And I don’t think he’s lying. His eyes are way more alert than they were before. His lids drop to half-mast as his gaze focuses on my mouth.
“How did you get in?” he asks in a husky voice.
“You left the door wide open.”
He lifts his eyes to mine. “Is it still wide open?”
“Yeah. Why?”
He answers with a crooked grin before his bedroom door closes and locks by itself.
“Bryce, what do you think you’re—”
He brings his lips to mine once more, and this kiss is anything but lazy. The hand cupping my cheek slides to the back of my head, keeping me in place as Bryce devours my mouth. He runs his other fingers down my arm before he sprawls them on my hip, digging in a little as he rotates under me. The movement moves his erection closer to my already throbbing clit, eliciting a moan from me.
“Bryce,” I say between feverish kisses. “We shouldn’t be doing this.”
He stops suddenly, and I pull back completely, now straddling him, which only increases the friction between our bodies.
“Are you in pain or feeling ill?”
“No. Nothing like that. Ellen said I’m healed completely.”
He grabs my hips, and then, with an expression that tells me he’s up to no good, he slides his hands down until they reach the bottom of my skirt. I let out a gasp as my heart lurches forward. Without breaking eye contact, he slides his hands underneath my skirt, and with a smoldering caress, he skims back up until his fingers curl around the sides of my underwear.
“Bryce, what are you doing?” I breathe out.
“I want to make sure Ellen’s assessment was correct.”
Without releasing his grip on my panties, Bryce drops his eyes to the front of my wet shirt. It must be completely see-through now. Slowly, the buttons pop open. If breathing was difficult before, now it’s almost impossible. The fabric gets pushed down my arms by an invisible force until the shirt is gone. Bryce repeats the process with my simple cotton bra. He unclasps the back and peels the wet material off my body using his telekinesis while staring at me with the hunger of a starving man.
My breasts are now free, and immediately my nipples turn into small pebbles.
“Fuck. You’re more breathtaking than I imagined.”
I’m almost naked in front of him, and yet I don’t feel exposed. I’m utterly enjoying his appreciative stare. I’m the meek Norm who can make Bryce, one of the strongest Idols I’ve ever met, go crazy with desire. It makes me feel powerful, invincible.
“Touch me,” I say, surprising myself with my boldness.
I’m not a blushing virgin, but all my previous experiences were the garden-variety type. Nothing remarkable. But the fire burning bright in my core tells me that what I’m about to do will be more than remarkable. It will be unforgettable.
When Bryce doesn’t move fast enough, I grab his hand and bring it to one of my boobs. A hiss escapes his lips and his cock twitches. To torture him more—and also myself—I rotate my hips just a little.
Fast as a cobra, Bryce sits up and kisses me. As his tongue goes on a wild exploration, he tears my panties with one hard yank. I don’t have the chance to protest before he flips us around. Now I’m the one at his mercy, trapped underneath his herculean frame.
“I don’t want to just touch you, Daisy. I want to taste you. Here.” He kisses the corner of my mouth. “Here.” Then my chin. “And here.” His mouth is on my neck now.
Holding his arms, I arch my back. His lips move to my breasts, and the kisses become wetter and hotter. Making lazy movements with the tip of his tongue, Bryce teases the area around my right nipple before sucking the nub in. Fuck. My toes curl inside my shoes, and the sound that comes from the back of my throat is hoarse and needy.
Bryce lets go of my nipple with a wet pop to continue his progress south. The closer he gets to where I so desperately need him to be, the greater the desire for him becomes.
When he reaches my skirt’s waistband, he says, “This needs to go now.”
Using both hands, he tears the fabric in two.
“Bryce! What am I going to wear now?” I ask, trying to sound indignant, but I’m too horny for that.
His lips curl into a lopsided grin. “Me. But first….” He parts my legs gently and brings his mouth to my pussy.
One swipe of his tongue against my clit sends an electric current down my legs that turns my blood into liquid fire.
“So fucking delicious,” he says before having another taste.
