Chapter Fifteen
I left Daisy at the bar with Ophelia and Hero. I drank too much fucking soda at the movies.
I get into the bathroom and unzip my jeans at the urinal when soft hands come around me and grab my dick. “God, I’ve missed you,” Layla purrs in my ear. I glance down, seeing her red fingernails.
“What the fuck are you doing? Get out of here.”
“Don’t act like you don’t want me.” She squeezes my dick and I elbow her in the tit.
“What’d you do that for? That really hurt,” she whines behind me as I piss.
“Fuck you.” I shake my dick and tuck it back into my jeans. When I turn to wash my hands, the crazy cunt rips the top of her slutty ass dress and punches herself in the face.
“I’ll scream.”
“What do you want?”
“Dump the whore.”
“Eat shit.”
She opens her mouth and I clap my hand over it before she lets out a sound.
“Listen, you stupid cunt. I don’t know what you’re playing at, but you don’t want to fuck with me. I’ve never hit a woman before, but you’re really testing my patience with this shit. I don’t want you.” I release my hand from her mouth.
“I’m pregnant.”
“That doesn’t have shit to do with me.”
“We fucked, and I wasn’t on birth control.”
“I wore a rubber.”
“Not the first time.”
Fuck me, this isn’t happening. “Then text me when we can do a DNA test.”
“That’s it. That’s all you’re going to say.”
“What did you expect? Did you think I’d suddenly fall at your feet and profess feelings I don’t feel? You’re fucking whack.”
“Daisy isn’t going to want you when she finds out.”
“Let’s ask her.”
Kidd walks into the bathroom and looks between us. “My bad.”
“Get her the fuck out of here and make sure no one sees her.”
“Whatever you say, man.”
I scrub a palm over my head as Kidd grabs her by the elbow and walks her out one of the hidden exits only club members know about.
I’ve got to tell Prez about this shit, but more important I have to tell Daisy. I think the stupid whore is lying, but if there’s a chance she’s telling the truth, I have to step up for the kid.
I go back to the bar and find Daisy talking to Tyrant, looking uncomfortable. What the fuck is he saying to her?
I can’t hear anything over the music.
Tyrant leans in so close to Daisy that her shoulders are half-pinned against the bar. Her posture’s gone stiff as concrete. I can’t punch his teeth in. Not in front of half the club and Daisy, but I want to. Not unless he puts hands on her.
“Didn’t take you for the type of girl to play house.”
I wedge myself between them. “Is he bothering you, Babygirl?”
She gives me a brittle smile. “Nothing I can’t handle.”
Tyrant snorts but backs off. “Just being friendly. Telling your girl here how you were pinning for her these past few months.” He slaps me on the stomach and chuckles, but I’m not sure I buy his stupid act.
Whatever else he said to Daisy has her pale. Her jaw locked up and fists balled at her thighs. She leans toward me, and I see her nostrils flare as she inhales. She presses into me for safety. I want to kill the son of a bitch right here, but I smile and laugh, wrapping her tighter to my side.
I kiss the side of her head. “We love playing house, don’t we?” He shuffles off, and I look her dead in the eyes. “What was he saying to you?”
“Nothing. He’s drunk.”
“You sure that’s all it was?”
She nods.
“You ready to go home?”
“Please.”
I’ll tell her about Layla tomorrow once I’ve talked to Prez. We’ve had enough bullshit for one night.
I drive Daisy home and walk her to her door, prepared to leave if that’s what she wants.
“Sorry that dipshit crashed our movie date.”
“There will be other dates. But for whatever it’s worth, I still had a good time because I was with you.” She kisses my neck.
“Me too.”
I step back for her to unlock her door. She gets her hand on the knob and looks back at me. “Are you coming?”
“You inviting me?”
She grabs my hand and leads me inside. I shut the door behind us. She practically jumps me, shoving her tongue in my mouth, tearing at my clothes like they’re on fire and the only way to douse the flames is to get me naked. I sure as fuck won’t complain.
“Fuck, Babygirl.” I kick off my boots as she unbuckles my jeans. I lift my shirt over my head and undo the strings holding her top up. The black material rolls down to her belly, revealing her tits that fit perfectly in my hands. Not too big. Not too small.
I go down on my knees and tug off her boots, tossing them over my shoulders. When I go for her belt, I pause and look up at her. “You sure?”
“Oh yeah. I’m sure.”
I kiss her belly and yank her jeans down her thighs. Her pussy is right in my face, and I breathe in the scent of her arousal, rubbing my nose in the damp spot of her undies.
She cradles my face in her hands. “You know I’ve been with a lot of partners.”
