25. Daisy
DAISY
“Your home is beautiful,” I say as Vandal brings in the last of the bags after waving goodbye to Havoc who lives a few houses away.
The single-story house is raised on stilts to prevent flooding. The homes in his neighborhood all seem to run along the water, but it’s hard to be sure in the dark. Vandal’s is right at the very end, so it has the advantage of having no neighbors on one side at all. Just thick trees.
Vandal smiles as he puts Elsie’s little bag of toys on the floor by the entrance. “Yeah. She is. Got good bones. Just got to figure out exactly what do to with her.”
He looks good in freshly pressed blue jeans and a black T-shirt that hugs his biceps, which I’m fast starting to think are one of the hottest things about him. Besides his eyes. And his singular dimple. And the way his jeans hug that fine ass.
“Come here,” he says, and I put my hands on his shoulders and laugh as he picks me up.
“Thank you for letting us stay.”
He cups my cheek. “You’re welcome. Is it okay to kiss you now, because I didn’t want to in front of Elsie?”
I press my lips to his first. “I’d like that.”
When his lips touch mine, there’s a different kind of certainty to them. I can’t explain what it is, but there’s a confidence and surety. Makes me want to climb him like a ladder if I’m honest.
“You really okay staying here?” he asks when he finally steps back.
“I can’t decide how to play the answer to that question because most of my answers would be some variant of heck yes…and I don’t want to come across too keen.”
Vandal grins at that. “Easy, tiger.” He sits me down on the lovely kitchen island.
Inside his home is as neat as the outside. There’s a large open-plan living space with a kitchen and island, and a soft suede sectional sofa in front of a huge TV. “Oh my God, Elsie would fall in love with that television in a heartbeat.”
“We’ll have a movie day or something.”
“You know, I’d love a place like this for her. Somewhere she can make a fort on a rainy day or play outside in the summer when it’s warm.”
Vandal runs his fingers through my hair, smiling as if he can see it too.
“Oh, God. No. Wait,” I say. “Before you join dots that don’t need joining, I wasn’t suggesting that Elsie and I move in permanently or something. In case you thought I was turning into one of those clingy girls who think being here means—”
“Daze, I got it. Didn’t think you meant that. And I agree. It’s a good space for kids. I mean, me and Havoc do okay in here, and we act like kids together most of the time. Plus, there’s a pool out back.”
My breath leaves me in a whoosh. “Phew. Good.”
“I missed you,” Vandal says quietly before placing his lips to my neck. He runs a line of kisses along my jaw. “I’m sorry we came back to chaos, but it led to the two of you being here tonight.”
“What happened to the man?” I ask. I try not to overthink why Van is not in the same outfit he was wearing when he dropped me off, and I hate to think why.
Vandal steps even closer between my thighs. “He’s alive, if that’s what you’re asking. Any more than that, and it’s club business.”
“Club business?”
“Think of it as insurance. There are some things you’re just better off not knowing.”
“Oh.” But as the statement settles, it’s shocking how okay with it I become. My past with a man in a similar organization would suggest I shouldn’t be. I can’t decide whether that means I’ve matured enough to handle it, or I’ve become one of those people who never seem to learn from their mistakes.
“This dress is so pretty on you,” he says.
When I got home earlier, after Elsie had her bath, I took a quick shower. I shaved my legs and washed my hair and slipped on a pretty sundress.
Vandal’s hands sneak beneath it, shifting the hem up over my thighs. His fingers gently squeeze my legs as he makes his way higher.
This time, when Vandal kisses me, I sink into it. His hands slip around my ass, and he tugs me to him so the best parts of us align. And despite everything I said about our reunion not quite working out as planned because of the bed situation, I’m suddenly desperate for this man’s hands on me.
“Do you have a bathroom that’s not the en suite?” I ask.
Vandal lets go of me and points to a door off a hallway. “Yeah. Just there. You want me to get you a soda or something while you—”
“What I want is to find out if you can fuck me standing up?” And then I cover my face with my hands. “Oh, God. I can’t believe I just said that.”
Vandal grips both my wrists and drags my hands away. There’s a huge grin on his face. “Are you telling me that you’re cool if I take you into the bathroom and fuck you, right now?”
I wince. “If I said yes, would you think I’m—”
“Perfect? Yes. I was trying to be polite. But my cock’s missed your pussy more than you know. But wouldn’t the sofa be more comfortable?”
I look down the hallway to where Elsie is sleeping. “She’s a good sleeper usually. But today was a fright. I’d hate for her to come looking for me and find us…you know.”
He leans forward and nibbles my ear. “It’s a fucking turn-on, the way you start to ask me to fuck you, then bail because it’s almost too much to verbalize.”
My smile broadens. “You’re doing too much talking and not enough carrying me to the bathroom.”
