Loving Daisy

by R. M. Lynn

  She nodded and gave me a smile. I stepped away from her just as Dash came out of the bathroom. He gave Daisy a hug, whispered something to her, making her laugh softly, and I put my hand to his shoulder when said hug lasted too long and pushed him to the door.

  Dropping Dash off to get his car, and on my way home, my mind raced with every possible thought about Daisy. We were friends, but every time we said it to each other, I wondered if we were just trying to convince ourselves that nothing had changed. We’d simply kissed, twice, and it felt like everything was different. I only hoped it wouldn’t go too far to a place of no return.

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  “He looks like a golden retriever,” Colt quipped as we stood off down the hall while we observed Marcus chatting up Daisy from afar. “What a douche.”

  I cleared my throat and tried not to glare at Marcus as Dash came up behind us and put a hand on either of our shoulders.

  “I heard he’s taking her out on Friday,” Dash muttered, and I turned to look at him.

  “How do you know that?” I snapped out, and he smirked as he took in my tone.

  He put his hands up and shrugged. “Shit, relax. Riley mentioned it to me in class. She said Avery heard it from Marcus and some other guys talking. Could be bullshit, being that it’s Avery and Riley, but you never know.”

  My jaw ticked as I looked back at Daisy as her head tipped back as she let out a laugh at whatever Marcus had said to her. It was Thursday. How hadn’t she mentioned it to me? I wondered, stupidly, if she just forgot to say something or if she deliberately kept it from me. We hadn’t kissed or even touched each other for more than a millisecond since Sunday, and to think that she’d likely kiss Marcus or even go a little further with him tomorrow did something to me.

  “Fuck that guy,” I suddenly heard myself grumble. “I’ve been trying to let her figure it out for herself but maybe – “

  “No, don’t,” Colt argued lowly. “You don’t want to piss her off.”

  I didn’t care about pissing her off. She’d get over it. I headed over to her locker where they stood and sidled right up next to Daisy. Marcus glared up at me, and I smirked as my arm slid around Daisy’s shoulders, pulling her against my side.

  “Run along, Williams,” I said and gestured with a jerk of my chin down the hall. “Don’t want to be late to practice again.”

  He was late yesterday, and I knew it was because of Daisy. She hadn’t walked with us to the field, and he showed up ten minutes late, causing Coach to make us run suicides for the better part of practice. To say the team was pissed at him was an understatement.

  “See you later, Daze?” Marcus murmured, ignoring me, and Daisy gave a smile and nod before he headed off for the side doors.

  “You’re going out with him tomorrow?” I asked as soon as he was out of earshot, and Daisy glared up at me. “When were you going to tell me?”

  “I didn’t realize I had to,” she countered and crossed her arms over her chest. “What’s the big deal?”

  “He’s a dick.”

  “So, you say. He’s been nothing but sweet to me.”

  I rolled my eyes. “Whatever, Daisy.” I looked her over, appreciating how long her legs looked in her uniform skirt before my eyes landed on the white Chucks on her feet. “Come over tonight then. We should get you prepared for your date. You never know what he might pull, and you’ll want to be ready for it.”

  She swallowed and glanced around to see if any of the lingering students heard me before she whispered, “Fine. What time? My parents are making me sit through an inevitably awkward dinner tonight.”

  “Come after. Dad left yesterday to check up on the branch in New York, so we’ll be alone.” I fingered a stand of her hair. She’d straightened it, and her face had been done up in light makeup, and I knew it was for that douchebag Marcus. “I don’t like this, by the way. You look great without all this.”

  Not to say she didn’t look great, but I liked her just the way she was without it all. She frowned, opened her mouth like she wanted to say something, but I ducked my head and put my mouth to her ear just as I heard Colt and Dash coming our way.

  “Wear some sexy panties, Daze,” I murmured lowly and heard her suck in a breath. “Maybe something red.”

