Chapter 17
seventeen
She bolts faster than a freight train.
I chuckle darkly as she squeaks behind the closed bathroom door.
She must have fried my brain, because nothing about what happened was amusing.
I’m supposed to be keeping Daisy safe from the men who want nothing more than to manipulate her into being a mindless puppet, yet here I am selfishly bending her to my will.
Asking her if she wanted to come, telling her to use me.
Jesus Christ.
I quickly make my way outside. When I installed the outdoor shower, I never expected to need it to wash off after coming in my pants like a randy teenager.
I turn the water to cold and strip. I don’t even flinch when I step under the spray, the coolness bringing a welcome relief to my tense muscles.
I told myself to keep the shower quick, but visions of Daisy on top of me keep playing on a loop and I lose track of time.
The way she ground down on me.
Wearing my hoodie, while making those sounds.
I know it’s a losing fight when I wrap my hand around my hard cock and pull tightly.
Doesn’t matter how cold the water is when I can still remember the smell of her arousal and how desperately I wanted to lower my head and have a taste for myself.
I growl at the thought of licking her clean, claiming her in every way I can. Knowing that she’s on birth control nearly did me in when visions of my cum leaking out her warm cunt flashed before my eyes.
I hear the crunch of leaves behind me and nearly chuckle.
Of course she would venture out here at a time like this.
I rationalize that she’s already seen me come once, but is it really necessary for me to turn around as I continue to stroke my hard length as her shocked eyes meet my heated ones?
No, but I do it anyway.
Her jaw drops, and I see the apology on the tip of her lips. Doesn’t mean she takes her eyes off my dick for a second as she starts. “I’m so—”
“If you try apologizing at a time like this, I’ll have you on your knees before you can blink.”
She shocks the ever-loving hell out of me when her eyes heat and she licks her lips, as if she’s dying for a taste of me too.
And I’m done for. I come with her name on my lips.
My release lands a few feet away from her sneakered feet. Her eyes watch intently as I come undone for her.
Her gaze slowly rakes up my body, not showing an ounce of her usual bashfulness when she speaks. “Should I get you a towel or…”
“No need. Seems pointless to cover up now, doesn’t it?”
She bites her lip, a habit I might need to break if I want to survive the next few days around her. “While I can’t say I didn’t enjoy the show, I came out here because your phone was ringing nonstop. Apparently, the poop emoji is calling you?”
She lifts both our phones in her hands and the emoji of the single most annoying person in my life tries to call me again.
But I don’t pay it any mind, because even after coming twice, my cock is still pointing right at Daisy, and she’s doing a shit job at not staring right back.
If one of us doesn’t find some semblance of control, I fear I might be pulling those soft leggings off Daisy and bending her over the nearest tree stump.
The phone goes off again. I’m about to say something to break my naked standoff when Daisy’s face goes ghostly white.
Because the phone currently ringing isn’t mine, but hers.
And the name clearly legible from where I stand belongs to the man she was supposed to marry.