11-VINCENT
I had the urge to leave a visible mark of the connection, even a temporary one, and Daisy doesn’t recoil. Her surprised, but accepting reaction affects me more than I’ll admit. Finishing on her wasn’t meant to be disrespectful. It wasn’t even about dominance or sex.
Spreading it across her isn’t sexual for me. Hot, yes, but also somehow, bonding. With Daisy, something deep inside snaps loose. As if the wiring in my DNA flicked on a missing piece. I needed her. Like all I was missing in my life, was Daisy.
She doesn’t know it. I barely understand it.
When she told me to fuck her like she destroyed my life, I couldn’t help but do it, even though I didn’t quite know how.
So many times, I wanted to have Jori one last time, and she let me take out a fraction of my frustration on her.
Jori fucked me up, and unfortunately, every autumn after she left, the pain resurfaced.
Jori broke my heart and made me feel disposable—Like Daisy’s ex made her feel. I gave her all my attention, all my focus, and she walked away as if none of it mattered.
But Daisy—the way I slammed her onto me over and over. The rhythm of her body as I practically used her while giving her what she asked for. And the way she watched herself get fucked alone, was enough for me. If I could have her over and over again, maybe something deep down in me would heal.
My chest heaved as I sat where I finished. Daisy laid there, her body spent and melted into the bed.
“I hope that wasn’t too disappointing.” I breathed, breaking the silence of ourselves panting, trying to catch our breath.
“No.” She huffed. “It was good.”
I should probably get something for her stomach. Was it weird that I did that? She didn’t seem to care, and maybe she was so wrapped up in her orgasm that she didn’t even notice.
I closed her legs to the side of me and balanced my footing on the ground before opening the drawer next to the bed.
Lube, vibrator, dildo, and some other things they taught us to use if the time called for it.
I grabbed the towel, folded neatly to the side, and pushed the drawer closed again.
I dragged the cloth over a few spots on her breast, then circled the towel across her stomach.
She didn’t seem to mind that my eyes were glued to her body. Daisy should be studied, no, worshiped. She should be painted on canvas and carved into marble. That’s how beautiful she was. She made me laugh too.
Respectful of the staff, I dropped the towel into the hamper. Plus, who would want to fucking look at that?
I lay down on my elbow beside her in my original spot. “How can I get ahold of your ex, so I can thank him for tonight?”
She snorted, rolling towards me. “Hm. The divorce isn’t finalized, so it might not be the best idea to tell someone that you slept with his wife. Especially when he wants her back.”
“I don’t blame him. But then again, I wouldn’t have fucked up the first time to push you to even think about getting a divorce.
” I didn’t know much about Daisy, and from what I could tell, she was funny, kind, and genuine.
She seemed to think things through before making quick decisions, except when it came to marrying a loser.
I didn’t stop my hands from finding her again. Bare skin under my palm, I pulled her closer to me, dropping my lips towards hers. She curled into me, fingertips on my jaw. Her tongue swayed between our mouths, tied up in our kiss.
She dropped back for a breath, dropping her hand to my chest, then looked at me. “Why are you here? Why do you do this?”
God, I wasn’t going to spill about Jori.
I didn’t care to, and I didn’t want to think about her.
Not now, not with Daisy. And what was I supposed to say?
‘My ex broke up with me, and I knew she was into this and hoped she had entered’?
No, I wouldn’t say that. I hated even admitting it to myself.
“Hm, I guess the thrill. The money is nice too.”
“The money.” She smiled. “What? So you only have to work once a year?”
“No.” I chuckled. “I work all year round.”
“Doing what?”
“I can’t tell you. It’ll break character.” My voice dropped. “Mics, remember?”
Daisy nodded.
Was I on a date? She was acting like it, and as much as I would hate to admit it, I didn’t mind getting to know her either.
I viewed her profile during our briefing last week.
Decided I wanted to get her instead, and now what?
She was acting like we were going to see each other again, and this whole thing was just a normal day for her.
