Chapter 14
David was trapped in hell. The shower with Daisy had been among the most erotic encounters of his life.
Watching the water slide over her curves and cling to her rose-colored nipples had made him hard enough to drive pilings.
Pressing her against the wall and kissing her until his lips went numb and his oxygen-starved lungs screamed for mercy hadn’t helped the situation very much, nor had the heated make-out session that had continued in his bed after the shower.
Though they didn’t speak of it, both of them were spooked by what’d happened the night before, so they kept their hands and lips above the waist, which was why he was awake next to her thinking about cold showers and ice baths.
The sheet brushing against his cock was almost more than he could take, so he shifted to find a more comfortable position and moaned out loud when her soft belly pressed against his erection.
“What’s wrong?” she asked in a sleepy voice.
“Nothing. Go back to sleep.”
“You’re restless.”
“I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to bother you.”
“Tell me what’s wrong.”
“It’s nothing. I’m just feeling a bit…tense. That’s all.” Tense was a good word for it.
“Want me to rub your shoulders?” she asked through a yawn.
“That’s okay.” He hoped she would go back to sleep, but rather she draped herself over his chest, and his cock got impossibly harder.
Her hand slid from his chest to his belly.
He tried to stop her, but desire had slowed his reflexes, and she had her hand curled around him before he knew what hit him. “Daisy,” he said on a gasp. “If you so much as move, I’m going to come.”
He said that hoping she might let go, but instead she squeezed him gently but insistently and then began to stroke him.
“Ah, shit. Oh Christ. Daisy…” His hips surged off the bed, matching the rhythm that she set.
It took very little effort on her part to finish him off.
“Wow,” he whispered when he could speak again. “That was…amazing.”
“Don’t suffer in silence. I feel bad enough about my freak-out without leaving you aching. You have to let me take care of you, too.”
“You took very good care of me,” he said, holding her close as the tension seeped from his body.
“Tomorrow night, after Blaine and Tiffany’s wedding, I want to try again.”
David waited to see if she would say anything else.
“I want to try to make love with you.”
She sounded so brave and so fearful at the same time.
“Let’s wait awhile. We’re not in any rush.”
“I know myself, David. Until I get past this hurdle, it’s all I’ll think about. Please?”
“Whatever you want, honey. I’ll do whatever you want.”
“Thank you,” she said, relaxing against him.
David had said what she wanted to hear, but he hoped he wasn’t making a big mistake by going along with her plan.
Tiffany woke to bright sunshine streaming in the French doors they’d left open the night before and Blaine’s naked body curled around hers from behind. They only slept naked on the nights that Ashleigh stayed with her father or grandparents, and they had the house to themselves.
With his hand warm, large and possessive on her belly, Tiffany sighed with contentment and was on her way back to sleep when her eyes shot open.
Holy hell! They were getting married today!
She had no time to be lounging about in bed!
She had to get up and shower and do something with her hair and what time was Ashleigh due home, and oh my God! They were getting married today!
She threw off the covers and was on her way out of bed when he dragged her back against him.
“Not so fast.”
“I have so much to do!”
“It’s six thirty, Tiff. You’ve got plenty of time.”
“Spoken like a true guy who takes a shower, shakes the water out of his hair, throws on some clothes and gets married.”
“For your information, I also plan to shave for the occasion.” To make his point, he rubbed his whiskers on the back of her shoulder, giving her goose bumps.
“Please don’t. You know how I love your stubble.”
“My mother would never forgive me if I don’t shave for my own wedding.”
“Your wife will never forgive you if you do.”
“Oh, baby, you drive a hard bargain.” He flexed his hips and pressed his erection into the cleft of her bottom as his hand covered her breast.
She was so, so easy where he was concerned. All he had to do was touch her and she was ready for anything he wanted to give her. And right now was no exception, despite her staggering to-do list and a two o’clock ceremony planned at the lighthouse.
While he tweaked her nipple, she thought about how fast their plans had come together.
Jenny had offered up the lighthouse for an afternoon wedding, Mac and Maddie had taken care of all the food and drinks as well as getting the word out to all their mutual friends that a special surprise was planned for the cookout.
Tiffany had even found the perfect dress in the latest shipment to the store.
It was a rich ivory with spaghetti straps and a large, bright, orangey-red flower positioned over her hip.
