24. Daisy
DAISY
Sitting at the game by myself isn’t as lonely as I imagined. I’m in my Valley Hockey T-shirt in the student section. With so many people still on break, the arena is emptier than last time. I spot Gavin and some of the basketball guys in the front row. Good thing Violet isn’t here.
I text her to see how she’s doing, and she responds right away, Fine. Bored. How’s Valley and Jordan?
I snap a picture of him on the ice and send it along with another text asking when she’s coming back.
She doesn’t reply before the game starts, and I tuck my phone away and get lost in the action. I really do enjoy watching. Especially Jordan. He’s so fast and ruthless with every shift.
I talked to him earlier today to see how things went with Liam.
He was vague, saying Liam had some stuff going on but that he was okay.
I watch him now to see if I can tell any difference in him, but Liam rarely looks anything less than cool and collected.
Even now, sweaty and tired, he’s put together in a way that I don’t find as intriguing as I once did.
I like that Jordan’s emotions play out on his face and in his body language, even in his words. He’s usually happy and playful, but when he’s mad or sad, you know it. He isn’t afraid of being exactly who he is at any given moment.
Valley wins, but there isn’t the same excitement as the last game I attended. I told Jordan I was coming, but we didn’t make plans after the game. They have another game tomorrow, so I doubt they’ll be partying tonight, but I’m still hopeful I might get to see him.
I move slowly from my seat and toward the doors. I linger outside, cradling my phone. I could text him, but I came to the game. Just like I came back to hang out with him, and I showed up at his dorm last night. It’s his move.
The crowd thins, and my fingers grow cold. I’m seconds from giving up when my phone vibrates with a text from him, Busy tonight?
Depends, I reply as my smile grows wide.
His response is one only I’d understand, Tree house, white panties, twenty minutes.
I rush home with butterflies in my stomach and a throb deep in my core.
It’s more like thirty minutes before I hear Jordan’s footsteps crossing the yard. He climbs up the ladder without calling up first. He has a plastic bag looped over one wrist as he steps up into my space.
“Hey,” I say, unable to keep my breaths from coming out like pants.
“Sorry. It took me longer than I thought. Had to make a stop.”
He drops down beside me. The smell of his soap clings to him.
“Congrats on the game.”
“Thanks.” He smiles and places the bag on his lap.
“To keep warm.” He holds up the bottle of Fireball before setting it down between us.
“In case we get hungry.” He tosses out three bags of chips, then grabs one of them back and opens it. He tosses several in his mouth and chews with a satisfied groan.
“We or you?”
“I got something for you too,” he says, and his lips hitch into a satisfied smile as he holds up a candy necklace.
“You remembered.”
“Of course.” He pulls out Fun Dip, too, and finally a bottle of water.
I go for the Fireball first, wanting the warmth and maybe some of its courage. “We’re supposed to just drink this straight?”
“I was in a rush to get here, babe. Mixed drinks were too many added steps.”
The endearment doesn’t go unnoticed, even if he said it without thinking.
I laugh as I lift the bottle to my lips and let the dark liquor trickle into my mouth.
It slides down in a trail of warmth. I pass the bottle to Jordan, and he takes a much longer drink before sitting back and finishing off his chips.
“Liam seemed okay during the game. Does that mean everything worked itself out?”
“Sort of.” He tips his head side to side. “I think he’s going to be okay. Thanks again for going to look for him with me.”
“Of course. Being there for friends is important. If it were one of my friends, I wouldn’t have been able to concentrate on anything else until I knew they were okay.”
“I was worried, but I think I could have concentrated on something else.” His heated gaze holds mine. My heart gallops in my chest, and I reach for the Fireball again.
With a light chuckle, Jordan sits back, and we pass the bottle back and forth a couple of times. I pick up the candy necklace and remove it from the clear plastic packaging. I lift it to my mouth and bite one of the hard candies. Jordan watches with amusement.
“You’re doing it all wrong.”
“Is there a right way to eat a candy necklace?”
“It’s in the name,” he says and takes it from me. He lifts it over my head and down around my neck. He moves closer. His head dips, and his lips brush my skin as he pulls the candy between his teeth.
I hold my breath as he eats one and then another, kissing my neck in between.
