the other men I worked with on a daily basis brought it up.
This whole thing was proof that I didn’t belong out here in the real world. It was just too damn hard. I liked it better when the men I worked with were heaping their praise on me over the phone, not in person.
Because when I was on the phone, I was Daisy Washburne, IT girl extraordinaire. In person I was awkward, weird, bumbling Daisy who just didn’t quite fit.
It wasn’t that any of Ronan’s men had ever made me feel that way in the nine months since I’d joined the team.
No, it was a sentiment that still lingered from my childhood and that I often applied to people who looked at me with that little bit of confusion – like they didn’t exactly know what to make of me.
I couldn’t really blame them. After all, I didn’t really fit the typical mold of a girl who found more comfort sitting in front of a computer screen chatting with other computer nerds all day and all night than out in the real world talking to actual people.
I wasn’t some skinny chick with small boobs and cute hair in a sexy, boyish style who knew how to rock black clothes, piercings, and heavy makeup.
No, I was most at home in loose sweats and a faded, too-big T-shirt that did nothing to hide my ample endowments.
My eyes fell to my chest and I shook my head in disbelief.
Had I really been sitting outside my door with no bra beneath my bulky T-shirt and my favorite hot pink boyshort underwear for all the world to see?
Complaining about wanting chocolate.
And how hot it was to see two guys kiss.
And that no one had asked me to dance.
No… that Cash and Sage hadn’t been the ones to ask me to dance.
God, could I have made an even bigger fool of myself?
“Damn champagne,” I muttered as I forced myself to straighten.
I tugged at the knot I’d twisted my hair into so that it wouldn’t get wet while I showered and then snagged a dry towel off the rack.
Even though my T-shirt fell well below my upper thighs, I wasn’t about to risk giving the two men in the other room another show, so I wrapped the towel around my waist and knotted it.
As much as I wanted to just hide out in the bathroom until I was told someone had arrived to open my door for me, I knew it would make me look even more foolish than I already did and I wanted to save what little scraps of dignity I could, since I had to work with these guys for the foreseeable future.
God, Sage was going to have the best time teasing me about this. And Cash… hell, who knew what Cash would do.
The two men were so very different, yet there was something about them that was just so…
I sighed because I didn’t have an explanation for what they were.
I’d spent way too much time tonight watching the pair interact, and it had been one of the reasons I’d found myself reaching for one champagne flute after another.
I’d already guessed Sage and Cash were a couple, but seeing them tonight had confirmed it and I’d hated the feeling of loss that had gone through me.
Which was utterly ridiculous because I had absolutely no interest in Sage Brighton and his flirtatious ways.
Or Cash Malloy’s solid strength and mysterious demeanor.
And there was nothing at all about the way they’d whispered to one another or the subtle looks and touches they’d shared during that reception that had made something inside of me positively vibrate with need.
No, nothing at all.
“Liar,” I whispered.
And I positively hadn’t gotten all flustered when they’d shaken my hand and said my name with those deep, raspy voices.
I didn’t wait for my inner voice to call me out on the obvious lie a second time. Instead, I steeled myself to face them when I opened the bathroom door.
As I walked through the door, I looked down one last time to make sure the towel was secure around my hips.
So I didn’t see them right away.
But I heard them.
I mean, really heard them.
Like no-mistaking-what-they-were-doing heard them.
“Not yet, baby. Gonna play for a bit.”
Even though my brain understood the meaning behind those words, it couldn’t make sense of the sight it was taking in the second I lifted my eyes.
And it most definitely wasn’t able to process the rush of heat that exploded throughout my entire body.
Heat that had absolutely nothing to do with embarrassment.
I opened my mouth to vocalize my shock, but no sound came out as I watched Sage’s naked lower half push back against the finger that was burrowed in his crack. Seconds later, said finger appeared right before Cash’s big hand landed with a resounding smack on Sage’s backside.
Sparks detonated deep inside my belly and a strange sensation built between my legs.
The same sensation I’d felt only a stirring of when I’d seen some of the men kissing their partners tonight.
I needed to turn around. I needed to speak up.
I needed to do something, anything, to make them aware of my presence.
But I could only stand there numbly as Cash grabbed Sage by the hair and forced his head back.
It looked painful, but when Sage let out a loud moan and his bright eyes fell on the face of his lover, I knew it was anything but.
I should have kept my eyes on their faces, but my brain was still in that stage of trying to catch up and I automatically lowered my gaze when I saw some movement.
And holy shit did that stirring between my legs become something else entirely.
Something in my body clawed at my insides at the sight of Cash’s dick in Sage’s hand. His long fingers were slowly sliding up and down the shaft, giving me teasing glances of ridges and veins that moved gracefully over the length of hard flesh.
What would it feel like in my hand? Soft? Hard? Both?
“Keep me on the edge,” Cash murmured, his voice thick with desire. I watched in utter shock as Sage nodded and then lowered his head back to Cash’s lap. And then I was covering my mouth with my hand as Cash’s cock disappeared completely into Sage’s mouth.
“That’s it,” Cash said softly, almost reverently, as he ran his hand over Sage’s head. Where he’d been harsh earlier as he’d grabbed Sage’s hair, he was so gentle now as he soothed his lover. And Sage seemed so…
God, he seemed so eager to please. Like he was basking in Cash’s words of praise. But seconds ago, he’d also seemed so blissfully content, even as his lover had forced his head back with what had to have been a punishing hold.
I couldn’t make sense of it.
Or my reaction to it.
Why the hell couldn’t I move? What was happening inside of me?
Logically, I knew what it was that I was feeling, but I couldn’t process the intensity of it.
I’d touched myself a few times, had managed to even bring myself to orgasm on occasion, but to have all that sensation going on within my body when no one had even touched me… or even acknowledged my presence?
What the hell was wrong with me?
I again told myself to move, to quietly step back into the bathroom until the men were done.
But my brain refused to do my bidding. And worse yet, it was on autopilot.
Because I did move back a few steps, but not to go back into the bathroom.
No, I moved so I could lean back against the doorframe, since my knees were suddenly feeling too weak to hold my own weight up. The need inside of me was becoming painful and I instinctively knew what I needed to do to stop it.
But I couldn’t.
It was wrong.
It was oh so very wrong.
But none of that mattered as my fingers left my mouth and skimmed down my throat. My skin lit up wherever I touched myself and that spot between my legs began screaming for attention.
Their attention.
As Cash leaned over Sage’s body again, I managed to suppress a moan as his finger disappeared like it had before.
Only this time, I had no doubt whatsoever about what he was doing with it.
Or the pleasure Sage was experiencing, because he moaned loudly and my eyes automatically snapped to where Sage’s mouth was consuming his lover’s cock.
His cheeks were hollowed out and I could see his hand working frantically inside of Cash’s pants.
I couldn’t stifle the little gasp that escaped my throat as I realized what exactly those fingers were playing with…
And how good they’d feel playing with me.
I closed my eyes and pressed my hand against my stomach.
My body was telling me to move my fingers lower, but that part of my brain that knew this was wrong finally kicked in and stayed my hand.
I could barely breathe as Sage’s moans of delight increased.
A strangled breath of air ripped free of my body.
I told myself not to look, but I couldn’t help myself and I opened my eyes.
And realized that my presence had finally been discovered.
I froze as my eyes connected with Cash’s. Then my brain went into overdrive and began screaming at me to move, to run, to do something.