“How old is Fang?” She whispered.
I inched closer to her face. “Thirty-four. You?”
“Thirty-one.” We were quiet, barely audible to each other. “What occupation would Fang do if he wasn’t doing this?”
“I think he would try out being a farrier, probably an Interagency Hotshot Crew member during the summer.” I gave her another soft kiss, barely realizing what was happening between us.
Her hand rested on my side. The soft pressure of her fingertips pulled me back to our conversation. “Daisy likes to bake. So much, she opened a bakery.” Her expression changed. “Does Fang think I’m attractive?”
“That would be an understatement. Why do you think you made it into my cabin and not Smoke’s?”
“You want to fuck me again, don’t you?”
“Tell me when.” My fingers dropped between her legs, reminding her how much I want to touch her.
Her sticky lips gripped my middle finger like velvet before dipping into the soft slickness in between them.
Daisy kissed me. Pulled me into her like we were teenagers.
She hiked her knee up to my hip, and I slipped two fingers inside her.
Her hand wrapped around my cock, gripping it tight as she stroked up and down. What was limp and tired was now being pumped back to life.
Daisy’s lips left mine. Her green eyes sultrily glistened, focused on mine. “I want you to bend me over the arm of the couch, and fuck me so hard, when you’re finished with me, I look up and see that I’m damn near the front door.”
My fingers slipped out of her with ease. “Anything else?” I held my gaze as I cleaned off the two digits that got the pleasure of being inside her, with my tongue.
Her voice dropped low. “Yes. I want to hear you say my real name, right now.”
“What is it?”
“Reagan.”
“Reagan?” I repeated her softly. Not Daisy. Luckily, not Tori, Lori, or Corey, and sure as hell not Jori.
She gave a slight nod and smiled, letting me go to sit up.
Nothing else was said. Her bare feet padded against the hardwood to the side of the couch, and her palms rested on the leather.
Reagan looked back at me until I realized I was supposed to be following her. Not just watching and ogling at her.
I departed the bed with a chortle and noticed she didn’t fear my eye contact. Didn’t ever look away. The last two girls would look at me only for a few seconds. I could sense that my stare was too much by the way they averted their eyes quickly or dropped their eyes, even just for a moment.
My hands ran down the softness of Reagan’s back, brushing her back dimples with my thumbs. “Spread your pussy open,” I instructed. I didn’t want to let go of her either, and watching her participate was just as fun for me since she didn’t seem to mind.
Wrapping her hands behind her thighs, her pale pink nails lined up along her slit, exposing just enough for me to sink into her. I dropped my head back at the feeling of her tight, wet cunt clenching around me. I had to remind myself not to squeeze her too hard under my grip.
Watching my cock slide in and out of her, lips flush against my shaft, and the way her ass rippled when I rocked into her made me throb even harder. And if I got too into it, I wouldn’t be proud of how long I lasted.
Her breathing and gentle moans caught the rhythm of my thrust, and she sank into the couch. Her voice was melodic. She wasn’t screaming or high-pitched. What was coming from her was raw, and it solidified that her ex never fucked her right.
I drove into Reagan harder. I could feel her adjust but didn’t think anything of it until her fingertips grazed my shaft, just for a moment. I watched her pink nails slide along her lips, feeling our connection pulse before disappearing to tend to her clit.
When I finally looked up at the back of her, I caught her staring at me. Watching me with my hair in my face, my focus on pleasing her, and my fingers digging into her skin around her hips.
“Fuck.” She exhaled. I leered at her long enough to witness her moans leave her lips before she turned forward again. My fingertips slithered up her back toward the nape of her neck. Her soft hair intertwined between my knuckles before tightening in my grip at the back of her head.
Reagan’s inhale was sharp. Like she was surprised by it and arched her shoulders higher. “Harder.” rolled from her throat. I gave her all I could, and the wood in the sofa creaked with us.
Her breathing quickened. Moans got louder. She clamped down around me. It didn’t take long for the room to grow silent. She came on my cock a second time, and it was just as good as the first round. She might have been finished, but I was not.
