Chapter 17 Miles
I hit send on my message and am in the car before it’s even sent. I can’t believe that asshole has done this.
I also can’t believe he hasn’t gotten the message yet. Considering the ass-kicking he received from both me and Kai, he’s either thick as shit or deliberately pushing my buttons.
My money is on the latter.
He hated when he got kicked out of the band. Hated it even more when I came back, even though the band had imploded. But now, with Daisy kicking his ass to the curb and back with me, I know he will be livid.
I speed along the streets, yanking the car to the side of the road before running up to the front door, hammering my fist on the wooden siding of the house.
When Isaac appears behind the screen, I don’t miss the way he flinches before he puffs out his chest and walks closer, kicking the screen door open.
“The fuck do you want?” he snarls.
I let out a hard laugh. “Like you don’t know,” I reply, my hands clenching into fists as I try to control the urge to punch this fucker in the face. Again.
Isaac shrugs. “No idea,” he says, shoving his hands in his pockets.
“Bullshit.”
“Dude, seriously,” he continues, a smug smile on his face now, like this is no big deal. “I have no idea what you’re talking about.”
I pull my phone from my pocket, opening up the text Daisy sent me before clicking on one of the pictures. I shove the phone in Isaac’s face as I say, “So what, this wasn’t you?”
His eyes flick to the screen, and I swear for just a second, his smile changes before he quickly masks it.
“Nope, not me,” he replies, rocking on his heels.
“Looks like a pretty sweet setup though. Whoever did do it clearly cares about Daisy. Take it this wasn’t you?
” he now asks, his words loaded with arrogance.
“Fuck you, Isaac,” I spit out. “I know this was you. What the fuck are you getting at here? You aren’t with her. I am.”
He raises his brows, the smug smile returning as he says, “If you say so.”
Something inside me snaps at his words, at the way he seems to love the fact he’s riling me up right now.
I take a step closer, grabbing the front of his t-shirt and yanking him toward me.
The fucker is still sporting the remnants of the two black eyes he got from me and Kai, and right now, I’m not afraid of redoing them.
“I fucking know it was you, Isaac,” I growl.
He laughs. “Dude, I didn’t even know she lived there,” he says, and I know he’s fucking lying. He saw me there, working on the roof. I’m sure the idiot put two and two together.
“Bullshit,” I snap. “Stay the fuck away from her, asshole. I fucking mean it.”
“Yeah, what you gonna do, give me another black eye?”
I tighten my grip on his t-shirt before shoving him back against the side of his house. “You don’t wanna know what I’m going to do if you so much as look at her.”
Isaac puts his hands on my chest, pushing me back as he says, “Whatever. Fuck off, I’m busy.” With that, he turns and walks back inside the house, slamming the wooden door behind him.
“Asshole,” I say, kicking the side before I turn and walk back to my car.
Ten minutes later, I’m pulling up outside what is going to soon be mine and Daisy’s home together.
It kind of feels a little tainted now because even though he denied doing it, I know Isaac was lying when he said he had nothing to do with the flowers. Who the fuck else would have done it?
I head inside to find the place clear, not a single flower in sight.
“Daze?”
“Back here,” she calls from the bathroom.
I head back to find her scrubbing at the walls, cleaning them before we start painting. “Hey,” I say, stepping into the room.
Daze glances back over her shoulder at me. “Hey,” she huffs out before turning back to the wall.
Exhaling, I step closer, my hands on her hips as I turn her to face me. Smiling, I lean in, kissing her softly. “What’s going on?” I ask, resting my forehead against hers.
Daisy huffs out a breath, pulling back as her eyes meet mine. “It was Isaac, wasn’t it?”
She doesn’t have to elaborate; we both know what she’s talking about. “He says it wasn’t,” I tell her. “But yeah, my money’s on it being him.”
“You spoke to him?” she asks, her words laced with venom.
“Went and saw him,” I admit, giving her a half-smile.
She narrows her brow at me as she asks, “Don’t tell me he has another black eye?”
Chuckling, I drop a kiss on the top of her head before pulling her into my arms. “No. As tempted as I was, I didn’t hit him. Again.”
“But he says he didn’t leave the daisies?” she asks, looking up at me.
“Yep, but who the fuck else would it be?” I ask. “Where are they all?” I add, remembering the living room being clear when I got here.
“Threw them out,” Daisy says. “When you told me it wasn’t you, I wanted them gone.”
I tighten my arms around her. “I mean, I guess it could’ve been the girls who did it?
” I suggest, even though deep down, I know it wasn’t.
Isaac has always been a sneaky fucker. You don’t go after your friend’s girl and dick her around for a year if you’re a saint.
And Isaac is not a fucking saint, not even close to it.
“Oh shit,” Daisy says, pulling her phone from her back pocket.
I watch as she types out a text to the girls, the two of us waiting in silence for their response. When the ‘nopes’ fill the screen, she looks up at me again, her face filled with worry.
“Don’t worry, babe,” I say, smoothing my thumb between her eyebrows. “I’ve got you.”
She blinks up at me. “How do you think he knew this was our place?”
I blow out a breath, shaking my head as I say, “Yeah, I don’t know. I mean he came around when I was doing the roof, but I don’t know how he worked out it was yours.”
“Ours,” Daisy corrects.
I run my thumb along her cheek, smiling. “Yeah, ours,” I repeat before leaning in to kiss her. “Come on, let me help you with the walls so I can paint them for you tomorrow.”
“Don’t you have to work?” she asks.
Grinning, I give her another kiss. “Nope, took the week off so I could get this finished for you.”
Daisy stares up at me, an unreadable expression on her face, before she suddenly throws her arms around my neck and kisses me hard.
