Chapter 25
Daisy
All week, Falcon dragged me around to the tattoo shop during the day, and then parties at the clubhouse. Jeannie wasn’t at the clubhouse two nights, but she was there the rest of the week. She was cool and happy to explain club life to me. Mama Hen was also still showing me the ropes and trying to help Lacy and I with the lingo. Living with a motorcycle club was like nothing I’d ever experienced. Not that I had really lived much, but still.
Mama Hen also offered to take me to the club to show her what I could do, but she told me to talk to Falcon about getting me there. He had a full schedule and the evenings were spent between getting me settled in the bar area with food and drinks, and he and some of the guys going off somewhere for a while for “club business.” I was curious to know what that meant, but besides a few sarcastic jabs, I didn’t want to push my luck.
Lacy seemed completely content to hang around and chill with Eagle, but mentioned if I went to the club, she wanted to go check it out, too. I didn’t know what his game was, but Falcon was nothing but a gentleman. I did have to argue with him about random girls coming into his room since I was staying in there. He said they were just getting the laundry, but I told him that was bullshit. I didn’t need another woman to wash my clothes, and if I was doing mine, I could do his. He didn’t need to know I didn’t like the idea of the “bunnies”, as they called them, in his room, touching his underwear. And I didn’t want to single out anyone to him, but I didn’t want that Sugar girl touching my shit, or his.
It had only been about a week, but I practically spent every waking moment with him, except when he went off to that other room with his brothers, as he called them, and the few times they took off for a while. But I was still so confused. He tended to all my needs, even making sure I had tampons in his bathroom, he fed me, and he slept on the little bitty futon while I slept in his bed. He held my hand to lead me in and out, sat close, even if there were open seats across from me. However, besides the hand-holding and the occasional hand to my lower back, he hardly touched me. But he got close, really close…all the time. He was purposely doing it. I knew it. He’d get right up on me, but stop short, then practically whisper things, and his warm breath would dance over my skin.
It was driving me crazy. I started to look forward to riding with him because it was the only time I could be against him. I’d always thought it would be scary, but I saw the draw. It was like flying in the wind, soaking up the heat of the sun; so different than being in a car. Calling vehicles cages made sense to me now. Once you’d been on the open road on the back of a motorcycle, riding in a car seemed stuffy. The only thing was, I didn’t think I’d feel the same if I was with someone else. And trying to ride one myself seemed comical. I didn’t know if I could even hold it up.
“Gotta run to the store. Let’s go,” Falcon said as Lacy and I sat on the couch in the common room. It was like a living room clearly designed by single dudes for single dudes. There were lots of recliners, leather couches, a big screen TV, every game console you could imagine, stacks of playing cards, a dart board–you name it, it was there. A few of the bunnies hung out there when things weren’t hopping in the bar area, where there were also plenty of playing cards and dart boards. This whole place was a bachelor’s paradise.
Even though beautiful women were all over the place, not once did I see Falcon look at any of them the way he looked at me. At first, I thought it was easy enough to play it off, but after a few days and him not even sneaking a glance in their direction, I paid close attention. There were even two girls scissoring it in the bar the previous night for everyone to see, but he only looked at Hawk, Eagle, or me. He would barely make eye contact with Lacy, but he had no problem having a staring contest with me.
I stood up and hugged Lacy’s neck but felt fine leaving her there. Everyone, except Sugar, had been so welcoming. The ladies helped us find our way in the kitchen, showed us where the laundry was, and even showed us their own secret stash of booze. They seemed more excited for fresh meat than the men.
Once I got to the door to the common room, Falcon grabbed my hand and led me outside. Instead of walking to the bike, we headed to his truck. He pulled the door open and I climbed in, but instead of closing it, he leaned in. “What’s wrong?”
“Nothing. Why?” Was I that obvious? I climbed in and didn’t think the disappointment of not riding the bike was so transparent.
“Can’t take the bike because I gotta pick up some kegs. Can’t fit those in the saddlebags.”
