Chapter 6
A Girl Like You
“Oh, dear God,” I moan into the room as my hand tangles in the sheets.
Cruz’s tongue dances across my skin, lapping at my most sensitive parts.
Its pure bliss. I’ve been having very vivid dreams ever since I hit my head.
So intense they feel almost real. And this feels very real, my body alive and tingling with arousal. “More,” I cry.
Moisture pools between my legs. Fuck, even in my dreams, Cruz is so damn good at eating my pussy. “You like that, little darlin’?” He hums against my skin.
“Yes, Cruz, more.” I groan, squeezing my legs together as the intensity gets too much. But when I do, my eyes fly open immediately. I lift the sheet and stare down to find I’m not dreaming at all. Cruz really is between my legs.
He grins up at me then sucks my clit into his mouth before letting it go with a pop. His eyes are alight with mischief in a way that only Cruz could get away with.
My hips buck off the bed to meet his mouth, my body frantic for more, even in my dozy state. “Fuck.” I groan as my body combusts, and I cum in a rush.
He laps me up greedily as my body shivers and shakes all over. When he’s had his fun, he moves up and over my body, hovering above me. “Morning, little darlin’.” He grins like the devil.
“Fuck, Cruz,” is all I can mutter back. My mind is a blur, my body tingling all over. That was some way to wake up. “You’re supposed to ask permission before you start fucking me with your tongue,” I murmur, not all that pissed about it.
His grin widens as he drops his lips to mine, slowly claiming my mouth. He tastes of me, and that doesn’t help to quell the throbbing deep inside. “When my girl wakes up begging me to taste her, I think I have the okay.”
Oh, fuck, I do remember murmuring something like that in my sleep. What the hell kind of hussy am I turning into? Not only do I want three guys at once, I now beg for it in my sleep. “I want more,” I whisper into his lips, knowing I shouldn’t, but my pussy has spoken, and she’s aching to be filled.
He pushes his tongue into my mouth, our kiss intensifying.
His scent is all around me in a way that makes my head spin.
I knew falling asleep in his arms last night was dangerous.
His hand glides over my silk sleep shirt as he unbuttons it, his hands working with skill as he devours me with his mouth.
My body arches off the bed, searching for more of him, desperate for him to fill me with his massive, pierced cock. So much so, I’m all breathy. I kiss whatever part of him I can find, his shoulder, then his neck, as my hands run through his long hair. I need his skin on mine and mine on his.
His skilled fingers find my bare breasts, cupping them as he plucks and toys with my sensitive nipples, bringing them to stiff peaks.
He has my body alight, heat throbbing through me; my skin is on fire.
“I need you,” I moan, desperation taking over.
This was not my plan. I was supposed to keep my distance from all of them while staying here, focus on my recovery, but I can’t.
Not when I wake up with his lips on me. I’m so greedy when it comes to the Stryker brothers. I find his lips again, mauling him.
He pulls back from our kiss, his eyes locking with mine.
“I don’t want to hurt you,” he mutters, sounding unsure.
But he doesn’t pull away from me. Instead, he places delicate kisses down my neck and over my breasts, sucking each nipple into his mouth before rolling his tongue around it.
He takes his time, every flick of his tongue bringing me back to life in the best way possible.
He’s right, we shouldn’t be screwing around. I’m still not well enough, but the pain in my head is only a mild deterrent today. Just a dull ache that I can ignore. My desire for him is way stronger, so I put that thought to the back of my head and focus on his talented tongue.
“You’re so perfect like this.” His hand dusts over my stomach and cups my breast. His eyes lock with mine again, butterflies taking off throughout my whole body with the heat I see in their stormy depths. “All sleepy and desperate.”
I don’t feel perfect, I feel like a mess, and I know I don’t look great with the bandage wrapped around my head, bruising, and week-old bed hair. But he looks at me like I’m his everything, and I don’t get it.
“You gave me a real scare.” More kisses down my stomach. “When I was watching over you in that hospital bed, I made a promise to myself, little darlin’. That if you woke up, I would spend every day for the rest of my life worshiping you.” More kisses, then he’s back eating my pussy again.
My fingers tangle in the back of his soft hair.
“Cruz,” I whisper his name as a plea, for what I don’t know.
More? For him to stop because this is too intense, and he’s making it all feel too real?
He’s scaring me. But the truth is I don’t want him to stop.
I want every part of him. I’m just scared that this is still a game to him.
