Chapter 9
Daisy
Life was a whirlwind. Headed back to the farm, so little time to talk to Ryzer about the bonkers invitation he made.
It didn’t even phase Dee-Dee or any of the boys when he announced that part of her family was on their way.
Even if every single person showed up, they had plenty of room.
And plenty of use for them. Then, after unpacking, they still ended up on their hands and knees in the barn anyway.
Scrub, scrub, scrub; she’d never been so sick of tiny brushes and soap in her life.
Despite the ache in her shoulders and the pain in her shins from knocking them into things while cleaning, it felt good to spend time with just her thoughts.
Her mother made it clear they were coming, and it was a good idea.
Aquaterra held no future for her family.
They needed the money. They needed the housing.
They needed the stability. Bitterroot Fields could use the entire Hausenbach family tree, she knew that.
But Ryzer was right when he said she purposely tried to forget her data pad at home to avoid the hurt.
Daisy didn’t want to call because she knew her mother wouldn’t be mad about the ship.
She didn’t even say ‘I told you so’. Though, that’ll come later once the wound is healed and rubbing salt in it no longer burns.
Daisy was hurt because it was so obvious that she did all this out of grief.
She kept that ship alive because she wasn’t ready to say goodbye to her father.
He was gone. And the galaxy decided to teach her that lesson the hard way. Her father was gone. No amount of risky piloting would bring him back. That chapter of her life, living packed in a tin can with him, being his co-pilot—it was closed. It was time to finally live for herself.
It was time to chase her own dreams and happiness.
Which was why, as she lay in her bed, staring up at the ceiling in the dark, she ignored the stiffness in her muscles.
She pushed back the blankets and pushed her toes into her slippers again.
In only a pair of pajama bottoms and a tank-top, she followed her heart down the hall.
With a quick, swift knock, she tried not to psyche herself out of what she wanted.
Ryzer’s door creaked open before his shadow fell over her.
A tiny side-lamp illuminated the pocket of space between them and made his salt and pepper hair glitter like the night’s sky.
His honeyed eyes searched her face. “Evenin’, Sweets.
You better not be here to try and convince me to take back my invite. ”
“No, my mother would send a slipper through space and time to smack me upside the head if I did,” she giggled softly.
His lips curled up into a knowing smirk, “Good, then, what do I owe the pleasure of your company?”
“We never got to talk about that kiss,” she swallowed the lump in her throat.
“Talk about it? Or were you hoping to continue it?” His suggestion sent a shiver down her spine.
Daisy curled her fists up by her side, steeling her nerve.
Take your shot, Sweets. Find your happiness.
Stepping toward him, he slowly retreated till she was in the middle of his darkened room.
Ryzer closed the door behind her as she spun to take it in.
Their rooms were so similar it was uncanny.
Minus the few photos hung up along his walls and the difference in bedframe.
His didn’t come with a headboard for obvious reasons.
Daisy faced him again, giddy butterflies filling the cavity in her chest. “Continue it.”
“I was hopin’ you’d say that,” he sighed with relief.
A toothy grin split her face as he loomed over her.
One of his hands cradled the back of her head, the light even dimmer now with his back to it.
It didn’t diminish her ability to carve out the shape of his face or know those eyes were full of hunger.
Something they both shared. “Tell me, sweetheart, how much can I continue that kiss? Before I lose myself in those pretty lips on yer face, I wanna know what you want. We go at yer speed.”
Oh… Oh boy. She laughed nervously. Raking fingers down the front of his sleep shirt, reveling at the sound of his tail swishing quickly behind him, she found the hem.
Then her fingers ran up his stomach. It rolled under her touch.
If he were capable of goose bumps, she believed he’d be covered in them.
Instead, she fisted up the fur on the front of his chest and tugged lightly.
His face closed in with hers but didn’t go the whole way, waiting on her answer.
A heavily bated breath fell out of her mouth before she confessed, “I want you to take me right here and now.”
“Sweet thing, you sure?” he murmured, their noses brushing in the dark.
