by Vicki James
“It is not fucking little!” Danny growled.
I stepped away, being no help whatsoever as my laughter took control of my body. Danny raised his arm and rested it against a metal pole before he dropped his head to it and began to count down with his eyes closed.
Jules curled her arms over her chest as she leaned in with a knowing smile. “Did you turn on our lead guitarist halfway through a show?”
“I didn’t know it wasn’t finished; I swear.”
“But he did, the moron.”
“I feel so bad.” But I couldn’t stop laughing at the sight of him falling apart in front of me.
“Don’t. No matter how famous these rock stars get, there’s always that one girl waiting in the wings who is capable of making them come undone. One day they’ll learn that it’s those girls who hold the power, and they’ll learn not to mess with that.”
“Oh, God. Look at him, Jules.” I laughed again, pressing my hands to my chest. “What shall we do?”
Danny was stubbing the toe of his boot into the stage flooring over and over again, muttering to himself as the crowd grew louder and louder.
Jules smirked as she watched Danny’s struggles. “Unless you plan on helping him out in the next twenty seconds, there’s nothing we can do. He’s going to have to play and be uncomfortable.” She raised her chin and cried over to him, “Hey, Danny. Get your butt out on that stage before I shove you out there.”
“I… can’t…”
“Don’t make me turn violent, Silver. You know I can, and you know I will.”
“Fuck! All right, all right, all right. Give me a second.”
With a deep, deep inhale, Danny held it in his chest before he blew it back out of his inflated cheeks. He shook his legs, stood taller, keeping his eyes closed when he turned his back on the both of us and held a finger up over his shoulder.
“I’ve got it. I’ve got it.” His strong shoulders rose and fell slowly before he glanced back at us both with a cheeky smile on his face. “Have her ready to leave as soon as this shit is over, Jules. I’m not hanging around for a second longer than I need to once this is done. You can blame Daisy for that.”
Twenty-Nine
Danny slammed the door of the limo, drowning out the screams of a few fans who had caught him making a quick exit. Ducked down, he turned to descend on me.
I waited with a smile on my face, desperate for it.
I’d gone through the last part of the night in a haze with hot, heavy desire clouding my vision and weighing me down. I’d never experienced hunger like it. My skin was on fire, my toes were tingling, and my nipples pressed against my bra to the point of being painful. It was a case of wanting what I thought I’d never have again, and now I had it, I wanted to binge on every taste, touch, and tender moment.
He was no longer just Danny from Hope Cove, the boy who broke my heart.
He was Danny the rock star, the man who, given the chance, might fix it.
With a glance to where the driver was, I saw the black screen sliding across to block him out. Thank God for that. I wasn’t sure I would have been able to stop myself, audience or not.
Danny didn’t say a word as he came closer, dropping down on his knees in front of me, his hands sliding smoothly under my arse and pulling me to the edge of the seat. My jeans creaked against the leather, and Danny’s handsome smirk stole what was left of my heart for him to take.
“Unbutton your shirt for me,” he commanded quietly.
I did as he asked without question, freeing myself slowly until the edges hung open.
“Take it off.”
I did that, too, leaning forward and sliding it down my arms. Once it was gone, I sat back and waited for my next order.
His nostrils flared, and he inhaled slowly, those hungry eyes trailing over my skin as he squeezed my arse in his hands and pulled me back and forth in subtle waves.
“Leave your bra on but take your tits out. Push them together and let me look at them.”
I swallowed, the fire in my stomach being stoked by his words, but I did as he asked, carefully cupping my breasts and pulling them out of my bra until they were there on display, only a breath away from his lips.
Danny’s mouth curled, and heat lit up his eyes. “Deciding how to fuck you tonight has been the hardest decision I’ve had to make in a long time.”
His mouth dropped to my nipple, wrapping it up in wet heat that had my head rolling back as I pushed down into the leather again. That tongue of his was precise, curling around the tight bud, flicking and licking until those jolts of pleasure were shooting straight down into my clit and making me want to cry out for his dick to be inside me. He took his time, moving from one to the other until I forced a hand into his thick hair and pulled it back.
I pleaded with my eyes, which only made his lips curl around my nipple.
That’s right. I need you inside me.
He got to work slowly, freeing me from the confines of my stupid jeans while keeping his assault on my tits. Whenever his bright eyes flashed up, filled with arousal and amusement, I wanted to both kiss and slap him. I was horny and desperate, needing to caress him while he ruined me.
“Please, Danny. Please,” I whispered.
“Hmm,” he hummed against me before his mouth trailed down my stomach.
He took pleasure in my torture, and I was kicking myself out of those jeans in a huff before I could stop myself. He took my thong down next, running a firm finger over my wet clit as he went, making me buck and gasp beneath him.
“I’ve never seen you this demanding,” he mumbled between kisses that he dropped over my thighs, nipping the skin there until I was twitching and writhing again. “I’m so fucking hard for you, Zee.”
Dropping his head between my thighs, he looked up at me, his tongue trapped between his teeth before he pushed my legs farther apart and unleashed a single, slow, firm lick up and over my clit.