“I love you, Miles Olsen.”
The next morning, I wake Daisy by kissing my way down her naked body until my face is buried between her legs.
Licking a slow path up her pussy, I smile at the sleepy groan she lets out before closing my lips over her clit.
“Fuck, Miles,” she moans, her hand moving to rest on my head, her fingers trying desperately to grip my short hair. It’s shorter than when we first started dating, after I buzzed it down when I first left for the mainland.
It was easier to look after, and I kind of got used to it, although now, I suddenly miss the way she used to grip and pull at my hair every time I did this to her.
“Fuck, I love how you taste,” I murmur, humming against her clit.
“Shit,” she groans, her body arching off the bed when I flick my tongue against it.
“I’m gonna make you come, Daze,” I whisper as I slide two fingers inside her. “Jesus, you’re so wet.”
She mumbles something I don’t understand, and I laugh, getting back to work as I feast on her, licking and sucking and pushing her closer and closer to the edge until finally, she comes.
I close my mouth over her clit, riding out her orgasm with soft licks before I kiss my way down to her thigh, running my tongue along the letters of my name.
“I love doing that to you,” I murmur, crawling up her body as I fist my dick, lining myself up and pushing slowly inside her.
“God, I love it too,” she breathes out, hooking her hand around my neck and pulling me in for a kiss.
I smile against her mouth, loving that she does this, that she wants to taste herself all over me. Sliding my tongue inside her mouth, I start to move my hips, pulling out before pushing back inside her in slow, deep thrusts.
“Love fucking you too,” I murmur around our kisses as my fingers now find her clit.
Daisy shivers at my touch, and I know it isn’t going to take much to make her come again. I keep my movements steady, pushing into her over and over again as I tease and pinch her clit.
I can feel her getting wetter and wetter, her pussy clenching me tighter and tighter until finally she comes, her long groan swallowed by my kiss until I feel my balls tighten. Burying myself deep inside her, I let out a long groan as I come.
Collapsing on top of her, I don’t stop kissing her, my hand brushing the hair back from her face. Daisy smiles against my mouth, and I pull back, a grin tugging at my lips.
“What?”
“Hmmm,” she hums, a sated look on her face. “Perfect way to wake up.”
I give her another quick kiss before burying my face in the crook of her neck, my dick still deep inside her. “Can wake you up every day like this, if you want.”
She giggles, her fingers tracing lines down my spine to my ass. “I could live with that.”
I chuckle against her neck, biting and sucking her skin so it leaves a mark. “Oh, you could, could you?”
Daisy squirms against me, laughing as she grabs my ass and squeezes hard. “Yeah, but just so you know, sometimes I’m going to want to wake you up.”
I lift my head. “Oh, and how are you gonna do that?”
She smirks now as she says, “With my mouth on your dick.” With a grin, I roll off her and out of bed. Pulling her from where she lies in the sheets, I throw her over my shoulder, smacking her hard on the ass.
“Not sure I’m clear on exactly what you mean,” I tease. “How about you show me in the shower?”
After I drop Daze off at work, I head over to the house to start painting the walls. Once this is done, the only thing that’s left to do is install the cabinetry that got dropped off yesterday. Then it’s just furniture and stuff and she can move in.
We can move in.
Fuck, do I love the sound of that.
Living with Daze, waking up every morning like we did this morning, her working in her bakery like she’s always dreamed of.
Everything about this makes me so damn happy, and I can’t wait for it all to start.
Pulling into the drive, I grab the tins of paint and shit that I got earlier and start to carry them into the house. Daze wanted certain rooms a particular color, with the rest of the house an off-white to match the sand-colored floors.
“Yo, dude?” comes Nate’s voice from the front door.
“Hey,” I reply, heading back to grab the last of the tins. “What are you doing here?”
Nate shrugs, grabbing some buckets and brushes as he says, “Sage is in the shop with Alana. Figured I’d come help you out.”
“Thanks, man, appreciate it,” I reply as we make our way back inside. “Actually, maybe you can give me your opinion on the color schemes,” I add. “I think they’re pretty good, but you are the artist.”
Nate scoffs, shaking his head as he says, “I wouldn’t say that.”
“I would,” I reply, knowing Nate has always been super humble about his talents.
Even when Dad first offered him a gig doing some drawings for our boards, Nate tried to talk him out of it. Said he wasn’t formally qualified and didn’t have the skills to do justice to an Olsen board.
Dad, Kai and I all knew that was bullshit. We’d seen the sketches he used to do on scraps of paper or in the book Mitch eventually bought him. And we all knew he didn’t need qualifications when he has the talent he has.
I run Nate through the colors Daisy wants, watching as he nods, his eyes taking in the large open-plan living area with the kitchen to the side. As we head down to the bedrooms, I stop at the bathroom, pointing out the tiling and the feature wall Daisy wants in a sea green color.
“Think that will work?” I ask, turning to Nate.
He takes in everything, his gaze roaming over the space, not missing a thing. “Yep, I think it’s perfect,” he says with a nod. “The flecks of green in the tile will match it perfectly.”
I nod, smiling as I say, “Cool. And the bedroom...”
Nate laughs, clapping a hand on my shoulder as he says, “The most important room.”
Grinning, I nod as we make our way to the master at the back of the house. “Hell yeah it is. Daze wants this—”
The rest of my words are cut off when we walk in and see the wall that runs the length of the room. The wall I already pictured our bed pushed against, facing the window that overlooks the backyard and the huge mango tree growing there.
Sprawled across the entire wall in bright red paint is one word: Whore.
“That fucking motherfucker.”