I shrugged.
“Don’t do that. It’s just you and me, darlin’. What’s wrong?”
This was silly. I was being silly. “It’s really fine. I just like the bike. I didn’t know we were taking the truck, but it’s okay. Like you said, can’t fit a keg on there.”
He leaned in close again but stopped short of my lips. “Anytime you want to take a ride, all you have to do is say the word.”
I stared into his hazel eyes, noticing the gold as the sunlight bounced off them. I was barely able to whisper, “Is that so?” The intended sass in my voice was non-existent.
“Anything at all you want, darlin’, just say the word and it’s yours.”
My heart thumped in my chest. The hints of citrus from his beard oil tickled my nose. I knew what I wanted, but still wasn’t sure it was a good idea. Something about the fact that this man could probably kill a tiger with his bare hands but was always so gentle with me, made me feel safe. And the fact that he could have taken me more times than I could count but didn’t even try to sleep next to me made me feel respected. I’d been wanted before. I was a dancer; lots of men wanted me. But hardly anyone I knew ever showed any kind of respect. He was an enigma.
“You’re really frustrating, you know that?” I asked.
He smiled, which he hardly ever did. “I could say the same about you.”
I gritted my teeth and blew a breath through puffed cheeks. He chuckled before he shut the door and walked around to climb into the driver’s side.
We rode quietly for a few minutes, the radio on low with some classic rock. The club I danced at before Tony’s played that a lot. It was almost nostalgic, but instead of reminiscing about the time before my life went to shit, I couldn’t stop replaying that moment before we left in my head. I should have just told him to kiss me. But why didn’t he just do it? Why hasn’t he done it all the times he crowded my space and was close enough for his breath to wash over my face?
The more I thought about it, the more aggravated I became. I couldn’t take it anymore. “What are you playing at, Falcon?”
He didn’t hardly blink or even look over. “What do you mean?”
“Don’t play dumb. You know what you’re doing.”
“Darlin’, I’m just driving.”
I let out a strangled groan and slammed my hands down onto the seat. “Dammit, Derek, stop! Just tell me!”
His voice was still calm and steady. “What is it you want me to tell you? ”
“If you weren’t driving, I’d fucking punch you right now.” He knew what I meant but was riling me up. I started to think he enjoyed that side of me.
His shoulders shook as he fought a grin. “You can hit me if you want, I think we’ll be fine.”
I balled my fist and threw a blow to his shoulder. “Why are you playing with my head? Don’t you think I’ve been through enough?”
The hit barely made him sway. “I’m not playing with your head. At least I’m not trying to.”
“Bullshit! Why are you taking care of me and keeping me with you every damn second of every damn day, then you act like you’re going to kiss me but never do? Why?” I shouted. Fuck, that felt good. Shit . All of my raging emotions came out at once and I started trembling and tears filled my eyes. Fucking embarrassing . “I’m not crying sad tears. I’m really fucking mad, so don’t start acting like I’m being some crazy, irrational woman. Not after you did this.”
I turned, facing out the window, and scooted as close to the door as I could. The truck started to slow but since I was looking everywhere but at him, I hadn’t noticed there wasn’t any place to stop. We were on the side of the road when the truck halted and his door opened. I watched in horror as his dark hair blew in the breeze while he walked in front of the truck and around to my side. Oh God . He was going to put me on the side of the road and leave me there because I yelled at him.
It all was still registering, so I wasn’t quick enough to lock the door, not that it mattered since this truck had a keypad to unlock it. The door flew open and he reached over me, unbuckled my seat belt, and grabbed at my legs.
“Please, no, no, no! I’m sorry I yelled!” I sobbed. “Please don’t leave me here!” Now I was actually crying. I had no clue where we were and there were no stores in sight. Who knew how long I’d have to walk to find something.