Vandal takes a step back, and instead of picking me up, he removes the belt from his jeans.
Then he takes his cut off and lies it on the counter before grabbing a condom from his pocket.
Next, he undoes the button of his jeans, lowers the zipper, nudges his underwear out of the way, then puts the condom on his cock without dropping his jeans.
“Just making things a little more accessible for when we get in there.”
“You can’t just say things like that with a straight face.”
The dimple appears with his wide smile.
“That dimple should be illegal.”
“Says the woman who just propositioned me in my own kitchen.” He slides his hands up my thighs and wiggles my panties down over my hips as I shift from side to side to help him.
“What if it was just a scientific question? What I said was, ‘What I want is to find out if you can fuck me standing up’. Maybe it was exploratory.”
His eyes shine bright as he laughs, and the sound of it hits me in the chest. I don’t know that I’ve heard him laugh like that before. “Well, lucky for you, I’m all about practical demonstrations in my science program.”
He lifts me into his arms, and I tighten my legs around his waist. His hands cup my ass, squeezing my cheeks, and he walks to the bathroom as though I weigh nothing.
“Just want to check one thing on this scientific discovery. Gonna be pretty hard to deliver any meaningful foreplay given the size of that room and the size of me.”
I wrap my hands around his neck and kiss him. He stops while I do, as if he can’t do anything else except enjoy me. “What if I told you I’m already wet?”
“I’m gonna last five minutes,” Vandal mutters.
“It’ll be enough,” I say.
We make it to the bathroom, and Vandal is right, it’s a tight squeeze. But we manage to somehow get in, to close the door, and for Vandal to slam me back against it.
It’s a fumble to move the folds of my dress, and then…
“Fuck,” we both say in unison.
It’s not an easy glide given how thick Vandal is. But there’s real urgency.
I accept the stretch and burn as he thrusts with an eagerness I also feel. “Please, Gideon,” I say, and the use of his real name brings his lips to mine.
“Fucking love when you say my name. When you come, call it out.”
Vandal’s hands shift beneath me, his grip on my ass changing, opening me wider. I stop trying to keep my legs tight around him and place one on the sink.
“God, I missed this,” Vandal mutters against my lips. “So fucking wet for me. Wish I could see my cock fucking you.”
I dare to let go of the hold I have around his neck and lean back against the door. Vandal takes all my weight with no effort as I tug my dress out of the way so he can see.
The first time he looks, his eyes almost roll back in his head.
When I look down, I see my thick cream coating the condom, the way my lips drag along his length. It’s hot.
Erotic.
And because I feel safe with Vandal, I move my hand to my clit.
“Fuck. Yeah, rub it, Daze. Wanna feel you come around me so bad.”
The scent of musk and sex thickens in the air, and I know I’ll never look at this bathroom the same way again.
“Wanna suck on those tits of yours again. Fuck ‘em, maybe.” Vandal buries his head in the crook of my neck. “Fucking sweetest pussy. So fucking…tight,” he says. The words are punctuated with a grunt.
I close my eyes and let myself slip into the fantasy of it. That I’m in…my man’s… hands. That he’s worshipping my body as he fucks me.
I grip hold of his broad shoulders and take in his stupidly handsome face. I love this man. And maybe it will be funny to look back one day and remember that I realized it while he was fucking me in a bathroom.
But it doesn’t diminish it at all.
And suddenly, I’m hurtling to the edge. “Van, I’m going to come.”
His lips crash against mine, stealing my breath. His strokes increase in pace. “Me, too. Ah, fuck, yeah, Daze. Come with me.”
My head cracks against the wall when I do as he says. Light explodes in the dark room. “Gideon,” I cry, uncertain how I remembered to use his name.
“Right…fucking…with you, Daze.”
I’ve had sex before. And not just with Elsie’s dad. But this is the first time I’ve truly felt that this is what my body was for. Even my orgasm burns brighter, lasts longer. And I continue to shudder as Vandal stops thrusting and pulses deep inside me.
His entire body presses up against me, holding me firmly. And I manage to drag my hands from between us.
Breathlessly, Vandal kisses me, punctuated with gasps for air.
“Fuck me, Daze,” he says.
I cup his flushed cheeks and kiss him softly as he gently rocks in and out of me just a fraction.
His hands settle beneath my ass again as the air around us settles.
“Hey,” he says, finally.
“Hey,” I repeat.
His expression softens. “I really did miss you. Those ten days sucked. But I needed them.”
“Are you doing better? I mean, I know nothing is going to be fixed that easily, but…”
Vandal smiles. “Yeah. I’m doing better. And I’m glad, because I would have missed this.”
“Bathroom sex?” I ask.
He shakes his head with a knowing smile. “Starting the rest of my life with you.”