With each stroke, he unravels me. I run my fingers through his hair, then yank the long strands by the roots. My hips buckle, a knee-jerk reaction when he inserts two fingers inside of me.
“Easy there.” He chuckles, fanning hot air against my oversensitive skin.
Forming coherent words is impossible when I’m trying my hardest not to lose myself completely too soon. I can only answer with a moan, which seems to motivate Bryce even more. He sucks my clit into his mouth as he begins to pump his fingers faster. With my free hand, I curl my fingers around the comforter, trying to hold on. But the feeling that I’m soaring through the sky doesn’t disappear.
“Oh my God, Bryce. Please don’t stop.”
“I don’t plan to, darling.”
He returns to his torture, and not even a minute later, a jolt goes through me and I cry out, arching my back. Bryce continues licking and sucking until I’m boneless and dizzy. Then he eases off me, places a kiss on the inside of my thigh, and jumps out of bed.
Leaning on my elbows, I’m about to ask what he’s doing when I catch him with a condom wrapper in his hand. Sensing my stare, he sits on the edge of the bed, twisting his body to mine.
“I want this to happen between us, but if you’re not sure or rea—”
“I’m ready!” I shout like a sex-depraved woman.
Bryce smiles from ear to ear. “Thank heavens.”
He brings the foil package to his mouth and tears it open with his teeth. He looks so normal doing that, it’s almost possible to pretend he’s not an Idol with extraordinary powers. That notion flies straight out of my head when his eyes become brighter, almost molten gold.
Condom in place, Bryce cages me in with his arms and body. He’s kneeling, hovering above me as he stares into my eyes.
“I’ve been craving you since I saw you wearing that microskirt and red cowboy boots.”
“I can wear it for you again, I mean, if you want me to.” Sudden insecurity rears its ugly head in my heart. This could very well be nothing but a onetime thing.
He lowers his body, bringing the head of his cock to my entrance. With a featherlight touch, he pushes strands of hair off my forehead. “Daisy, this is not a hookup. Now that I’ve tasted you, you’re not getting rid of me that easily.”
He slides in slowly, filling me in a delicious way. I close my eyes and clutch Bryce’s back. He sears my lips with a torching kiss as he pushes all the way in. In a thoughtless action, I bring my knees up and cross my ankles together. Bryce groans in response, increasing the tempo of his thrusts. In this new angle, I can tell it won’t take much for me to climax again.
But Bryce isn’t satisfied; he hooks his arm under my knees and props my leg over his shoulder. Damn it. It feels even better now.
There is no need for words; the song of our bodies together is enough. Bryce’s face is red as we lock gazes. His breathing is erratic when he rises to his knees, lifting me with him. With a firm grip on my hips, he doesn’t miss a beat. The muscles on his neck and arms strain, and then Bryce becomes the epitome of the God of Sex.
The lights in his room start to flicker as light emanates from his body. It envelopes us both, right before he throws his head back and cries out. Closing my eyes, I follow suit a split second later, this orgasm even more intense than the previous one. It seems to last forever and not long enough.
A moment later, when the light begins to fade, Bryce lowers my body before he collapses next to me. I kee
p my eyes closed as I attempt to control my breathing.
He laces his hand with mine and says, “I think I should be rescued more often. This was amazing.”
Opening my eyes, I turn to him. “I loved the outcome, but I’d prefer if you didn’t scare me just so you can have sex.”
He leans on his side and looks at me with a cheeky smile on his gorgeous face. God, he’s even more beautiful all sexed up like this.
“Aw, you were worried about me. You’re cute.”
I hit his chest with the back of my hand. “Jerk. I learned today that Idols get sick too. So yeah, I got worried.”
He scooches closer, bringing his face to mine. “I’m sorry that I scared you, but I like that you care.”
His sinful mouth captures mine again, and by the way my body immediately catches fire, I know a second round is coming.
Until the sound of Rufio’s voice calling out Bryce’s name just outside the room douses the fire in the blink of eye.
Shit. The fun is over.
5
Rufio
“Bryce?” I head for my brother’s room.
