4. Daisy
FOUR
daisy
The jacket was warm and soft and thank god for it. The wind was chilly against my legs, but worse yet, I was pretty sure the wind damn near had my ass exposed to everyone behind us.
My savior, or maybe my kidnapper, seemed to be both scary and a wet dream. He was everything I wanted to rebel with. Finally I was free, and I escaped right out from under the nose of my father at a party that was approved by him.
Fucking prick.
My father held power and he knew how to use it. He locked away my mother and me. Never allowed us out without guards. Never allowed me to date anyone he didn’t approve, and even then it was only at restaurants he approved of. What was normal?
Was this what a date might be like? A ride on the back of a motorcycle? My hands wrapped around a very obviously toned midsection. His abs were solid muscle, not that I’d admit to feeling him up instead of being smart and safe and holding on. I could do both.
The way his hands had brushed my skin? Hell, the way he used that knife. It was fucked up, but I seriously wondered what else I could have him cut off.
What else I’d let him use that knife on.
I squeezed my thighs without thinking about the man and the bike between them. But fuck, with the bike’s vibrations and the way the width of his hips spread me, well… he could have my v-card. If I had to marry some boring asshole who probably couldn’t figure out where my clit was, I deserved one or two or maybe three nights of wild dirty sex, and something about a guy whose name I didn’t even know screamed all that and more.
I closed my eyes trying to just imagine what freedom might feel like. The wind over my bare skin made me feel alive. I grabbed onto the solid body in front of me and wondered just how desperate my life had become. When people met me, all they saw was my father’s money. Hell, I wasn’t even sure my mother saw anything but dollar signs when she looked at me.
I’d traveled many places on a private jet where my tutors followed so that when I was needed, I could be paraded around, and when I wasn’t, I was locked away in a hotel like nothing had changed except the room that was my prison.
I opened my eyes as the bike slowed, and being pressed against his body like I was, I felt every turn. We were turning. Fine by me. The farther away I could get, the better. How long could I hide before someone freaked out?
How long would this man let me hide?
The engine cut and I tried to look around, but the helmet did one thing, limit exactly what I could see.
He shifted under my hands, forcing me to loosen my grip. He shifted more, turning slightly to me, and then he was pulling me off the bike. I yelped and braced myself to fall, except I didn’t. All he did was drag me around him and settle me in front of him. I squirmed and finally got my legs out of the stupid cradled position, pulling my leg between us and over the seat.
I realized my mistake the second my pelvis rested against his as I faced him.
The hand that I’d squirmed free from slid under the coat he’d lent me, down the open back of my ruined dress, and that simple touch sent shivers over my enter body. My breathing was fogging up my helmet so I reached up and yanked at the thing, forgetting about the strap. Ever my mystery rescuer though, I felt the cold as his hand left my skin and he unclipped the helmet.
His motions rocked the bike, and maybe it was on accident, maybe it was on purpose, but I swear when he grabbed the helmet in one hand and my leg in the other as he slid it atop his own, my vagina was resting against his cock.
“I- I need to get off.”
He reached around himself, putting my helmet down before he removed his own.
“Give me a few minutes and I’m sure I can help you with that.”
My eyes belied my surprise. I was certain they just grew three times larger than normal.
“Wha- what?”
In that dark alley I hadn’t really appreciated his face, not with that lacy stupid mask on. But here? Without a mask and without a helmet?
I don’t know what came over me, but I raised my fingers to trace over a low scar that ran along his jawline.
“I said that if you give me a few minutes, I can get you off.” His voice was low and closer to my ear than I’d realized. Then again, there was almost no room between us at this point.
“Oh.” So I hadn’t heard him wrong. “I- I meant off the bike.”
He shrugged. “Pity. I’d love to see what this repressed body has all pent up inside.”
My jaw dropped and my pussy clenched.
“Here?”
The deep roar of laughter that he let out so freely echoed through what I now realized was a parking garage.
What would it be like to just laugh without judgment like that?
“Come on, little dove. I don’t like an audience, even if I thought you would let me between these legs.”
I moaned when his thumb ran up my thigh a lot higher than anyone else had ever gotten, and shit if that wasn’t a bit embarrassing. He leaned in closer, pushing my back against the handlebars as he lowered his voice.
“Or maybe you would. Either way, I need to check a few things and none of them are your pussy. Not yet anyway.”
He pushed himself back, getting out from under me and kicking his leg off the bike. Once he was standing he reached for me, and it was like I weighed nothing the way he just manhandled me.
“Come on, princess. Come visit my tower now that I have rescued you from yours.”
I couldn’t tell if he hesitated a second or if it was my imagination, but when he gripped my hand it was like a decision had been made and that was that.
I followed him without question because I’d come too far to back out now.
“Where are we?” I asked him as we approached an elevator. This time, though, I was certain it wasn’t a service elevator. It wasn’t ugly and draped in bulky gray blankets.
“My hotel. It’s closer to the venue, and you are welcome to hide here as long as you need.”
His hotel?
The doors dinged as they opened, and he pulled me inside. The whole space was mirrored with contemporary accents. This wasn’t low budget at all. He leaned into me, and I breathed in that rustic masculine scent of him that I knew wasn’t like the rest of the rich men that I was stuck with… and yet... his hotel?
I held my breath when his lips were an inch from mine. I should have been slapping him or something demure, but hell. I just wanted to know what it felt like to be kissed by him, except he didn’t. He did something behind me and then shifted us back against the wall. I looked around him to where I’d just stood. Right. He’d clicked a button to go to the upper floors. The kind that needed a fob to access.
“Why are you out of breath, little dove? Did you expect something different?”
Was he serious? I couldn’t read this fucker’s pocket face.
“Surprised? Yes. I didn’t know where someone like you made their money. A hotel?” I’d just leave out the little hope that I wanted him to kiss me.
My back pressed against the hard mirrored surface, and I was thankful for his jacket once more. He wasn’t backing away, but he also wasn’t doing anything wrong. Why?
“You know, you’re an odd duck. Most men would absolutely be taking advantage of being alone with a rich heiress.” I looked away. “I think anyway.”
The elevator ticked away the floors, and when the silence was killing me, I looked back up at my voluntary captor.
“You think?” he finally asked.
My shoulders slouched, and my mother would be pissed if she saw my shitty posture right now, but I didn’t care.
“My father has some major trust issues. Something about his brother being killed by local gangs. I’ve never gone anywhere without a guard.”
I couldn’t not watch this man. His words were few and his face didn’t seem to give away much, but as I looked up at him I could watch his Adam’s apple bob as he swallowed. I could see the rise and fall of every breath. I don’t know what came over me, but I reached up for the tie around his neck, slipping a finger into the knot and putting it down, loosening it away from his neck.
I reached for it with my other hand and slipped the short end free, letting it hang around his neck freely, one end on either side of the buttons.
“There. You look better when you don’t look like them.”
His eyes narrowed at me, and for once he met my gaze.
“Like who, princess? Like those fools that think they could cage a dove dying to be freed?”
His fingers brushed over the shell of my ear as he trailed them lower over my neck, across my collarbone, and then the stupid elevator glided to a smooth stop and the doors opened.
His hand wrapped into the lapels of his jacket that was draped loosely around me as he pulled me out.
“Welcome to my cage, little dove. Don’t fly too close to my flames or you might just get burned.”
We paused just outside the elevator while he watched me and I watched him. Memorizing a man that screamed he wasn’t meant to fit. My heart screaming that I didn’t fit anywhere either.
He didn’t say anything else before he let me go and abruptly turned away, heading down a short hall.
“There is food in the kitchen and a tv in the living room. Touch nothing else.”