He didn’t pull me out of the truck, but turned my body then shoved himself between my legs. His hands came to my face, his big thumbs swiping tears off my cheeks as I choked on my sobs. “Breathe, Daisy. I’m not leaving you anywhere. But I need you tell me if you want me to kiss you, not just if you’re wondering why I haven’t.”
I swallowed hard and held my breath, trying to get the bounce of my shoulders and diaphragm to stop. He waited as I gathered myself and swiped away a few more stray tears. I could barely get the words out as I struggled to suck in a good breath. “I-want-you-to-kiss-me-and-you-you-ha-haven’t.”
Suddenly his hand was in my hair, and his lips crashed into mine. There was nothing gentle about it. He pushed his tongue into my mouth, devouring me. His other hand pulled me closer as his hand tightened in my hair.
My arms wrapped around his wide frame, pulling him as close to me as I could. The feel of the leather under my hands, the brush of his beard on my skin, and the taste of his mouth all had me in a haze of lust. If he wanted to, he could have taken me right there on the side of the road. Being wrapped up with him left a feeling of comfort and need all at the same time.
This stoic, beast of a man was showing me passion. Passion only reserved for me. His calm demeanor was gone; instead, he took my mouth with greed and impulse.
My hips rocked against him, and I could feel his hard cock fighting to get out. I pressed myself closer and grinded against him, not caring that we were on the side of the road.
Falcon pushed back, thrusting himself against my aching pussy. My legs wrapped around him to pull him closer.
His kisses were urgent, and his hands squeezed, pulling my hair and digging into my hip. But I wanted more, needed more.
I was close to spinning out of control when he stopped. My mouth chased his, desperate for his lips on mine again.
“Look at me, Daisy.”
I forced my eyes open, and he was still close, my eyes almost unable to focus on his.My chest was heaving as I caught my breath, but he seemed utterly calm again.
“Tell me you’re mine.”
I couldn’t get it out fast enough. “I’m yours.”
He reached between us, and his huge hand pressed against my pulsing core through my jeans. “And this?”
I nodded but before he could correct me, I whispered, “It’s yours.”
He pulled the button open and shoved his hand down inside; thick fingers finding wet heat.
I gasped and rocked against them. “Falcon, please. ”
His fingers dipped into my channel and his thumb found my clit. I’d never been so happy to have jeans that weren’t skintight. He worked me like he’d known my body already. My hips moved, seeking my release. I wanted to feel him, so I reached down but his other hand grabbed my wrist, stopping me from grabbing him. “Not now.”
“Falcon,” I whimpered as I was nearly there.
“Whose pussy is this, Daisy?” he asked calmly.
My core fluttered then tightened around his fingers. I could barely speak but managed to squeak out, “It’s yours, Falcon. Oh God.”
He let my wrist go again and took my mouth in another hungry kiss as stars exploded behind my eyes and my channel squeezed his fingers.
I moaned into his mouth as he worked me over. He kissed me hard and deep until my tense body went lax.
He pressed his forehead to mine as I struggled for breath. My fingers had bunched the soft leather of his cut as I held on for dear life. “Tell me again.” His demand was low and gravelly.
“I’m yours.” And you’re my biker.
He pulled his face away from mine, then squeezed my pussy. “And this?”
“Definitely yours.”
He grinned then dipped his fingers back inside deep, making me jerk. But then he pulled his hand from my jeans, and shoved his two fingers in his mouth, sucking my essence off. Then he popped his thumb in his mouth and did the same. “Nice little appetizer until later.”
I was still riding the high of my orgasm and could only watch as he buttoned my pants, then leaned back in. His steely gaze met mine as he lifted my chin with his fingers. “I was waiting for you to see what this was, darlin’, and to be ready, so don’t mistake my patience for indifference.”
I swallowed hard. He was taking his time . “What is this then?”
He tucked my hair behind my ear as he gazed at me. “The beginning of us.”
I wasn’t sure what that meant or for how long. But whatever it was felt right. “Falcon?”
“Yes, darlin’?”
“Kiss me again.”
He really did mean ask and you shall receive.