“I don’t care about your past. None of that matters. Everyone has a story, but none of that shit defines you.”
“I just want to be sure you are cool with it.”
“Daisy?” I growl her name.
“Yeah?”
“Stop talking. I’ve been thinking about tasting you and burying myself in you for three months. I don’t want to talk.” I grip the strings that make up the sides of her undies and pull until the strings snap.
“You just tore off my panties?”
“Fuck yeah, I did.”
I cup my hands around the backs of her knees and pull her forward, planting her bare ass on the edge of the entryway console table.
She squeaks, balancing herself with both hands as her keys fall to the floor along with a picture frame.
A shudder ripples through her body when I press my mouth to the inside of her thigh.
Her skin is damp and salty. Her scent already driving me fucking crazy.
I nuzzle between her legs and flick my tongue up her slit, slow and deliberate, just to watch what the act does to her.
Daisy’s head knocks back against the wall, eyes squeezed shut and knuckles white on the edge, gripping the wooden table.
“Ah. God. I’ve never. Ah,” she cries, and my chest swells with pride that I’m the one to make her feel so fucking good.
I slide my hands under her ass, grip hard enough for her to feel the imprint of my touch for days while I tongue her again.
Circling the tip of my tongue slow then dipping in.
She tastes sweet and sharp. The way I’ve dreamed of every fucking night since she left.
I suck her clit into my mouth, tease it with my teeth, and she arches off the table again.
She fists my hair as I flatten my tongue and lick a deliberate stripe up her cunt.
Fuck me, she’s so wet for me. So goddamn sweet my teeth ache.
I eat her like I’ve been starving for this.
For her tasty cunt. The way she moans and rocks her hips tells me I’m doing it right.
I don’t try to be gentle or pretty about it either.
I want her to know I crave every bit of her. It’s more than hunger.
This is fucking need.
Primal. Raw. Unfiltered.
I’m going to own her. Possess every inch of her.
She whimpers and rides my face, her thighs trembling around my ears. She’s so fucking sensitive, and I want to see her come apart before I even think of being inside her. Her nails dig crescent moons into my scalp, and she pants my name like it’s a promise. A prayer. Her only hope.
“Luna––tic. I’m gonna…”
“That’s it, Babygirl. Chase it.”
I push two fingers inside her, curling them to hit her G-spot, and there it is.
She grabs it and holds it. My girl shudders, hips bucking, and the sounds she makes are filthy and perfect.
Her essence melts on my tongue like fucking candy.
Her juices coat my mouth. I continue working her over with my fingers until she shatters once more.
Her legs tremble as I lift her off the table and carry her to her bedroom.
I drop a knee to the mattress and cover her body with mine.
In one swift thrust I’m inside her. She feels so damn good, my eyes roll back in my head.
Her legs wrap around me, ankles locking to hold me right where she wants me.
I piston in and out of her. Going slow at first, allowing her to get used to my size.
She tightens around me, so hot and wet it steals the breath from my lungs.
Daisy’s arms loop around my neck. Her nails dig into my back, urging me to fuck her harder.
I’m barely holding on to what’s left of my control.
She feels so fucking good. I don’t think I’ll last much longer.
I’ve been dreaming of her. Craving this far too long.
I grit my teeth and force myself not to nut before she’s wrung dry, because if anyone deserves to get off as many times as her body can handle it, it’s my woman.
Her hips keep rolling up to meet every thrust. This isn’t slow or sweet like she deserves.
We’re both hungry and desperate. Fucking like animals.
Scratching, biting, marking one another.
I want her to remember every second of it.
To feel it the way I do. Deep. I want to be the ghost whose touch haunts her bones.
Her mind. I want my taste in her mouth. The ache in her thighs to be from me.
And when she dreams, I want it to be of this. Of us.
The way our bodies fit perfectly together.
She makes these sweet sounds. Her breath hitching in her chest is the most beautiful melody in the world. I brace on my elbows and pound into her. I watch as her face twists with pleasure. Her sweat mingles with mine. Our bodies slick and sliding against one another. Hips rubbing.
Her eyes lock on mine, fucking daring me to look away, but there’s no way in hell I’d miss a second of this.
Her walls squeeze me tight. She drags me right to the edge, but I don’t finish.
Not yet. I flip her over and take her from behind.
Face down in the pillows. Ass hiked in the air. I take her hard, fast, and deep.
Then the moment hits. Her whole body shivers and falls apart beneath me.
She grips the sheets and cries out.
I come so hard it feels like I might never fucking stop. I bury my face in her hair, breathing in her sweet-smelling shampoo. Little choking noises tear out of her throat as I pulse deep inside her. My body twitches and shakes until I’m fucking spent.