Chapter 19 Miles
I’ve never been nervous playing in front of Daze, or anyone really. But sitting here in our bedroom, playing her a song she’s never heard before—song that is about us and everything we’ve gone through—I’ve never felt more nervous in my life.
I feel raw and exposed, scared to look at her and see what she thinks of these words.
I wrote them a while ago, adding to them over the past few weeks when things started changing between us. I’ve written a million songs about Daze, but none more honest and real as this one.
When I eventually finish, I swallow hard, looking up to find Daisy watching me intently, tears streaming down her cheeks.
“Daze, I—”
My words are cut off as she launches herself at me, throwing herself into my lap, my guitar trapped between us as she crushes her mouth against mine in a hard kiss.
“Daze,” I try again as she pulls my guitar out from between us before pushing me back onto the bed, her mouth never leaving mine as she follows me down. “Daze,” I repeat, cupping her face as I gently ease her back.
“What?”
I stare up at her, my thumbs brushing the tears from her cheeks. “You okay?” Daisy nods, not saying anything. “You sure?” I ask, needing to know.
“Yes,” she whispers, before crushing her lips to mine again as she mumbles, “And I thought you wanted to get this bed dirty?”
Chuckling, I kiss her back, rolling us so she now lies beneath me. “I thought you didn’t want me to get the bed dirty?”
She smirks, her hands reaching down to pull my t-shirt up and over my head. “Did I say that?” she asks, throwing my shirt on the floor.
“Yep,” I reply, as her hands find my shorts, pushing them down over my hips.
Daisy laughs, pushing me onto my back now as she moves to straddle me. She sits up on my hips, my dick hard in my boxer briefs. She knows too, squirming in my lap with a sly smile on her face.
“Daze,” I say, my hands stilling her hips. She stops, looking down at me, her smile gone. “You sure you’re okay?” I ask. “I know it’s—”
She places her fingers against my lips, stopping the rest of my words. “I love the song, Miles,” she whispers, her gaze locked with mine. “I love hearing you sing, love watching you play. I love the song, love—”
This time it’s me cutting off her words as I sit up, crushing my mouth against hers as my hands pull at her clothes, yanking her dress up and over her head. She isn’t wearing a bra underneath, and fuck me, if it doesn’t get me even harder.
“Miles,” she whimpers as my mouth finds her neck, sucking and licking her skin before I trail a path of kisses down to her breast.
“I need to fuck you, Daze,” I growl before sucking her nipple into my mouth.
“Yes,” she moans, her head falling back as she reaches between us, her hand disappearing into my boxers to grab my dick.
“Fuck,” I groan as she grips it tight, pulling it from my boxers. I yank her panties to the side, not bothering to pull them off because all I want is to be inside her. She lifts her hips, positioning herself against me, and then I push inside her in one hard thrust.
“Oh god,” Daisy moans, her arms around me as she holds me close.
“Daze, shit, I...” I trail off as she starts to move, riding me hard as she pushes my face against her tits. I lick and bite and suck at her skin, marking her as she continues to move. My thumb finds her clit and presses hard, and I feel her clenching around me immediately.
“Miles.”
I kiss my way up to her mouth, my other hand cupping the back of her head as I pull her in for a kiss, our teeth and tongues clashing as she moves against me.
“Fuck, babe, I’m gonna come,” I moan into her mouth, my thumb pushing against her clit, desperate to get her there with me.
“Yes,” she whispers. “Yes, yes, y—”
I feel it, the way she tightens around me, her back arching as she grips me so fucking tight I can’t hold back any longer either, the two of us coming together.
“Holy fuck,” I breathe out, burying my face in the crook of her neck.
Daisy laughs, wrapping her arms around me as she pulls me close. I can’t resist licking the nipple that’s right in front of me, smiling at the way her whole body shudders.
“Miles...” she murmurs.
“Yeah?” I ask, moving to her other nipple and doing the same thing.
“What are—”
I thrust up inside her, still hard, still wanting more. “I don’t think we made the bed dirty enough,” I say before I flip her onto her back and we go again.
“What are you thinking about?”
I drop a kiss to the top of Daisy’s head, my eyes still on the wall behind our bed as we lie here naked and definitely having made the bed dirty.
There’s no sign of the word that used to be painted there, especially after Nate brought his sandblaster over and we got rid of all trace of it.
But I can still see it. Still see the giant red letters I know that asshole Isaac painted there.
He denied it, of course, basically laughing in my face when I went over to his house to confront him about it. He’s lucky he didn’t get two more black eyes, but the piece of shit wouldn’t even open the door this time and face me man to man.
“Miles?” she prompts, pressing a kiss to my chest before propping herself up on one elbow.
“Nothin’,” I say, smiling up at her as I tuck some loose strands of hair behind her ear.
I never told her about what he did. I don’t know if I should, but I don’t want to. She doesn’t need to know that’s what he thinks of her or us or whatever. The guy is a piece of shit who doesn’t get a second more of Daisy’s time.
“You sure? ’Cause you look like you’re deep in thought there,” she says, running her hand over my hair.
I grab her wrist, pressing a kiss to her palm. “Thinking about you,” I tell her.
Daisy rolls her eyes, even as she leans in to kiss me. “Are you thinking about the band?”
“What? No,” I say, knowing the band is the last thing I think about these days.
She huffs out a breath like she doesn’t believe me before asking, “Where are they all?”
I suck in a breath, letting it out slowly as I scrub a hand over my face. “Sutton and Dean stayed on the mainland,” I start. “Pretty sure they’re both still there.”
“And Lacey?” she asks.
“Dunno,” I admit, knowing that when we broke up, it wasn’t good, and as far as I know, none of us have stayed in touch with each other.
