11. Chapter 11 Daisy
Chapter 11: Daisy
I 'm done playing nice.
After last night, after feeling Marcus's control finally snap, after coming apart under his hands. No more interruptions. No more "to be continued."
Time to make the mountain man lose his mind.
"You're plotting something," Old Joe says as I rearrange the store window. "Got that look in your eye."
I adjust the antique carving Marcus made, letting early sunlight catch the wild things in the grain. "Just updating the display."
"Uh-huh." He sips his coffee. "That why you're wearing that outfit?"
I glance down at my chosen weapons, my leggings and crop top. My hair's loose how Marcus likes it. Am I cold? Yep. Do I care? Nope.
"No idea what you mean."
Joe's chuckling follows me to the back room where I'm supposedly doing inventory. Really, I'm waiting.
Three... two... one...
Marcus's truck rumbles past right on schedule. Our eyes meet through the window and he nearly crashes.
Mission accomplished.
My phone buzzes seconds later: You look cold.
I snap a photo of me "checking inventory," bent over in my leggings , and send it.
Come and warm me up then.
His response is immediate. He is out of the car and opening the door in seconds. He nods to Joe, telling him to see himself out, before picking me up and throwing me over is shoulder and walking towards the back room. I had the perfect view of his butt and was enjoying this possessive side of him.
Sweet lord
"No more interruptions."
Tonight, Marcus Steel loses his legendary control.
The Trading Post's back room glows with candlelight. His restored furniture gleams. Everything's perfect.
He drops me onto his workbench, and steps between my legs.
Holy Moly, I could see the animal hunger in him, and I wanted it. Desperately.
I slowly strip my crop top off, watching his eyes take me in. He goes to touch me and I tell him to stop.
This time we are both getting naked first. I want to touch him and I want him in me.
His eyes darken. “What are you doing?”
"Taking control." I tell him.
His free hand finds my hip, thumb stroking bare skin above it as he hooks his fingers into my leggings and starts to drag them down my legs as I lift up to help him.
He steps back and drinks me in. I’m left in a pair of pink lace panties. Especially chosen for him. For tonight.
"Beautiful." He traces pink lace with his roughened fingers. "So beautiful." He leans in and kisses me. The kiss is different, hungrier, desperate. No chance of interruption making us hold back. I’m panting for him as he breaks off the kiss.
I tug his shirt up. "Your turn."
He lets me strip it off, my hands learning the map of his scars. They are worse on his chest. I’m not sure what happened to him, but I know now is not the time to ask. Now is the time I need him to see that I want him, all of him, scars and all.
I lean in and lick his nipple, slowly bringing it into my mouth. He groans and hold me head to his chest, as I kiss his scars, my fingertips tracing them around his back. I pull at his dog tags, resting against his broad chest and pull him down, so I am laying on the workbench under him , as I wrap my legs around his.
He cushions my head with his hand, like I'm precious. His dog tags brush my skin as he braces above me.
"Are you sure about this?" His voice is gravel-rough.
I wrap my legs around his waist. "Been sure for weeks."
He groans as the movement brings our bodies flush. His control visibly splinters.
"Last chance to run."
“I will chase you down.”
Something fierce flashes in his eyes. Then he's kissing me hard, hands everywhere. I arch into his touch, finally, finally getting to touch back.
"I need you," I gasp as his mouth finds my throat. "Please Marcus." I try to remove my underwear, needing him to touch me.
"You need to learn patience." But his voice shakes.
"I’m done with patience." I rock against him.
He retaliates by trailing kisses lower, discovering what makes me gasp, what makes me moan. I fist my hands in his hair as he slowly removes my underwear, fully exposing myself to him.
I feel his tongue, rough on my sensitive skin, as he licks me. One long lick up my core and softly circling my clit.
“More,” I beg, not caring what he thinks. I just need more.
His fingers open me up, as his mouth descends on me, his tongue dipping into me, as I feel my body respond.
“You are delicious,” he growls as he slowly pushes two fingers into me, stretching me, as he watches my face for any pain. “Is this too much?” he asks as his fingers begin to thrust into me.
I meet him thrust for thrust, unable to speak as I my body bows as he ads a third fingers and he nips at my clit.
That did it. I screamed as my legs wrapped around his head and pushed him deeper into me as I felt my release rip through me. Marcus held on, not letting up as he lapped at me, as I heard his fingers against my wetness.
He finally kisses his way back up my body. I grab his tags, pulling him closer. "Fuck me now, Marcus."
I sit up and undo his jeans, pushing them down as they drop to the floor. His erection juts out of his boxer, bobbing against his stomach.
“Holy mother.”
I watch as Marcus pushes his boxes down and palms himself, and I watch as he grows larger. How the hell is that even possible?
“This is as far as we can go,” he groans. “I have no condoms.”
“One, I own the store. Two, I don’t need one. I haven’t had sex in twelve months. And I really want to feel you in me. I want you to fill me.”
His breathing deepens. “I’m clean.”
I reach out for him and try to wrap a hand around him, but end up using both hands as I watch him twitch against me.
He lifts me up and goes to the lounge and sits down so I straddle him.
“You set the pace.” He tells me as he lays back, pulling me with him. “You only take what you want to.”
Then the world narrows to sensation – his weight, his hands, his mouth on mine.
I trace his scars as we move together, learning him by touch. His hands find mine, fingers intertwining as he drags me down to him.
"Look at me," he growls.
I open my eyes, drowning in stormy grey. The intensity steals my breath.
"Beautiful," he murmurs. "So beautiful."
This was it. I was ready. I sit up slightly, as he reaches for himself and lines up against me as I slowly sink down into him. He is thicker than I was used to and the stretch was delicious.
I moved so slowly and I could see he was concentrating on not moving until I was ready.
I was finally seated on him, feeling his throb deep inside me. His hands find my hips as I begin to move, arching over him as my movements become quicker and quicker.
He flips us in one motion and he thrusts harder into me, making me call out as I warp my legs around him.
I arch as he hits the perfect spot. "Marcus."
"I've got you." He kisses me deeply as he thrusts faster into me. "Let go."
I shatter in his arms, feeling his release shoot inside me, both of us calling out with our release.
Breathing heavy, he gathers me close, pressing kisses to my temple. I trace patterns on his chest, feeling his heartbeat slow.
"Mine." His voice rumbles under my ear.
That’s is so hot.
I prop up on his chest, studying his face.
"What?" he asks softly.
"Just wondering how I got so lucky."
He snorts. "Think that's my line."
"We can share it." I kiss his jaw.
His hands stroke my back. "I like that thought.”
"Mm-hmm." I trail kisses down his throat as I feel him harder against me again.
“Take me to bed.”
His growl vibrates through me as he cradles me in his arms and walks up the stairs to my bed.
This time it was slower, deeper.
I trace his scars with fingers and mouth, showing him how beautiful he is to me. How perfectly he fits against me, in me.
"Daisy." The way he says my name undoes me.
"I know." I wrap around him completely. "Me too."
We lose ourselves in each other as the candles burn low. Making up for all those interruptions.
Later, much later, he traces patterns on my hip as I drift.
"Thank you."
I prop up, finding his eyes in the dark. "For what?"
"For seeing me." His thumb strokes my cheek. "The real me."
I kiss him softly.
"Thank you for letting me."
He pulls me closer, tucking me against his side. I fall asleep to his heartbeat, feeling utterly, completely home. Finally, no more interruptions. Finally, I have found a home.