26. Daisy
TWENTY-SIX
daisy
Sweat covered my skin as I bolted straight up, confused on exactly where I was. Looking around, the dark grays of the room seemed to almost calm my senses. This would never have been allowed in my father’s house. I wasn’t there. I wasn’t in my old room. I didn’t have to worry about being stuck with someone I didn’t want. In fact, the memories of the last few days filled my mind and the erratic beat of my heart calmed with every single one of them.
My father would never touch me again. Not without someone there to protect me. Was I okay with murder? Apparently I was. Getting to take out all those feelings and finally seeing someone pay for being a shitty person? God, it was so freeing. The cops last night? The seconds they seemed to be well aware of who I was and who my father was, I had zero respect for them. There was no disgust on their part. No redeeming qualities telling me they were actually on the side of the law that the world needed. But seeing them go down?
Justice felt really, really good and my trauma from a lifetime of bad people controlling me? Maybe this is what healing could feel like, just a little.
An arm snaked around my naked waist and I let it all go. I let him hold me. Sank into the warmth of a man who would protect me and yet let me be whatever version of me I needed to be.
“Good morning, little dove. What were you having a nightmare over?”
I slid down and lay back into the bed, letting him drape himself over me like a human weighted blanket.
“Nightmare? I guess that’s sort of what it was. I woke up thinking I was back home and that I would have to walk down the aisle to a man who, well, you know what kind of man. And people. So many eyes judging me.”
He held me tighter.
“Well, he can’t come back. And I don't like people either so that isn’t happening. To be honest, big weddings for Spectors? Risky on a good day and a death sentence on a bad day. Not to say we don’t pay for whatever anyone would want. But the three of us? Not a risk we are willing to take with our women.”
His hand splayed over my belly, and I don’t know why, but just the touch alone sent tendrils of need blooming between my legs. I squirmed against his touch, almost begging for more.
“Daisy, what is going through that head of yours? I might be blind to a lot of things, but not the way you move against me. Say what you want.”
I stretched out my arms above my head, letting my sore muscles uncoil, letting him see every inch of my body as the sheet slipped lower.
“I want you to touch me, Zeiden.”
He did as I asked. His hand slid down my belly slowly, leaving a trail of heat to rise and twirl within me.
“And then what?” he asked, his fingers playing along my slit with the most delicate teasing graze.
My breath shuddered and my nipples pebbled.
“I want you inside me.”
His lips were already kissing a trail down my neck. His tongue licked at my skin, waking every nerve along its path.
“And then what, my little dove? Once my cock is inside you, what would you have me do to this body?”
He slid two fingers inside my already slick pussy. He’s fucked me three times last night, making good on his promise, but the last time? It had been anything but fucking really. It had been possessive and soft and damn. My heart skittered at the reality of it all.
I’d take anything he gave me, but that wasn’t what he’d asked. He wanted to know what I really wanted, and right now?
“I want you to fuck me so hard that every step after reminds me I’m yours.”
His fingers stretched my entrance, pushing against my already sore muscle. He slid a third finger in as my body fully awakened.
“I’ll do that and more. I love filling you up with my seed. I love knowing that it’s me who fills this space and me that drips down your thighs. I love knowing I am the only one to have ever touched you.”
His finger stilled for a moment, and I tried to wiggle my hips to force him to keep going, but he held me still.
His fingers slid from my pussy just to run over my sensitive clit and again he paused. He moved over me, bracing himself on his forearms as he shifted his body, pushing my legs wide with his knees to fit between them.
“Daisy.”
I looked up at him, meeting a storm in his eyes that wasn’t the same as the strange, crazy void of the basement or even the turbulent look when I begged him to take my virginity. No, this was something different, and my throat tightened. The words sat on my tongue. I couldn’t have told someone what love was a week ago, or even days ago. It wasn’t just a feeling. It was an all- consuming desire and need. It was a weird knowledge that he would be the person you’d turn to for anything. Someone I could speak freely to about anything. Love was Zeiden.