“I think I prefer your way.”
He grins and positions us, so I’m lying flat on my back. One big palm slides under my shirt. He pulls back and looks me in the eye.
“Try it,” he says. He uses his mouth to bring the necklace to my lips. The sweet candy crunches under my teeth. I let the necklace fall back around my throat, and Jordan covers my lips and cups my breast. His thumb circles my nipple, and I arch into his touch.
I sit up to remove my shirt and his. Jordan drops kisses to my shoulder and collarbone as he unhooks my bra. It goes in the pile of our discarded clothes.
His tongue leaves a wet trail along the valley of my breasts and down to my belly button. He places soft kisses down my stomach as he undoes my jeans and pushes them down. Lower and lower he goes until he reaches the band of my panties. White cotton. Not even close to the sexiest pair I own.
He takes off my jeans, then his own. A chill creeps over my skin, and goosebumps dot my arms.
He grabs one of the extra blankets I brought outside with this exact situation in mind.
He covers me and then ducks underneath, reappearing in front of me.
His erection hits along my aching core. He takes my mouth in a fast and hard kiss before dropping back to my neck.
With every crunch of the candy necklace, he rubs along my panties until I’m sure there’s a giant wet spot waiting for him.
I run my hands along his back and down to his hips.
I have every intention of removing the thin barriers between us, but Jordan has other ideas.
He kisses down my body again until his lips ghost along my panties.
His finger runs at a frustratingly slow pace from hip bone to hip bone, barely sliding underneath the material.
My hips arch up. I need more. Finally, he gives it to me. His hand dips under my panties. When his fingers reach my clit, a jolt shoots through me. In a slow, steady rhythm, he works me until I’m writhing under him.
Only then does he slide my panties down my legs. He lifts them in a ball to his face and inhales. My pussy throbs.
“I’m so close it hurts.”
“I’ve got you, sweet Daisy.” His shoulders push between my legs, and he kisses my clit.
“Oh god.” My head tips back.
He spreads my legs farther apart and pushes his tongue inside of me, then flicks it up. He sucks and licks in the same sort of hard, demanding kisses I’ve grown used to.
No one has ever made me feel so good and so… worshipped. It’s in this moment that I refuse to believe it’s ever been like this for him either. What we have is more.
When I come, crying out into the silent night, he only continues holding me tight as my body shudders. I see stars. Not the kind in the sky, though those are probably visible if I could pry my eyes open.
He sets another kiss below my belly button as he moves up to lie next to me.
I turn my head to look at him. He’s smiling, definitely pleased with himself. I’m pretty pleased with him too.
He lifts my white panties up and lets them dangle from a fingertip. “Keeping these. Hope you have more.”
“You are not keeping them.” I grab for them, and he holds them out of my reach and kisses me. He doesn’t play fair, but I’m not really complaining.
He rolls on top of me. His boxers are still on, and I push at them, eager to see and feel all of him.
He leans to the side as he takes them off. And finally, we’re both naked. My fingers wrap around him, and his eyes fall closed. His jaw flexes. It’s the only indication he’s struggling to keep still. But he lets me have this. He doesn’t move as I stroke him tentatively.
His skin is warm when I bring my lips to it. The muscles contract and his chest lifts and falls with his breathing.
He moves my hair away from my face and cups the back of my neck as he kisses my forehead, and it’s the most tender feeling in a moment I expected anything but tenderness from him.
In a flash of confidence, I’ll attribute to the Fireball later, I push him back and straddle him.
Now that I’m here, I feel clumsy. That is until I find him staring at me as I’ve only ever seen someone in the movies do.
He’s Mister Darcy across the dance floor, pinning me with a look that can only be described as yearning.
“Condoms are in my wallet,” he says as he rests both hands along my hips.
My heart beats wildly as I dig out his wallet from the back pocket of his jeans. Three condoms poke out of the top, and I hold up the strip.
He takes them from me, rips one off, and tosses it and his wallet back on top of our clothes pile. His mouth covers mine as he tears the foil and shifts to cover himself.
“Are you ready, Daisy?”
No sweet Daisy this time. No teasing. He’s checking to make sure I really want to do this.