On the way here, our phones were blowing up with news of the incident involving Daisy, which only made me drive faster back to campus. The problem with gossip is that nothing is accurate—each message we received told a different story—but the bottom line is someone tried to kill Daisy and nearly succeeded.
"Are you home?" I try the door, but it's locked.
"Yeah. One second," he replies.
I hear the sound of sheets being tossed and then a loud thump followed by a curse from Bryce.
"What the hell is going on in there?" I frown at the door.
"What? Is his door locked?" Phoenix stops next to me.
"Yup."
"Want me to unlock it?" Phoenix asks.
The door opens, but not completely, and Bryce sticks his head out. "What is it?"
His hair is a mess, and his skin is flushed and covered in sweat. One deep breath tells me exactly what Bryce was doing locked in his room.
"Who’s in there with you?" I take a step forward, bracing my hand against his door.
"Not your damn business. Now tell me what you want or leave."
I watch Bryce closely. He never gave a fuck about protecting his hookups’ identities before. A nagging suspicion makes itself known.
"Is Daisy in there with you?" I ask, my voice cold and hard.
Bryce's expression matches my tone. A muscle on his jaw twitches before he replies, "What do you want?"
Fine. He wants to be an ass about it, so be it. Summoning the dark power that lives underneath my skin to the palm of my hand, I turn Bryce's door into nothing but a pile of dust.
"You fucker." Bryce takes a step forward, ready to unleash his fury on me, when Daisy slips past him and gets in between us.
And she’s wearing nothing but Bryce’s sheet around her body. Son of a bitch.
"Enough already," she says.
"What are you doing here? Didn't you almost die?" Phoenix asks with the tactfulness of a blunt knife.
She flinches before she turns to him, but her attention switches to Morpheus, who’s hanging back. "You don't look well."
He shrugs. "I'm better now."
"Yeah, yeah. Morpheus is fine. But did you sleep with Bryce?" Phoenix tone of incredulity matches his astonished expression.
"How is that your business?" She levels him with a glare, clutching her makeshift coverall tighter.
Even if she weren't naked underneath that wrap, I'd be able to tell. I can smell sex all over her. I wait for jealousy to spear my chest, but all I feel right now is a crazy desire to pull that sheet off Daisy's body. As if sensing where my thoughts have wandered, she looks at me. No guilt in her eyes. She fucked my brother only days after we fooled around, and she's not sorry she got caught. Strangely, that makes her even more alluring in my eyes.
"You're right. It's not, and I don't give a damn." Phoenix stalks away like a petulant child and plops on the couch. "Oh, by the way. A thank-you would have been nice," he says as an afterthought.
A hint of blush spreads through Daisy's cheeks, the first time I've ever caught that reaction on her.
"Why would Daisy need to thank you?" Bryce arches his eyebrows.
"Phoenix and Rufio saved me from drowning last Saturday," she replies.
"What happened?" Bryce looks at me.
"The weather turned bad, and Daisy got caught in the middle of it." I purposely give a vague answer. Just because Daisy has slept with my brother doesn't earn her the right to know everything about us.
"And you volunteered to save her?" Bryce asks.
"Can't make Daisy's life miserable if she's not around." I give the girl my best wicked smile.
With a shake of her head, she says, "You're such an ass.”
“I’m still waiting for my thank-you,” Phoenix pipes in.
Embarrassment returns to her eyes, mixing with the contempt. “Thank you for saving my life, despite the motives.”
“You’re welcome.” Phoenix and I say at the same time. My answer is followed by a smirk.
“Ugh. I'm leaving." Daisy heads for the door.
"Are you walking out like that?" I ask.
She pauses with her hand on the doorknob and looks over her shoulder. "I have no choice. Bryce ripped the clothes right off my body."
With a grin, she slips out, leaving me staring at the door with my mouth agape. What the actual fuck.
Phoenix whistles. "Damn. Postcoital Daisy is even sassier."