I almost couldn’t breathe against the strangle of emotions, but when I looked at him and only him?
My hands rested on his arms as they held him just above me.
“Zeiden? I think I’m in love with you.”
I smirked as his cocked jerked against my belly.
“Think?”
I raised my hips enough to feel the length of him against me and the chill of the metal piercing his perfect cock.
“Fine. I know. I thought love would come before knowing you wanted to marry someone. I thought that love would hit me like a freight train, but instead, it’s more like a slow rise of the tide beating against the shoreline until it’s suddenly filled in every empty space it could find, and in that moment I realized I don’t feel empty with you. That was why I said yes without hesitation. But that's why I say I love you now.”
We laid there for a few moments, just listening to each other breathe and watching each other. Then his lips were on mine, devouring me like he’d been starved.
His cock slid down my stomach and found my slickness, barely pausing at my entrance before he pushed through, my body already desperate for him.
Every ridge of his piercings ran over my sore body as he slid deeper and deeper, and I moaned.
His mouth released mine.
“I love you. And I never knew I could love anyone.”
He didn’t say anything else. In fact, I didn’t get a moment to think about those words or to let them hit me like the lovesick schoolgirl that I was.
He slid his cock back, sliding past my tight entrance and pressing against every sensitive inch of my pussy. God, I wanted to remember this. Remember how thick he was and how it felt to be stretched by him and for him. Letting him use my body as only he could.
I cried out his name as he slammed back inside me, hitting me deep, and the needy heat of my next release began to build.
“Zeiden. Oh god.”
He slammed into me again, this time a little harder. He shifted his body, grabbing one of my legs and putting it on his shoulder and as he thrust again. I saw stars.
“You are mine.”
He slammed into me again.
“Mine to own.”
He slammed inside me harder, my body sliding up the bed a bit.
“Mine to love.”
And that’s when he began slamming into me at a relentless pace. A pace that had me gasping for air and crying out as the walls of my pussy clamped down around his thickness. My muscles pulsed around him as he took me over and over and over.
Every sound out of my mouth became less and less like me and more like a woman possessed.
I couldn’t control my own limbs even as I tried to claw at his shoulders. One orgasm rolled into the next.
His hand snaked up to my neck, pressing down a bit but not enough to cause me any pain, and he held me like that as he claimed my body as his lips swallowed every cry until he pulsed inside of me. His cock twitched his own release.
“Mine,” he said as he collapsed with me safely in his arms.
The night sky hides everything. Here in the city, there was no way to see a single star. But up on the rooftop, somehow we had our own little starry night.
“How did you get this done so fast?”
All my life I’d been groomed to marry and think I was okay with it all. No. I wasn’t. But the way Zeid held me, looked at me, and saw me? The strange twist in my stomach that always made me lose my appetite never came.
My hands slid down the simple dress I’d picked out earlier in the day. One day. That was all it had taken for Zeiden to make sure I got a wedding that I wanted. Or was it one day to destroy all my father’s dreams?
“Hey, you ready to marry tall, dark and maybe a little moody over there?” Cali said. I peeked around some of the topiaries.
“Yeah. I am. How about you? You’ve been with X for a little longer than me, but he seems...”
Cali shifted to look around me.
“He seems like an overgrown child with a lot of dangerous toys? Yeah. What can I say? He heals all that’s broken in me.”
My eyes started to burn, and I tried to look up to stop the tears from coming.
“Yeah, I get what you mean,” I said, watching as he and Xander waited up at a little wooden arch with some vines wrapped around it.
“Alright. Here. I put together these bouquets. I don’t think either of you can get married without that at the very least.” Rylee handed me a small bunch of flowers with pink and white and purple flowers. Small and simple.
“Thank you, they’re beautiful.”
Cas came up behind Rylee and kissed her on the neck.
“Alright, you go watch those two idiots. I’ll walk them up the aisle. Winnie will never forgive me if I don’t,” he said.
All the guys had on short-sleeve, linen, button-down shirts with black slacks. It was pretty hard to see any of them being all soft and sweet with the number of tattoos covering their skin.