My stomach tensed, legs shook, and my insides clenched. I pushed my hands into my hair and dug my nails into my scalp, my breaths heavy and panting. God, I needed that. I needed that and more, or my nerve endings were going to explode with frustration.
“I wish I could take a picture of this view to keep forever,” he whispered, before he did the same again: one long, slow, painfully torturous lick that had my body reacting again. “Beg me again, and I’ll give you anything you want,” he whispered, sucking at my clit with his beautiful lips and precise tongue.
“Please, Danny.”
“Please, what?”
“Make me come.”
He groaned against me, closing his eyes. A single digit went inside, and I clenched around it. His finger twisted, slow and precise, teasing me into a build-up I thought would last forever as his tongue turned my clit to fire. I got into a rhythm, riding against him, unable to stop the natural reactions to his touch when he began to thrust his fingers in and out of me at a faster pace. There were two in there now. Two soon turned to three until I was full of him, his hand pounding against me and knocking the air from my lungs.
I was hanging on by a thread, my panting rising into low moans and heavy grunts that had me digging my nails into the leather until he looked up from under his perfect fucking eyebrows and held my gaze.
As soon as his lips parted, and I knew he was as lost in me as I was him, I came undone around his fingers, my entire body tensing in his hold. My toes curled, stomach tightened, and a wave of undeniable ecstasy washed over me.
He lapped it up, the sounds he was making still turning me on, which felt impossible considering how sated I was now that the ebbs of my orgasm floated through my veins and brought my heart rate down from the danger zone it had been dancing around in.
I didn’t have time to bathe in it before Danny placed a hand on my stomach, and one under my arse. He flipped me over until my chest was pressed against the leather, making it squeak against my damp skin. He slid a finger through the results of my orgasm, trailing up over the raised che
eks of my arse before he brought his hand down and slapped a cheek hard.
My eyes widened in surprise, and I rocked forward, my mouth falling open with a grunt.
Straight after the sting of the slap, he pressed a kiss to the skin there that I had no doubt was flaming from his assault. But instead of pulling away, I pushed myself against his lips, revelling in the sweet contrast of pleasure and pain.
He’d never done that to me before, but my body immediately sought more. I wanted more.
“Do that again,” I demanded breathlessly.
I felt his grin against my arse cheeks before he raised his hand and brought it down on the other cheek. I rocked forward, my lips parting as I gasped for air. I’d only just come, and hot flames licked at my stomach again.
Danny’s hands roamed up and down the back of my thighs before I felt him pull away and heard his zip going down.
“I can’t wait anymore, Zee. I need to be inside you. Seeing you like this is going to make me fucking blow in my jeans.”
My eyes closed, the slow lazy smile rising to life at the thought of what was to come. I’d done that to him. I had that power.
I didn’t care how I looked. I actually didn’t care who even heard us or knew what was happening. All I cared about was him being inside me, and when his dick pressed against the heat of me, I wasted no time in pushing back, my breath pouring free as he filled my body and soul like only Danny Silver ever could.
He stilled, his groan of gratification pouring free, and his fingers digging into the flesh on my hips. No pain was too much. In fact, I wanted more of it. The physical discomfort I could respond to. It was an outlet for the pain I’d carried with me for so long, and the release was sweet, making my body hum with a sense of satisfaction I’d been craving in his absence.
I wanted him to test me and to pass every single one of those tests with flying colours. I needed to show him I wasn’t the delicate little flower he’d left behind. I also needed to show myself.
Circling my arse around him made his fingers press down harder into my flesh until I was certain he was bruising me. I wanted every shade he had to offer. The pinks, reds, purples, and blues because I finally felt strong enough to survive whatever pain he had to dish out.
“Danny,” I whispered. “Do whatever you’ve thought about doing these last five years.”
“Zee,” he growled, a warning there in my name.
“I can take it. I want it. I need it.”
It was all the instruction he needed, and when Danny reached over to curl my hair around his hand and pull my head back, he began to move. There was no gentle rise to his fucking, either. He started hard and fast, unforgiving in the way he moved. He held on and pounded me, his hisses and grunts making me wetter, the harder he went.
Not once did I beg him to stop.
Not once did I think about anything but the fact that I was giving it to him as much as he was giving it to me.
There was power in that, and it made me feel invincible as he fucked me all the way home, not coming up for air until the car crawled to a stop and Danny rocked into me one final time, calling out my name with love and reverence attached to it.
We were a tangled mess of limbs and ragged breaths when he fell over me, cocooning me in with his cheek pressed to my back and his hands roaming up to cup my breasts.
“Daisy?” he panted.
“Yeah?” I breathed back.
“It’s impossible not to love you.”
Thirty
After unlocking my front door, I turned to him with my fingers curled around the handle behind my back. The smile on his face was delicious.
His hands were tucked in the pockets of his jeans, and Danny ducked his head like the shy boy he wasn’t, before he licked his lips and looked up at me. “You sure I can’t tempt you to stay over at Gran’s place?”
“I think we both know you could definitely tempt me if you tried hard enough.”