  I pulled back, gave her a wink and a smirk, and led the guys out of the doors for practice. Marcus stayed clear of me the entire time, which wasn’t too hard as he was defense while I was offense. When practice ended, I was met out of the locker room by Audrey. I hadn’t actually spoken with her except in passing since Marcus’s party, but I gave her a smile to be polite. Dash and Colt headed off in front of me, and my eyes scanned for Daisy as Audrey talked to me about something I wasn’t actually hearing.

  “So, would you want to?” Audrey asked softly and pulled on my hand gently, which made me look back down to her.

  “Hmm?” I muttered and glanced back down at her. “I’m sorry, my head’s a little out of it.”

  “No, I get it,” she giggled. “Practice and the game coming up. I get it. But I was wondering, since you have an earlier game on Saturday if you maybe wanted to go get something to eat after and then maybe hit up Jimmy Kowalski’s party together?”

  My eyes caught Daisy as she suddenly appeared with Marcus, his arm around her. She pulled away, smiling up at him before glancing my way. She cocked her head in an almost teasing manner, and I narrowed my eyes as she smirked. Then, she slipped back under Marcus’s arm and headed out to the parking lot.

  “Uh, yeah, Audrey, sure,” I mumbled and shifted my duffel bag up my shoulder. “I have to go, but I’ll talk to you later.”

  “I’ll text you!” she called after me as I hurried out to try and catch Daisy before she got a ride home from Marcus.

  When I got to the parking lot, Daisy and Marcus were pulling out, and I let out a curse. Fucking Marcus. And fucking Daisy. What was she doing actually getting in the car with that guy? She knew that was my thing. Our thing. So, instead of driving her home, I headed home by myself and showered, since I didn’t in the locker rooms. After, I did my homework, called my dad only to get his voicemail, I then hopped onto my Xbox to play a game with Colt. It was around eight o’clock when I got a text message from Daisy, letting me know she was on her way over.

  “Colt, man,” I muttered into my headset for the Xbox. “I got to go.”

  “Aw, c’mon, we’re almost done with this part, Mac.”

  “I’ll finish it up tomorrow or something. Got to go.”

  I took my headset, turned off the game, and stood up from the couch just as there was a knock on the front door. I glanced down at my joggers and t-shirt, hoping she wasn’t expecting me to look any better for whatever was about to happen tonight. Sure, I’d teased her. But, honestly, I was just fine with hanging out and watching a movie or sitting out on the beach for a bit. I wasn’t sure what she expected, but I hoped she didn’t feel any sort of pressure from me.

  “Hey,” I muttered when I opened the door for her. I looked her over, noticing she showered. Her hair was drying, her natural curls showing, and the makeup was gone from her face. “How was dinner?”

  She stepped into me, kicked the door shut, and lifted her hands to the back of my neck. My hands instinctively went to her hips as she shook her head and tipped her face to mine.

  “It sucked. So, maybe you can help me forget it ever happened.”

  “We don’t have to if you don’t –”

  My words were cut off when her lips collided with mine. Honestly, we should’ve started this kissing thing long ago. I could do it all damn day. My arms tightened around her as her tongue traced my bottom lip, begging for entrance. It made me smile, knowing she craved me as much as I craved her. I pressed her back against the front door, my hands going to either side of her head, caging her in as she kissed me hungrily. Her hands trailed over my abs and up my chest before sliding back down around my waist, pulling me against her.

  “Slow down,” I murmured as I pulled bac
k from her slightly.

  “I don’t want to slow down,” she whispered back and shook her head. “Plus, I may be wearing those red panties you inquired about.”

  Fuck me.

  I brushed my lips over hers and let her take my hand to lead me up the stairs. My heart hammered in my chest. What the fuck was I doing? Could I even do it? Shit, of course, I could. My dick was harder than ever already. But she was my friend first, and I’d hate myself forever if I hurt her. She pulled me into my room and stood in the middle of my floor, a good two feet away from me while I kicked the door shut behind me.

  “I’m not going to fuck you,” I said quietly after a moment of silence between the two of us. “You’re not ready, and quite frankly, I don’t know if I am either.”