“Winnie?” I asked.
“Cas’s grandma. Well really she’s Grandma to all of them. She got ordained for this moment. Well. She’s not really like any grandma I’d imagine. Then again, I never had one that I knew.” Rylee smiled, turned to Cas, kissed him, and walked down the little aisle.
“Alright, ladies. Let’s go get you tied down to my brothers legally. Especially you, Daisy. Zeid’s never looked this happy before. It would be a shame if I had to hunt you down and kill you for leaving him.”
I rolled my eyes, but deep down I wanted someone to care that much about me, and I guess I did.
“Yeah. I don’t think I could leave him even if it ever occurred to me. I’m pretty sure he’d be scarier than you.”
I’d bet that Cas’s face would crack if it smiled, but I was certain that his lips twitched and tried.
“Ah, Cas, you do care.” Cali reached up to ruffle his hair, but he towered over us, making it far easier for him to grab her wrist and keep her where we stood. Still, this time he did actually try the smile on.
“Alright. Well, Zeid and X might have heart attacks if I don’t deliver you two. Let’s go.”
He held out his arms, and when Cali linked hers with his, I did the same.
I’d never seen my life going this way, and now that it was, it all seemed like a dream. Like I was watching someone else get my dream. Until I slid my arm out of Cas’s and Zeid took my hand in his.He pulled me in, stopping before the flowers got crushed.
“Wonderful. All my boys will be married and happy. Let’s get this party started. I’m hungry.”
I looked at the old woman, although I didn’t think old was a good way to describe her at all. She was smiling, pride bubbling from her, and for all the wrinkles, she still looked fairly young to be a grandmother.
I stared for far too long and she turned toward me. “Winnie, dear. I’m Miss Winnie, and fair warning, if you hurt these boys in any way, I will have no problem hiding your body.”
I blinked.
“Miss Winnie, she won’t hurt me or them. Now marry us so we can get on with our plans.” Zeiden turned my chin back to him. Maybe he was worried what she said would cause me to run or maybe… I wasn't sure. But in reality it was exactly what I would want to hear. This was a family.
“I won’t hurt them, because without Zeiden I wouldn’t feel.”
For the moment the world fell away. This is what choosing a life felt like.
“Wonderful. Do we even need to go through the rest, or let's just sign those licenses and call it a day?” Winnie said.
I didn’t bother saying anything, I didn’t have to.
“Now kiss the brides and by the power vested in me by the state, I pronounce you husbands and wives.”
Zeiden’s mouth was on mine before I could blink. Everything fell into place, and that was it. Someone cleared their throat, and then Zeiden had me up in his arms bridal style like some cliché.
“What about the rings?” Rylee stepped in front of us before we could get down the aisle.
X and Zeid paused. My feet touched the ground as Zeid let me go to grab a ring Rylee held out. Or rather two. A band and an engagement ring.
“Right. I guess I didn’t get the order down right. So, well…” He took my hand and slid on a ring that I was certain even my mother couldn’t criticize. But something caught my eye on the platinum band. A small little dove engraved right by the large, round diamond.
“When?” I stopped as he held another band up, this one smaller and not as fancy but still with small diamonds set into it, but it was what he showed me inside.
I read it slowly. “My little dove - Z.” I looked up at him. “When did you…? I feel awful, I don’t have anything for you.”
He slipped the ring onto my finger.
“I know a guy that owed me. I gave him the idea and he delivered. You’ve already given me you. There is nothing else.”
This time when he eased down to kiss me, it was slow and gentle and opposite of what this man stood for.
The seconds ticked by.
I heard the clearing of a female's throat and we broke apart. Miss Winnie was passing by us.
“Wife, let’s go eat,” Zeiden said like he was trying out the word just to see what it felt like. I giggled because something about it just felt so surreal.
“Sure, husband. But since I didn’t say I do, are we married?” He stopped mid-step.
“Were you going to say anything other than I do?” he asked, looking down at me.