I still don’t even know all the reasons for why it imploded so badly. I know me finding out about Daisy and Isaac is a part of it because I lost my shit when Owen called to tell me that. And I’m not sure I ever got it back.
Even I can admit I was an asshole to be around.
But then Sutton and Dean got involved in some shit with a girl, and Lacey started drinking and doing god knows what, and it all just went to shit.
“You don’t speak to them?” Daisy asks.
“None of us speak to each other,” I tell her.
“Really?” she asks, surprised.
Daze was around when we first got together. She went to school with all of them, just like me. She was there when we started to get some recognition and an album deal too, and she was there when we got the offer to head to the mainland to tour with this huge band as their opening act.
She saw it all, even though I left her behind when I went.
“Yeah, really,” I tell her. “It wasn’t good toward the end, babe, and I think we all just needed a break from each other.”
“But you were such good friends,” she says, a sadness in her voice. “And it’s been so long. I mean, you’ve been back for months now.”
I smooth her hair back, smiling up at her. “I know,” I admit, knowing that for all my words, I do miss it, miss them.
“Don’t you miss it?” she now asks, her eyes flicking to my guitar before her gaze drops to my chest, where she’s tracing a finger along my collarbone.
“I mean, there are parts of it I miss,” I admit. “But the shit at the end? No way. I’m glad that’s over.”
She lifts her eyes to mine, a sad smile on her face now as she says, “Maybe you should try again?”
“With the band? Nope, those days are over, babe.”
“But you loved playing,” she says, a note of insistence in her voice, almost like she’s trying to convince me.
I blow out a breath, knowing she’s right.
I did love playing, still love playing. But playing in that band cost me Daisy, and now that I finally have her back, I’m not prepared to risk losing her again.
And to be honest, with everything that’s happened, all the months we haven’t spoken, I’m not even sure how I’d bring it up with the guys.
“Yeah, I do.”
“So maybe you should...”
I’m shaking my head before she’s even finished. “I can’t lose you again, Daze,” I tell her. “I won’t.”
She leans in, giving me a soft kiss as she whispers, “You won’t. It’ll be different this time.”
She moves to pull away, but I grip the back of her neck, holding her to me as I kiss her again, deeper. “No, the band is done.”
“But you could still play,” she insists, pulling back a little. “Go solo?”
I stare up at her, at the hope in her eyes, at the sincerity too. “Watching me play really does it for you, huh?” I tease, not quite ready to deal with the idea of playing again in the way Daisy is suggesting right now.
She giggles, a smirk on her face as she says, “Maybe.”
With a grin, I grab her hand. “Know what does it for me?” I ask as I lower her hand to my dick. Daisy shakes her head, even as she feels how hard I am again. With a grin, I close her hand around my cock as I say, “You.”
“Yo, anyone home?” comes Kai’s voice as the front screen door slams behind him.
“Back here,” I call as I walk down the hall from the bathroom to where Kai stands in the living room, a case of beer at his feet.
My brother grins, taking in my freshly showered and shirtless appearance. “I see you’ve been christening your new place?”
Rolling my eyes, I walk over, giving him a quick one-armed hug as I say, “Why does your brain always go to sex?”
Laughing, he picks up the case of beer, following me into the kitchen. “Because, little brother, there’s nowhere else to be.”
I snort out a laugh, opening the fridge and stacking the shelves with the beers he hands me. “Of course not.”
Kai twists the caps off two of them as he says, “Come on, you can’t tell me you and Daze haven’t been making up for lost time since you pulled your head out of your ass and got her back?” He hands me a beer, clinking his bottle against mine as he adds, “Fuck knows, I listened to enough of it.”
I take a swig of beer just as Daisy walks into the kitchen, her wet hair pulled into a bun on top of her head. “Not nearly as much as I’ve had to listen to,” I say, grabbing her a beer. “And now you have the house to yourself. You can fuck whoever and whenever you want.”
“Except for my boss,” Daze says, pointing her beer bottle at Kai, a serious expression on her face.
He bursts out laughing, shaking his head as he says, “No chance, Daze. What me and Lisa have is special.”
She rolls her eyes, letting out a groan as she says, “It’s gross, Kai! She’s my boss, and you’re like...”
“Your future brother-in-law,” he prompts, a huge grin on his face as he shoots a look in my direction.
“You need to find yourself an actual girlfriend,” Daisy says, ignoring his last comment.
“Daze, I can’t be tied down to just one woman,” he says, his arms wide. “Not when there’s so much I have to give.”
“Oh my god,” she mutters as the front door opens and Sage, Nate, Alana and Flynn all walk in, carrying food and drinks and several wrapped gifts.
“Olsen,” Flynn says, carrying something in with Nate before holding up his fist for a bump. “Nice digs you have here.”
I grab him a beer as I say, “Yeah, we gotta get some more furniture, but it’s pretty sweet.”
“Well, we got you something,” Sage now says, a huge smile on her face. “Actually, it’s all Nate, but—”
“It’s from both of us,” he says, hooking his arm around Sage’s shoulder and pulling her close.
She rolls her eyes as she presses a kiss to his jaw. “Nate made it, obviously,” she now says, pointing to the huge covered present that looks like furniture. “Hope you like it.”
I glance at Daisy, who is smiling at me. “You wanna see what it is?” I ask.
Her grin widens as she claps her hands together and walks over, pulling at the tarp that is covering whatever it is they’ve brought us.
“Oh my god,” she breathes out, stepping back to show me what he’s made us. “Nate, it’s...”
“Fuck, man, it’s awesome,” I say, my eyes fixed on the table.