A slit up the side of the dress ran through the middle of the flower.
A tad bit unconventional, the dress was perfect for her, and she had no doubt Blaine would love it.
She’d ordered bouquets of red and orange Gerbera daisies for herself as well as Ashleigh and Maddie.
The only remaining question was whether Ashleigh’s white eyelet Easter dress still fit her, which they would determine when Jim brought her home later this morning.
Tiffany couldn’t wait to share the wedding news with her daughter, who would be thrilled.
Ashleigh loved Blaine as much as Tiffany did, which was probably why Jim had made such a stink about Blaine moving in with them.
He felt threatened by the other man in his daughter’s life.
“What’re you thinking about?” Blaine asked as he kissed his way down her back.
“If I told you, you might think I don’t like what you’re doing.”
He took a bite of her bum, which made her squeak with surprise. “Tell me.”
“I was thinking that the reason Jim is so mad about you moving in is because he’s probably figured out that Ashleigh likes you better than him.”
“That was never my goal.”
“I know, but you’re so good with her. When you’re with her, you give her your undivided attention.
Jim has never done that. He’s always face-first in his phone or watching the game or doing anything he can to not engage with her.
That’s why I hate when she spends the night with him.
I always worry that she’s going to get hurt when he’s not paying attention. ”
“For all his faults, he loves her, Tiff. He’d never let anything happen to her.”
“I know. You’re right, but still, I like it so much better when she’s here with us.”
“So do I, but I gotta say, I also love the sleep-naked nights. I love them a whole lot.”
Tiffany laughed at his lecherous tone and pushed her bottom back against him, making him groan.
“I want to make love to my fiancée. Since it was the shortest engagement in history, we haven’t had anywhere near enough engagement sex.”
“Only if we do it like this. You aren’t supposed to see me on our wedding day. It’s bad luck, and I’ve had more than enough of that.”
“Your luck’s about to change, baby. I’ll do everything I can to make sure of it.”
“Have I mentioned yet today that I love you so, so much?”
“I don’t think you have.”
“Well, I do. And I’m so excited for today and every day to come.”
“So am I. I can’t wait until you’re officially my wife.”
“Oh my God! Blaine! What about rings?”
“I’ve got that covered. Don’t worry.”
“How in the word did you manage that with only two days?”
He reached around to caress between her legs. “Mmm, I love that you’re always ready for me.”
“All you have to do is look at me, and I’m ready.”
“That’s good to know. I plan to look at you a lot when we’re married.”
He made her laugh. He made her smile like a foolish teenager in love for the first time.
He made her feel safe. He made her feel sexy and desired.
He made her feel so many things in the course of every day that she could barely process them all.
Most important of all, he made her feel like she mattered more to him than any other thing in the world.
He was everything to her, and he always would be.
When he had stroked her to the edge of climax, he coaxed her onto her knees and entered her from behind. As always, the tight fit heightened her arousal and forced every thought that didn’t involve him and the exquisite way he loved her from her mind.
“God, I love your sweet ass,” he said gruffly as he cupped and squeezed her cheeks, “and the way you give yourself to me anytime I want you. I’ve got to be the luckiest guy in the whole world.”
His words and his hands and the firm strokes of his hard cock combined to give her a world-class orgasm that felt like it went on forever.
Just when she thought it was done, he would roll her nipples between his fingers or press on her clit or surge into her and hit that spot deep inside that triggered another wave of release.
“Blaine,” she said, gasping.
“What, baby?”
“You’re killing me.”
“No, I’m not,” he said with a laugh. “You can take it.”
“I don’t think I can take any more.”
“Give me one more, and I’ll let you go.”
“You’ve already gotten four out of me!” Tiffany hadn’t believed multiples were even possible until he’d proven otherwise.
“One more. Consider it your wedding gift to me.”
“So I won’t have to do this again later?”
For that comment, she received a resounding smack to the ass that fired her up all over again.
“That’s my girl. I love how wet you get when I spank you.” To make his point, he did it again, setting her other cheek on fire, and sure enough, Tiffany found herself on the brink of another orgasm. “Come on, baby. Let me feel you clamp down on me. Make my eyes roll back in my head.”
He gave it to her hard and fast, keeping up a relentless tempo.
“You’re…showing off your stamina…again,” she said.