Daisy nodded, “Ryzer, I’ve never been more sure of anything. I want you to spread me across that bed and see for yourself if I really am sweet.”
“And then?” he snickered, leading her backward. Her feet stumbled out of her slippers, across the frosty hardwood floor.
“And then I want you. All of you.”
“You must like being sore, sweetheart,” Ryzer teased as the back of her calves hit the corner of his bed.
“I consider myself a glutton for punishment,” she countered.
“That’s for damn sure.” Was all the warning she got before he hoisted her by the hips and flung her onto the bed.
She skipped across the bunched-up comforter once before he crawled over her.
Their hands moved in a flurry, pulling and tugging and gasping for air when removing her pajamas required their kiss to part.
And it was a rough kiss. Their lips met over and out, tongues darting in and out of each other’s mouths till no fabric separated them.
His palms roamed her sides, then up across her rib cage.
He groaned when his fingers found her poor nipples that he’d only just brushed last night.
Unlike last night, where there had been hesitation and tenderness, spread out in his bed was pure need.
The exact thing she needed. Lost to his touch, her mind raced to keep up instead of worrying about the fact she didn’t know what she was doing.
Thankfully, Ryzer took control. A hand spared to her hair, forcing her chin up and exposing her neck.
He kissed down her jugular to her collar bone before nipping around her chest. She barely caught her breath before his tongue flicked against her nipples.
Her left foot kicked out only to settle around his hips. Or as close to it as she could get.
He was thick. Heavy. Firm. Like a warm, fluffy mountain weighing her down into the cushiony mattress.
He lay on her enough to feel him move, to feel every brush of his body as he traveled downwards.
But there was enough space to move her arms, her legs, to wrap around him and rake her heels up his back as he kissed down her stomach.
It flipped inside out as his hot kisses tormented the sensitive skin near her thighs.
In a moment her ankles were against his shoulder blades and that long, broad tongue of his swiped through her curls.
“Fuh-fuck,” she gasped, wrapping a fist around a horn, while the other dug into the sheets.
He snickered, but there were no witty remarks as he dragged his tongue deeper through her desire.
When he lapped at her clit, her eyes rolled back in her head.
Oh, I see why they write about this. How have I waited this long to have someone’s face between my thighs?
Electricity ran up her nervous system. She was a live wire, full of red flashing lights and alarms as he sucked on her clit.
Hips rolling for him till he was forced to hold her down with a forearm draped over her stomach.
Daisy wasn’t much in the way of making noise.
Just the ragged sound of her sucking in sharp breaths and letting it out in choppy puffs, the loudest sound was the steady groaning of the bed as the wooden legs rocked with her body.
White spots formed behind her lids and suddenly, the stars exploded.
Relief rushed through her and cool mint kissed all over her slightly damp skin.
Daisy blinked away dizziness as her orgasm washed over her.
Ryzer pushed up, licking his chops greedily. She couldn’t help the giddy giggle that spilled out of her. “Hungry boy.”
“Oh, I’m a glutton for sweet treats,” he snickered, crawling up her body. “Now…about that punishment you wanted.”
“Oh, I didn’t—you don’t have,” she panted for air, burning cheeks turning into a burning throat and chest. He tweaked a nipple of hers to cut her off. A gasp ripped through her stumbling speech.
“You like being sore, sweetheart. No shame in it,” he rumbled, grinding down against her.
Her breath caught a second time as she realized he was naked.
Somewhere in the mess of eating her like a starved man, he’d pulled off his sleeping clothes too.
Her eyes fluttered rapidly. Fighting for her life and to keep her eyes open as the tip of his heavy, hefty cock tip pressed against her curls.
Her toes curled against the sheets. Daisy bent her knees and he chuckled.
“See, don’t act like you don’t wanna ache in the mornin’. ”
“I wanna be so sore, sitting down for breakfast takes my breath away,” she confessed like he’d wrapped his fingers around her lungs.
“That’s what I thought,” he murmured against her ear.