“It’s kinda shitty that I want to respect you and your wishes.”
“It’s just one night.” A night I need to get my head straight.
“Is it?”
I smiled back at him, understanding that there were a million ways to answer that question. “For now,” I said quietly.
Danny closed the distance between us, his finger and thumb holding my chin hostage. His eyes roamed over my face before he brought his other hand up to run a thumb over my rosy red cheeks.
“There’s no other girl out there like you, Daisy Piper,” he whispered. “Believe me.”
Denial was my friend, and I didn’t particularly want to think about Danny having been with other women. I wasn’t as naive as to think he’d spent five years on the road celibate—I hadn’t—and some of those new moves he’d shown me itched at the corners of my mind, making me wonder who he’d first tried them with—who’d taught him to bring pain to sex so perfectly.
“You’re only saying that because I let you get away with murder.” I pressed a hand to his chest, part warning him not to get any closer because I was weak to his charms, and part just wanting to touch him. “I need a night, Danny.”
“Why waste what little time we have together?”
“Because you’ve been back less than a week, and I’m losing myself to you again.”
He pushed against my weak hand, his forehead dropping to mine. “Losing yourself… or finding yourself by letting go and having fun?”
I leaned back against the door, my smile growing the more he pushed. “Maybe both, and that’s what I need to figure out… by myself… in my own bed… alone.”
Danny groaned. “Delicate Daisy is not so delicate anymore, huh?”
I shook my head slowly, letting that be my answer.
“You’re killing me, smalls,” he whispered before he dropped a kiss to my cheek and stepped back, his heavy sigh only making me laugh to myself. “Can I call you tomorrow?”
“Would it stop you if I said no?”
He pushed his fingers through his hair, laughing as he walked away before he got to the end of the pathway and raised his hands in the air. “I’m doing as I’m told now, aren’t I?”
I rolled my eyes and stood taller. “You can call me tomorrow.”
Danny gave me a salute before he opened the door of the limo. I sucked in a breath and held it in my chest, unable to deny that I was missing him already. With one foot inside the vehicle, he grabbed hold of the door and looked back at me.
“Hey, Zee?”
“Yeah?”
“Someone once told me that if you can’t decide on whether a certain love is right for you or not, you should ask yourself just one question.”
“And what’s that?”
“If someone came by right now and told you that the world was about to go to shit overnight, and you had nothing or no one to think about but yourself, who would you want to lie next to you in bed and hold you while the sky came down around us?” Danny raised his brows and smiled over at me, quite possibly the happiest I’d ever seen him, before he tapped the door and winked. “Just something to think about.”
I had no time to answer. Danny ducked inside and closed the door behind him.
He probably knew what I was thinking before I did.
There was only one person I wanted to see the world out with.
It had always been him.
I watched the out of place limo drive away, and I stood in the cool night air, begging it to temper my racing heart and my overworked mind. Eventually, I made my way inside to drink coffee and take two paracetamols to soothe the headache I could feel brewing. My body still hummed with satisfaction from sex in the limo with Danny, but my brain was bashing itself against the walls of my mind in frustration.
This was about to get messy.
I’d had sex in a limo with Danny.
How fickle a woman’s fight was when faced with the man she’d never actually managed to let go of.
His fingers still burned my skin, and I knew there’d be bruises th
ere from his desperate need to hold on tight and not let me go.
With a gasp of happiness, I clasped my hand to my mouth and felt tears form. The reality of everything the last few days had shown was that he still wanted me.
He’d been around the world, found success, chased his dream… and he’d come back here for more. There was a chance, however big or small, that he was seeking comfort in me to deal with his grief instead of dealing with it face on… but my time with him hadn’t felt like that. It didn’t feel like I was being used—only ever adored. Danny would look at me now like he was fragile, and I was the bomb waiting to go off. Like the decisions about us were at my feet, and he’d deal with the consequences of my choices for the two of us.
That respect was unexpected and intoxicating.
My super glued heart throbbed under the weight of the feelings I was trying to stuff back inside it, like an overloaded tumble dryer, or a memory box packed with too many trinkets.
Somehow, I managed to shower. I washed my face, rubbed cream over every inch of my skin, and I walked back to my bed with a towel wrapped around my body. My bedside lamp lit up my room, and I wasn’t sure if it was from my thoughts alone or not, but everything around me suddenly seemed romantic again.
If someone came by right now and told you that the world was about to go to shit overnight, and you had nothing or no one to think about but yourself, who would you want to lie next to you in bed and hold you while the sky came down around us?
I cast a quick glance at my pyjamas draped over the back of my vanity chair before I dropped my towel and climbed into bed naked, my warm, sensitive skin brushing against soft cotton sheets as I buried myself under my duvet and turned on my side.
My phone stared at me, but I soon turned the lamp off, letting nothing but the moonlight shine through my thin curtains.
I lasted ten minutes before I reached for my phone and scrolled through to find Danny’s number.
Me: There’s a spare key to my front door in the grey stone flowerpot under my window ledge. If the sky were about to fall down, I’d want you to use that key to walk inside, climb my stairs, and slip into bed behind me.
