Chapter 11 #4
Her gasp as she feels the water streaming over her clit is music to my ears, and I hold it on there just long enough for her hips to begin moving involuntarily towards it before I tut and turn off the water. The narrow-eyed look she gives me makes me grin evilly.
'Good things come to good girls who wait,' I say.
I get out of the bath and towel myself off quickly, then I grab a fresh one for her.
I help her stand and get out of the bath, and I cover her before she gets cold, taking another, smaller towel and squeezing most of the water from her long hair. I know how she hates the water dripping down her back when it’s wet.
I take her brush from among her things that Mav grabbed earlier from her room at the KIP house, and I draw it through her hair, starting from the bottom and working out the tangles. It glides through easily and then I wrap her hair in the towel again.
She stands silently, eyes half closed, as she waits for me to be finished.
'Was this okay?’ I ask.
She nods, almost dreamily.
‘Thank you,’ she murmurs. ‘It was nice.'
I lead her out of the bathroom, and I find that Mav and Shade are in the other room watching TV.
Good.
I sit her on the bed, and she looks up at me with her beautiful, oval eyes.
'They'll pay for everything they did.’
She holds my gaze for longer than usual.
'Yes,' she says. 'They have to. I… They just have to. It’s like… the equilibrium of the world is off until they do, you know?'
'I get it,' I say. 'Close your eyes and lean back.'
She does what I say, and I unwrap the towel, watching as her skin puckers, her nipples hardening in the cooler air.
I flick my tongue over one and then the other, and she sighs.
I begin to trail kisses from the valley of her breasts down to her navel and then still lower to the apex of her thighs.
I spread her legs and gaze down at what's mine before I swoop down and gently place a kiss at the top of her mound.
I fall to my knees and it's not lost on me that I'm worshiping this woman.
I would do this every day, every moment of every day if I could, and the thought of it doesn't scare me. She has entered every fiber of my being. Every cell holds her in it.
My mouth descends and I begin to work her in gentle strokes, tiny circles that get bigger and smaller, pulsing flicks of my tongue that make her hips tilt, and her hands grasp my hair. My tongue thrusts deep into her channel, making her moan.
She throws her arm over her mouth, and I reach up and take it from her face.
'No,' I say. 'I want to hear you, and I want them to hear you.'
She nods breathlessly, panting as my tongue and my mouth return to her and I suck her clit gently before drawing back and blowing on her core.
Her heels dig into the bed, and her hips lift up. I grab her thighs, widening her for me. She's close. I go in for the kill, my lips fastening over her as two of my fingers plunge into her, my pinkie playing at the entrance to her ass just a little.
The effect is immediate. She comes hard with a squeal, her body growing taut, her hips bouncing as I smile against her.
I don't stop until I've wrung out every bit of pleasure I possibly can from her, and then I surge up.
I ease myself into her, slowly savoring every little aftershock that pulses around my dick.
I hold her against the bed, and I am not gentle anymore. I take her hard, and fast, and rough, standing up at the edge of the bed and pulling her towards me.
She rises on her elbows and meets me, thrust for thrust, her eyes on mine, flicking between my face, my eyes, and where our bodies meet.
Her little gasps of pleasure and of overstimulation have me coming hard and deep into her, my body clenching as I finally get to feel my girl around me.
She cries out, and I feel her have another sudden, smaller orgasm that milks my cock like no one else ever has. I groan as I come down from the high, the only high that I will never give up.
'Daisy Evans, you're mine,' I whisper, and I know that it's true, even though she also belongs to Mav and Shade, and we belong to her.
She looks up at me and smiles.
‘And you're mine,' she says with conviction.
I know at that moment that even I will never, ever be able to leave this girl, not that I'd ever want to. I feel more at home with her than I have ever before.
She is my everything. Our little family that we've created is my everything, and I will do whatever it takes to protect it.
In the weary aftermath, I lie next to her and hold her.
We doze for a while, but we’re woken all too soon by Shade, telling us to get into the living room because he’s received a message from one of Sauvage’s guys.
I grab a robe for Daisy, and I throw on my clothes. We go into the next room to find the news on.
'A body has been found in the Richmond River belonging to Agatha Smith, a twenty-four-year-old nurse who had recently moved to town from New York. She was found this evening by a dog walker, strangled and beaten. More as that story develops at eleven.’
I glance at Daisy, who's staring at the screen with wide eyes.
'Joe did it,’ she says without hesitation.
‘How do you know?'
Her lip curls. 'He'd be angry with her that she'd lost me. He takes chances when he’s angry. He gets cocky because he’s a Banderville.'
She looks away from the TV, frowning suddenly.
'It's not your fault she's dead, Tulip,’ Mav says gently.
'No,’ she agrees. ‘But do you think that it's okay that I'm sort of glad she's gone…and a little annoyed that I’ve lost out on revenge?'
We all glance at each other. I’ll bet some of what Daisy hasn’t told us yet has to do with that bitch of a nurse and I think we all sort of wish we'd been the ones to end her.
'Yeah, gorgeous,' I say. 'I think that's okay.'