Ryzer pressed into her. Inch by inch, beating the air out of her lungs to make room for him.
He wasn’t just long, he was thick—of course she would pick the biggest mother fucking mountain for her first time.
Then again, Daisy never half-assed anything.
If she was gonna get fucked, she was gonna get it from a bull-dozer of a man who knew a thing or two about putting it away.
Ryzer was steady. He thrust in gradual increments, letting her hips and insides adjust before dragging it back out. Only to push it a little deeper.
Eyes clenched closed, back arched, she was weak to do anything but take it.
Take him and wrap her limp legs around his thick hind.
Her heels dug into his muscles and it made the stretch easier.
It was an agonizing eternity. The entire time, he nursed a bruise into her neck.
He left her tingly all over. And when he dragged his cock all the way back out of her that time, she shivered from crown to toe.
“Breathe, sweetheart. You’ve done so well, taking all of me.
Don’t ya feel how snug I fit? Yer gonna feel me for the rest of week.
Breathe for me. That’s it,” he purred against her skin as her body worked under his command.
When he said breathe? She sucked in a gulp of air.
When he told her to open her eyes, to watch him fuck her?
They ripped open and she lifted her head to memorize how he sharply thrust into her.
When he told her to grab onto his horns and hold on, she dangled off them, eyes glued to where their bodies met.
“That’s it, sweetheart,” he praised, holding her by the hips to keep her still while he rammed himself harder into her.
While her mouth was open, gulping down air, it was Ryzer that was moaning.
He growled praise as his thrusts grew more erratic.
“Stars, yer gorgeous. Always have been, just a sweet little thing I wanted nothing more than to shove my tongue up yer skirt. Fuck, sweetheart, I’m gonna make sure you’re sore as often as you want.
My glutton for punishment. Bet you pick a fight with me just to get bent over my knee, don’t you? ”
Her eyes widened and his lips curled into a wicked smirk.
Oh, I didn’t even know that was an option.
He captured her mouth in a searing kiss.
Their tongues tangled hastily. She chased the high from his words, sucking in the air he exhaled.
Her body trembled as another orgasm threatened her.
When he broke the kiss, it was just to moan more filth into her ears.
“I’ll see it done, sweets. I’ll make that backside of yers hot, red, stinging.
Between my cock and the spankings yer beggin’ for, you’ll hardly be able to walk. ”
“Please,” she keened. His teeth sank into that bruise on her neck and she saw shooting stars behind her lids.
Walls fluttering, that minty relief crashing over her, sweat pooled at the small of her back.
Warm, hot desire spilled out of her as he drove all of it out and onto his sheets.
It was the first time he dragged a squeak out of her, and it was so strangled by her muscles contracting, it barely bounced off the walls.
His moan, however, he buried it in her neck and it still competed with the creak of his bed as he rutted into her sharply.
With a few more pumps, she felt him spill.
Daisy realized a few important details about her newfound sex life.
She desperately needed to try back talking her way into a spanking.
She liked that he was a louder lover, but maybe they’d need to soundproof his room a little.
And she absolutely was a stuffing kink person.
The stretch of him, the full feeling as he fell out of her but left so much of him behind? It was enough to make her drool.
“I’ll need to get ahold of some of that good healing ointment in town,” he chuckled softly.
It was like he too was melted into a puddle of goo.
Ryzer fell down on the bed beside her. His fingers traced her torso and eased her with a few helpful tugs onto her side.
That’s when he brushed the hair from her face and grinned, “Now, how was that? Punishment enough?”
“Oh, that was beyond plenty,” she sighed dreamily, slithering into the divot he made in the bed. Ryzer pulled a blanket out from behind him and draped it around them. A yawn tore through her and slowed the whole galaxy down. She nuzzled his fluffy chest and sighed dreamily, “Thank you.”
“For what?” He chuckled, but Daisy was already falling deep asleep, feeling the happiest she’d ever felt in a long time. Because it was time she chased her dreams and happiness, and accepted that maybe that didn’t take her off into the stars. It was right here…on Bitterroot fields.
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