The comment is meant to be a joke, but Phoenix's tone is off. He's trying to hide his true feelings on the matter. We didn't discuss in depth what our actions in the last forty hours meant.
Bryce stares at the gap where his door used to be, then turns a murderous glare in my direction. "You're fixing this, asshole."
"Now that Daisy is gone, can we talk without trading insults?" Morpheus approaches, still wearing more clothes than the weather asks for.
"Fine. Tell me exactly what happened on Saturday," Bryce replies.
"You'd better put your clothes on and have a seat. It's a long story." Morpheus heads for the couch.
BRYCE
An hour later, we realize our problems are bigger than we thought. I told the guys everything that happened to me since I disappeared. Well, almost everything. I didn’t get into the details of the conversation between my parents. I don’t think Rufio is ready to learn the whole truth about our mother. All he knows now is that she’s the one who pushed for Daisy’s scholarship.
The most troublesome part is the fact that the Knights were able to not only kidnap me but keep me captive for the entire weekend.
Between Mom’s shady agenda and the Knights, there’s Daisy—sexy and sassy Daisy—who proved to be a surprise in more ways than one. Just thinking about her makes my cock twitch. I push thoughts about sex to the side and focus on the other aspect of her that, for now, I’m keeping to myself as well. Her last name. Why would she use a fake one? What is she trying to hide?
Morpheus rubs his face. “I don’t know what to think anymore. Why would Mr. Rogers try to kill Daisy like that? It doesn’t make any sense.”
“You’re worried about him? What about the Knights’ interest in Daisy? What do you they want with her?” Rufio replies.
“Let’s not forget your mother playing ‘good cop, bad cop’ with you two.” Phoenix scoffs.
I don’t want to focus on my mother’s shenanigans, so I ask, “Did you really see the god’s face in the sky?”
“I thought that maybe I was imagining things, but after what the bastard did to Morpheus, I’m sure.” Phoenix leans on his elbows and stares me straight in the eyes. “But, man, you can heal people? That’s huge.”
“I suppose.” I shrug.
“I can’t believe you boned her before Rufio or I could. That’s a plot twist I didn’t see coming.”
“Oh, for fuck’s sake, Phoenix. Can you take your mind out of the g
utter for one second?” Rufio snaps.
“What’s with you? Are you jealous?” he asks.
“You know the god who wants Daisy dead won’t stop, right?” Morpheus chimes in. “What are we going to do about that? She clearly has a big part to play in whatever’s happening to our world.”
I become tense in an instant. They might have saved Daisy at the beach, but they were dead set on destroying her before.
“I’m sorry you took the brunt of his wrath, but I want to make one thing very clear. No one is touching Daisy,” I say.
“What’s that supposed to mean?” Rufio lifts his gaze to mine.
“It means if you’re still thinking about continuing your wicked games, think again.”
I stand up, feeling bone-tired all of a sudden. Not the same lethargy that knocked me down earlier, but it’s enough to make me want to lie down and not wake up until tomorrow. Unfortunately, rest will have to wait.
“Jeez, Bryce. Since when do you care about the chicks you fuck?” Phoenix asks.
I don’t answer because I don’t want to tell them. I never truly cared about anyone besides my brother, and even so, I had a hard time showing it. Emotion is not something I master well.
“You’re not in love with her, are you?” Phoenix’s expression turns somber, and when I look around the room, he’s not the only one sporting a frown.
“Don’t be an idiot. Of course not,” I reply.
“I could have fucked her, you know?” Rufio says. His comment is sharp, meant to cut.
My brother is cruel, but never without reason. His remark only serves one purpose: to tell me he feels more for Daisy than he wants to acknowledge.
Phoenix turns to him. “When?”
“On the evening Bryce was hanging out with her.” My brother leans against the couch, sprawling his arms over the backrest.
His smug smile is supposed to irritate me, and it’s working. I left Daisy in a hurry to protect her from Rufio’s anger, but all I did was leave her alone with him.
“She was high, easy prey. So tell me, brother, why didn’t you?” I ask.
The smile vanishes from his face, replaced by a glare.
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