Still face down, processing what she physically went through, I grabbed hold of both her arms and rammed into her repeatedly.
I caught a glimpse of her in the black glass of the gas fireplace.
Tits perky and jumping with each slam. God, I was close.
And then Reagan looked back at me. Lips plump.
Makeup was no longer immaculate. But she was perfect as she took each blow.
Not rushing to leave, I came inside her and pulled her back against my chest. I ran my palms up and down the front of her. Her neck. Her chest. Her ribs. Her belly. Her velvety wet pussy that I was still inside of.
My lips found the crook of her neck, moving them up to her ear before biting it tenderly. “Fang.” She whispered and turned to me, losing my place inside her.
Mesmerized by her, I cupped her face before she could speak. I tried reading every thought, every question through her eyes. I kissed her gingerly. Because someone who fucks like that needs to be handled just as gently.
“Fang.” She repeated after I pulled back.
“Hm?”
“I hate to say this, but the couch hasn’t moved.”
“It’s probably the god-forsaken rug under it.” I stole another quick kiss. “Do you need anything?”
“Probably just some water, a bathroom break, and for both of us to stay naked.”
“You got it.” I gave her a nod and stepped to the side to watch her pass. Her body was marked with red where I had gripped her a little too hard.
As the door closed, I grabbed another towel to clean myself off. I didn’t mind, but I’m not sure how she would feel if I just rocked it. Being out in the woods for extended periods ruined my hygiene habits.
I tossed the towel and grabbed two waters out of the mini bar. Cold in my hand, I set one on her side, pulled the covers back, and made my way to the other side of the bed. I chugged half of the drink and set it down with the cap off.
The door opened, and Reagan appeared somewhat put back together. Smoke would have been so lucky. The tattoos across my knuckles said ‘work’ and ‘luck’ because that’s what life is. One part luck and one part work. This time, I had to put in the work to get lucky with Daisy.
“Thank you.” She spoke softly and took a few sips before replacing the cap.
“You want to lie down for a bit?” The question rolled to the front of my head before I spilled it out.
I stood there like a fucking weirdo because I didn’t know what to do.
I didn’t know how to keep my cool. Because my dick wasn’t inside her, I was suddenly confused about how to act.
“Yeah.” Reagan sat on the edge of the bed and opened the drawer to the nightstand.
“Oh!” She responded with her back to me, glancing at the variety of toys to help with tonight.
She shuffled through the items. A click.
Buzz. Then, a variation of vibrations as she rotated through the options before turning it off.
She continued going through the drawer, announcing everything inside. “Lube, vibrator, butt plug, hand cuffs.” Reagan turned to face me. “Is this your stuff?”
“No. It’s provided by The Forewarning. Just like your robe, candle, pajamas, you know, keepsakes.”
“We might have to use some of it later.” She smirked and didn’t hold much eye contact as we slipped under the covers until we were face to face. The blanket hung low at our waists, and I couldn’t complain.
She gently smiled at me before asking me, “Did you expect tonight to go like this?”
Go like this? Like, I saw her on a screen and decided she was meant for me, and the moment I got her under this roof, she’s done nothing but make me rock hard with a smile on? No, I didn’t. “No. You’ve got me thinking I’m the one getting The Forewarning experience. What about you?”
She rolled to her back and looked up at the ceiling. “You know, before I came here, I wasn’t sure if I would sleep with someone I just met. My gay brother was trying to convince me I should because I lost weight and should show off my new body or let someone appreciate it.”
I almost choked on my words. “Well, I’m sure as fuck glad you did because I appreciate it.”
I rubbed against her bare stomach, and she shot me a smile. “Thanks. Do you always connect with someone this fast? Is it like this every time for you?”
“It’s never been like this. It’s always a job.” My voice hushed, “You made me take off the one thing that made this fantasy, and now I’m not sure I can put it back on because I’ll always be looking for you in the woods.”