Nodding, I lift up so he can position himself underneath me. I sink onto him slowly, inch by inch. Tears prick behind my eyelids as he stretches and fills me.
His hands at my hips guide me—the pads of his thumbs dragging along my skin in a reassuring caress.
When he’s buried inside me, I rest my weight on top of him and let my eyes flutter closed.
He sits up and kisses me. “Doing okay?”
“Divine.” My muscles contract around him, and he lets out a guttural groan.
“Good.” He smacks my ass lightly before he lies back. “Have your dirty way with me, sweet Daisy.”
His hands take their place back at my hips, and ever so lightly, he sets the rhythm. Up and down over his thick length. Bliss hangs above me so close I can taste it, but I don’t want this to be over.
Jordan must have the same thought because he wraps an arm around my waist and turns us, so he’s on top. The playful softness of his face is gone and is replaced with a hard set of his jaw and cheekbones that look like they could cut glass.
He reaches between us to touch me. My legs spread open, and he sinks one finger in and then two. He removes them, and the head of his dick takes their place. I inhale, filling my lungs with air and holding it until he’s deep inside.
“Sweet, sweet Daisy,” he murmurs against my lips.
“I’m not that sweet.”
“You are,” he insists. “And it’s the hottest fucking thing.”
Then he crushes his mouth down on mine. Our tongues tangle with our groans. Each thrust is harder, more urgent. He kisses down my neck and latches on to my candy necklace, eating them one by one as he drives into me.
My want is a frantic, tangible thing. I cling to him, urging him impossibly faster and harder until every nerve ending explodes.
As I clench and pulse around him, he finds his own bliss. His hips slow, and his lips move along my skin. “Sweet Daisy. So fucking sweet.”
My chin rests on Jordan’s chest, and his fingers absently graze up and down my spine.
“Tell me again why we haven’t been doing that every time you’ve been up here?”
He smiles lazily at me. He’s tired. I guess he did play a hockey game tonight.
I sit up. “We might need to start our study sessions a little earlier if they’re going to end like this. Speaking of, are you going to need my help again this semester?”
“That’s a hard offer to turn down.”
Happiness stretches through my limbs that he wants to spend more time together. “Thank god you needed a tutor.”
He stills underneath me.
“I just mean this probably wouldn’t have happened otherwise.”
“I know what you meant.” He clears his throat and rolls to his side. “I need to tell you something.”
My heart squeezes in my chest. Tonight has been perfect. I know that sex doesn’t necessarily mean anything else will change between us. I prepared myself for this.
“Tell me what?”
“Before we started studying together—” He stops, and his jaw works back and forth. “Remember how I told you to ask out Liam?”
“Yeah.”
“You were into him, and I didn’t want you to go out with him.”
It’s an unexpected thrill to think that Jordan was interested in me before I even realized it.
“You didn’t?” I smile.
“No, I saw you in that sexy red dress and lost my mind, but I—” He sighs. “Fuck, I don’t know how to say this.”
It hits me slowly but doesn’t strike me with as much disappointment as I thought it would.
He liked me, but it didn’t stop him from hooking up with other people during that time.
I assumed it but never would have asked.
I can hardly blame him when I spent those first weeks still crushing on his roommate.
“I don’t care about any of that,” I say in a rush before he can confess names or numbers. God, I don’t even want to think about how many.
“You don’t?” His brows pinch together.
“No. How could I? I know you, and I know you don’t really do the girlfriend thing. I’m not expecting this to change that.” It’s all true, but I hope he’ll tell me I’m wrong.
He doesn’t. His mouth opens and closes. Finally, he nods.
“Just promise me one thing.”
“What’s that?” His eyes continue to narrow as he studies me carefully.
“No hooking up with other people as long as this is going on. We can be casual, but I need it to at least be exclusive from here on out. I will not be very sweet if I think about you hooking up with other people.”
He chuckles softly. “Me either.”
“So exclusive?” I don’t wait for his answer. “If you’re not okay with that, then we’ll just call tonight one amazing night together. But also, we should do it again if this is a unicorn night.”
“I’m good with that.” His playful smirk and tone return. He yanks me back on top of him. “And we’re absolutely going to do it again.”