  “That’s okay. You’re right. I’m not ready for that.” She swallowed and put her hands to the hem of her shirt. “But if you’re okay with it… I want you to touch me. And I want to touch you, too.”

  I closed my eyes at her words, ready to fucking burst. I exhaled a breath slowly as my eyes opened to look at her again. She pulled her shirt over her head, and I let out a low curse as I took in the red, lace bra. I’d seen her in a swimsuit before, but this somehow felt different. Not only was she there in her underwear, but now I was allowed to ogle her and touch her to my heart’s content.

  “You’re turn,” she whispered, and my eyes lifted from her tits to her eyes. “Shirt off. It’s only fair.”

  I tore the t-shirt I was wearing over my head and tossed it toward the desk chair across the room. Her eyes danced over my torso, and I couldn’t stop the smirk from forming. The smirk fell when her hands went to the waistband of her black leggings. She stripped out them, tripped a little, making me grin once more, and she rolled her eyes at herself once she freed her feet from the clothing. When she stood straight again, I swallowed as I took in her matching lace panties. I didn’t even know Daisy owned sexy underwear, but I had been assuming wrong for years apparently.

  “Fuck, Daze, I’m not even sure where to look,” I heard myself mutter and shook my head as I tried to keep my eyes on her face.

  “You can look,” she laughed out softly and took a step toward me. “What happens now?”

  I cleared my throat and gave a nod to my bed. “Get up there.” She did as I asked, and I got up behind her, my legs on either side of hers while she leaned back against my chest. “Have you ever touched yourself before?”

  I felt a shiver run through her as she gave me a tentative nod. I asked next, “Nobody’s ever made you come?”

  “Just myself,”

  “I’m going to take this off,” I told her as I pulled on one of her bra straps. “Okay?”

  She nodded, and my lips trailed up her neck as I slipped a hand between us to undo her bra. When it was released, I fingered the straps down her arms until it fell away from her body, and I wished I could get more of a look than the glimpse I got from this angle. I trailed my hand up her flat stomach and up, stopping at the top of her ribs. I felt her breathing pick up, and I thought she might back out. Instead, though, she put her hand over my other one and led it down over her hips to the waistband of her panties. I slipped my fingers downward, stopping over the shaved patch of hair there.

  “You’re sure?” I asked in a strained whisper.

  Her hips arched up toward my hand as she whisper-moaned, “Please, do it, Maddox.”

  I slid my fingers down in between her folds and dipped a finger into her. Her head dropped back against my shoulder with a soft moan, and I slid a second finger into her, pumping in and out slowly. Fuck me, she was so tight and wet, and I couldn’t stop myself from thinking about how she’d feel wrapped around my cock. Another little moan slipped from her as I pulled my fingers from her and moved them up to circle around her clit. Her hips rocked against my hand while my other one moved to knead her tits, pulling at and teasing her nipples. My lips kissed along her neck and jaw, and she twisted her face toward mine to kiss me roughly before slamming her head back against my shoulder with a loud moan when I pinched her clit.

  “Maddox,” she moaned out, and my dick throbbed with the sound while I circled her clit once again before dipping my fingers into her. “Please.”

  “Please, what?”

  “Make me come.”

  I think I might have groaned at her words, but my fingers worked to get her over the edge. Her hand gripped my forearm as her thighs began to quake, and another moan ripped through her as she came against me. I let her ride it out, and once her body sagged against mine, I pressed a kiss to her neck and loosened my arms around her, pulling my hands away from her. She turned to face me, her knees between my legs, and my eyes instantly went to her tits while her hands went to the sides of my neck. I trailed one of mine up her side, pulling her to me until our lips met in a slow, tantalizing kiss.

  Her hand slid down my bare chest, over my abs as they clenched in anticipation, but when her fingers dipped into the waistband of my sweats, I put a hand over hers to stop her.

  “You don’t have to,” I insisted, even though I was sure I sounded pained. “I’m alright.”

  “Let me,” she whispered. “I’ve only ever touched Niko over his jeans. And it was awkward to say the least.”

  I scowled. “I wish you didn’t tell me that.”