That I will go and give him my body and heart, and he’ll break me.
That “if I woke up” comment crushes me. I knew he looked tired that first day when he came to visit me, but I didn’t really realize they had thought I might not ever wake up. “You shouldn’t care about me.”
He stops licking, gazing up at me, his forehead furrowed. “Don’t push me away. Let me be here for you.” He plunges two fingers inside me, and my eyes roll back in my head.
Goddamn it, he knows what he’s doing and just how to get me to forget.
My hips buck off the bed with every thrust of his hand, his palm brushing over my clit in a way that’s driving me crazy.
My mouth falls open; I can’t get enough air.
I’m a panting mess. “Cruz, please, I need more. Screw me.” I grip his hair tighter.
I can’t look at him. When I do I melt, and right now, I need him to just take this ache away, fuck me hard and fast and dirty the way I know he likes.
His chuckle vibrates through the room. His fingers are so deep inside me, toying with me and finding that delicious spot that drives me wild. At the same time, his tongue flicks over my clit.
And I’m a goner. I shudder and cry into the room as I cum in a rush. His mouth is back on me, lapping up every drop of my arousal. “Your cunt is my nectar, baby.”
I let out a whimper. I have nothing else. His dirty words destroy me as much as his fingers and mouth. But it’s his cock I’m desperate for.
He moves around behind me and pulls me in close so he’s spooning me, his massive cock pressed into my ass.
“I could eat your pussy all fucking day, and since we have nowhere to be, I just might.” He kisses down my neck, his lips slick with my arousal.
“Right now, though, I need to give my girl what she’s crying for.
” He moves my top leg so it’s over his, opening me up to him.
His cock slides between my thighs, getting all slippery in my juices.
“Yes, please screw me,” I whimper.
“Fucking music to my ears.” He pushes his cock deep inside me, a groan of pure pleasure leaving his lips. But he doesn’t fuck me. Instead, he stays there deep inside me, his hands stroking over my ass and down my thigh, his lips placing kisses down my neck.
I reach my hand around behind him, my nails digging into his ass. “What are you waiting for?”
“How’s your head? Are you feeling okay? Honestly, Daisy.”
“I’m due for painkillers, so it’s a little throbby, but it’s better than yesterday. And right now, Cruz, it’s the least of my concerns.”
“We’re taking this slow. You tell me if it’s too much.” He pulls out and then slides all the way back in again. “I shouldn’t even be fucking you, Ricky would kill me. But I can’t stay away from you.”
“Stop being sweet, Cruz. I need you to screw me, okay? Don’t be thinking about Ricky at a time like this.” I laugh to try to lighten the mood he’s just made super intense. I press my ass back into him, wiggling, trying to show him I can handle this—not only that, but I’m desperate for him.
“I want that more than anything, darlin’, but we have to take it slow.” His arm wrapped around my front tugs me in even closer, and he pulls out and then pushes back into me, his cock slick with my arousal. “You’re so wet for me.”
I rock back into him. “You’re so hard for me.”
He pushes into me again. “You’re so fucking tight,” he groans.
“You’re so big.” He stretches me, and we get lost in the rhythm.
It’s slow, but something about it is just as intoxicating.
More sensual, it doesn’t feel like fucking; this is more.
And I melt into him, letting him bring me undone with each gradual pump.
My body tingles all over, my pussy pulsing. “I’m going to cum,” I cry.
“Fuck,” he growls out, giving it to me with a little more force. He takes me over the edge with him, and we both moan out our releases.
It takes a second for my head to stop spinning, then I roll over to face him, wincing a little as my head throbs.
I run my hand down the side of his face and over his full lips.
He’s so damn beautiful like this. With his long hair falling over his eyes, his face is soft and kind and playful in a way that makes him look so young.
“I’m in love with you,” he says with a determination that surprises me.
I gaze back at him, knowing I feel it too.
What we have is more than lust. It’s a crazy connection that doesn’t make any sense, but it’s all-consuming, powerful and scary at the same time.
I promised myself I would never fall in love.
That I would keep my heart locked up tight to protect myself. But I can’t control this.
He gazes deep into my eyes. “You don’t have to say it back, I just needed you to know. I’m not playing games with you, Daisy, I’m all-in forever.”
I lean forward and kiss his lips then bury my head into his chest. I can’t say it back. It’s not that I don’t feel it. It’s that I can’t give him that part of me, not now. Maybe never, no matter how I feel.