Chapter 9
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LENNY
“Maeve, this is my girlfriend, Lenny. Don’t you dare tell her anything embarrassing.”
“Daisy pissed herself one—”
Daisy’s hand flies over Maeve’s mouth before she can finish her sentence. “I have to know when you actually pissed yourself. Was it outside? Was it in the house? Why did you piss yourself? Oh my god, this isn’t a kink, is it? Honestly, I’ll love you either way, but…”
Daisy finally admits, “We were out riding the horses and way too far away from the house…”
My brows pull together because this is her childhood bestie, so they had to have been in this town. “You’re in the middle of nowhere, why wouldn’t you just pop a squat?"
She chuckles. “I don’t know what I was thinking.”
Maeve changes the subject back to us. “Anyways, girlfriend, I hear. Somebody fill me in, is this a U-Haul situation?”
Daisy and I just look at each other, and before I can say no to the whole U-Haul situation, it’s Daisy who beats me to it. “Yeah… Yeah, it is.”
My eyes widen slightly, and I try to hide the smile that’s broken out on my face. If Daisy wants to move in with me, or me with her, I’m not fighting that one bit.
Maeve slowly nods her head like she’s fully on board as we walk into The Watering Hole.
It’s your normal hole-in-the-wall, small-town gathering place.
And I swear I never feel more at home than in a bar like this.
The floors have that slightly sticky feel, low lighting with the neon signs on the walls lighting the way, and patrons that are here more than they’re at their own homes—that part makes me sad, but what do you do?
I watch as Maeve immediately darts directly to the bar, sitting down at the very end like she’s going to be there all night. Daisy leans into me and talks over the music, “The bartender up there is Vanessa, and said foster sister. Maeve won’t leave that barstool.”
“Rightfully so.” Everyone always freaks out about the whole foster-sibling thing—hell, even stepsiblings—but honestly, I don’t see the problem with it. As long as it’s two consenting adults, who cares?
I look down at Daisy and take in the absolute beauty of her.
She’s in a jean dress with her brown cowgirl boots on and, of course, topped off with her matching cowgirl hat.
The buttons on the front of this dress need to be awarded for holding her tits in.
All I can think about is taking her to that bathroom and popping each one of those buttons open like a present on Christmas morning.
The more tequila that enters my bloodstream, the harder it’s going to be to keep my hands off her. Daisy takes my hand in hers and starts dragging me toward the bar. “Let’s go get us some margaritas.”
“These aren’t coping margaritas, are they?” I question, because the last thing I want to be doing is enabling her.
She seems to really think it over, which I appreciate, before finally answering me. “Nope, just want to have fun with my girlfriend.”
We’re each on our third margarita, and as I watch the woman who was occupying the bathroom exit, I lean into Daisy’s ear, whispering, “Will you come to the bathroom with me, Birdie? I think I need some assistance.” I lean back and give her a wink so I know she’s catching what I’m really throwing down.
When she snaps her head my way, her hooded eyes tell me everything I need to know. She’s catching my drift completely.
I stand from my barstool, pulling her chair out, and as she stands, I grip her pretty blonde hair. Tilting her head back to meet my face, my mouth hovers over hers. “You gonna come on my fingers like a good girl?”
I watch as she waits for me to close the gap between our lips, but I never do. I only wait for her answer. And when she murmurs, “Yes,” I grab her hand and drag her to the bathroom.
I lock the heavy wooden door behind us and immediately take charge by pushing Daisy’s back into the wood.
“You may have had me coming on your tongue this morning, but now it’s my turn.
” I let my hands drift up her sides, humming in appreciation.
“You’ve been teasing me in this dress all goddamn night. ”
I pop the first couple of buttons on her dress, freeing her tits, and the groan that leaves me should be embarrassing. She pokes her chest out toward me, and I suck one of her peaked nipples between my lips while kneading the other.
“You look good with Mommy’s tit in your mouth.”
I hum at her praise, while still sucking and running my tongue over the tight bud. I let my hand drift down the length of the denim and pop the couple bottom buttons as well. “Spread these juicy thighs for me, Birdie.”
I pull back from her slightly just to take in the view that is Daisy. Her chest is heaving, her dress only buttoned around her waist, and her thighs spread, baring her cunt to me. “No underwear tonight? That’s awfully naughty behavior for such a sweet girl.”
“I wasn’t a sweet girl when you were coming for me in the kitchen, now was I?”
I place my pointer finger over her lips, shushing her. “Now, lean back and let me take care of you, Birdie.”