  She smiled against my lips as she kissed me. When her tongue met mine, her hand slipped into my pants, past my boxers, and her fingers wrapped around my cock. With a sharp intake of breath, I pulled back from her to drop my forehead to hers, my eyes closing with the sensation of her hand pumping over me slowly.

  “Like this,” I got out and covered her hand with mine.

  She followed my movements, tightening her grip a bit and picking up her pace. Her thumb slid over the head of my cock, and a low groan escaped me. This seemed to please her, because I could feel the smile on her lips as she took mine in a deep kiss. She grew confident in her movements, and I was able to move my hand back up her side to brush my thumb over her nipple. She arched into me, her hand pumping over me eagerly.

  “Fuck, Daisy,” I groaned out as my body tightened.

  When my cum spilled over her fingers and over my abs, she watched with weird fascination in her eyes. I tipped my head back against my headboard, closing my eyes, as I caught my breath. Daisy reached for the Kleenex box on my nightstand, grabbing a few and wiping at my stomach and her fingers. She pressed a kiss to my chin before climbing off the bed and heading to the bathroom to dump the damp Kleenex and wash up. I adjusted my pants and decided that was the best hand-job I’d ever get in my life, simply because it was Daisy.

  When she reemerged from the bathroom, she grabbed my t-shirt from the desk chair and pulled it over her head before getting back into bed with me. She reached for the TV remote and turned on Netflix before putting on The Office. We’d definitely watched it through at least twice already, but it was a favorite for both of us.

  Our arms brushed, and I wondered if I should put my arm around her or something. I didn’t do this type of thing normally. When I told her that I was good at fucking around, I meant it. I didn’t do it often, certainly not like Dash or even Colt, but it was only because I was rather picky. I wanted pretty, tolerable, and nonattached girls. I couldn’t get involved with someone when my future was so unclear. My dad drilled it into me my whole life that I had to focus on my future, and I didn’t need distractions like girls and relationships. Not to mention the way my dad and mother ended up. It turned me off from relationships. So, on any normal occasion, I’d politely walk the girl out and end it there. I didn’t do repeats, and I made it clear beforehand what it was I was willing to give.

  But Daisy was different.

  My arm draped over the back of her shoulders, and she dropped her head into the crook of my arm while she laughed at the show.

  “I can’t stay over tonight,” she muttered after a few minutes.

  “Okay,”

  “It’s supposed to rain tomorrow. You mind
driving me to school if it starts up early?”

  I nod. “I can do that.”

  I’d been trying to drive her to school since I got my car, but she was too stubborn to let me do it. I debated on speaking about what we’d just done, but she didn’t bring it up, and I didn’t want to make the situation uncomfortable. Plus, I liked just hanging out with her. Around ten, she let out a yawn and sat up, glancing back at me.

  “I better get going,” she muttered, and I gave a nod before we got out of bed, she put her clothes back on, and I walked her down to the front door where her skateboard sat on the porch.

  “So, I’ll pick you up tomorrow,” I murmured and tucked loose hair behind her ear. “Just text me if you want a ride.”

  “Sure thing,” she assured me. “I’ll text you when I make it back home?” When I nodded, she got up on her toes and brushed her lips over my jaw. “Thanks, Mac.”

  I wanted to thank her in return but felt it’d be weird, so I just nodded. I watched her walk down to the sidewalk before she got up on her skateboard and kicked her foot out to start going. She tossed me a wave before she was out of sight, and I closed the door, locked it, and headed back up to bed.

  I couldn’t say for certain that Marcus would actually try something with her tomorrow night. He’d definitely try to kiss her, though. That much I knew. I wondered what kind of panties she’d wear for him as I settled into bed. Would she put on a sexy pair or were those just for me?

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  5

  “What’re you going to wear tonight?” Logan asked me with a grin as we headed down the hallway, clutching our Psychology books to our chests.

  I shrugged and smirked at her. “I don’t know. I’m nervous. But I think I should just be myself, and I don’t usually dress up for much.”

  “Yes, but this is Marcus Williams. Do you know where you’re going?”