Easy

by Dahlia West

  Daisy gaped at him as he spoke.

  “But you’re good. Very good. And that’s a problem.”

  “H-how?” she squeaked, still reeling from the ass part.

  “I’ve worked hard to start my business. I had to hustle sharks for loans, built the space with my bare hands. I put everything I had into it, and I don’t shit where I eat. Crude, I know,” he said at her grimace, “but it’s true. I can get pussy. Pussy’s mine for the taking,” he told her. “But good artists are harder to come by. As much as I’d like to taste you, Daisy, and keep tasting you ‘til we’re both tired of each other, you’re worth more as an artist. If I take your work and show it around the same time you’re showing me that sweet ass of yours, sooner or later it’s not gonna work out between us. Then I’ve lost a woman and an artist. I’ll take you either way,” he said, and the deep baritone to his voice was almost hypnotic. It had Daisy imagining all the ways in which he could take her.

  “It’s up to you,” said Adam. “You choose. If I take you to bed, I can’t go into business with you. That’s my rule. I’m not promising shit, in the bed or out of it. If we twist up your sheets a few times, and I’ve had my fill, I’m gone. If I show your work, and no one’s interested, there’s nothing I can do.”

  Daisy swallowed hard and tried to get her heart to stop pounding away in her chest.

  “What’s it gonna be, honey?”

  Chapter 15

  Easy strode up to the dirty, orange door with the peeling paint and raised his fist. He pounded on it so loudly he even surprised himself. He steeled his nerves as the doorknob turned. He was God damn irritated, and there was a distinct possibility that everyone in this dump would hear about it soon.

  The door opened just a few inches, and Daisy filled the empty space. Her face probably mirrored his, a mix of shock and annoyance. “What the hell are you doing here?” she asked.

  “I want to talk to you.”

  “I don’t have anything to say. Besides, I’m busy.”

  Easy scoffed. It wasn’t like the Rainbow had cable. “Oh, really?” he sneered at her. “Doing what?”

  A large hand curled around the edge of the door and pulled, revealing that asshole Adam, standing behind her. Easy felt another stab of irritation. So, she cockblocked him but was here trying to get some for herself? Oh, that’s some bullshit, he thought to himself.

  “Well, surprise, surprise,” Easy bit out.

  Daisy bristled and put her hand on her hip. “Shut up. You don’t know me!” she snapped. “Who are you to judge me anyway? You and Ms. Snakeskin Boots should be very happy together. Why aren’t you with her?” She cocked her head to the side and grinned at him. “Or are you done already?”

  Easy felt a surge of anger and clenched his fists. “I didn’t get the chance!” he argued. “You ran her off!”

  “I didn’t run her off! Milo did!”

  “If you hadn’t run your mouth at him, he wouldn’t have known about it.”

  Daisy laughed and shook her head. “It was a public bathroom!” she reminded him. “About as private as doing it at the bus station! If you wanted to keep it a secret, you should’ve taken me someplace else. Guess you’re as bad at keeping secrets as every other damn thing. Don’t blame me!”

  Behind her, Adam cleared his throat. “Daisy.”

  “What!” she shouted at him then bit her lip.

  Instead of being angry, Adam looked vaguely amused at the whole situation. He flashed a piece of paper at her, but Easy didn’t get a good look. “I’m taking this,” he told her and brushed past the two of them as he exited the room. Over his shoulder he said, “I’ll let you know how it goes.”

  He got on his Harley, which Easy noted darkly had a bigger engine than his own, and drove off. After he turned onto the road, Easy looked back at Daisy. Her clothes were still on, he finally realized. So were Adam’s. “What was he doing here?”

  She glared at him. “None of your business.” She backed up and tried to close the door, but Easy placed a palm on it and pushed his way into her room.

  “What are you doing? Get out!”

  Easy looked around the shabby room that an army of housekeepers couldn’t possibly make presentable. “Don’t have anything to do, thanks to you.” He plucked another piece of paper off the small table and studied it. It was a drawing of a skull with a snake coiled around it. Pretty standard MC fare. The room was covered in them, different images, some darker, some more feminine with flowers or hearts. They were all similar though, they had a certain style to them, he realized, for lack of a better term.

  “Did you draw these?”

  “Yes, Sherlock,” she grumbled.

  “So, this is what Adam wanted,” Easy surmised.

  Daisy blew out a frustrated breath and ran her hand through her hair. “I guess. Apparently, he decided for me.”

  Easy looked up from the paper. “What do you mean?”

  “Nothing,” she grumbled. “Why are you here? You can’t care that much about Ms. Snakeskin Boots. Just go find another one.”

  Easy tossed the paper onto the table and avoided looking at her. What could he tell her, that she was the first girl he’d had in two years? That some small part of him was actually relieved Holly had ditched him? He, for damn sure, wasn’t about to tell her he’d lost his mojo.

  At that moment, he understood exactly why he’d shown up here, and it wasn’t to give her hell over losing Holly. He might have been nervous about taking Holly home, but he’d already screwed Daisy, if not spectacularly badly. So what would it hurt to try again? And she didn’t like him anyway. What could he possibly lose?

  “You fuck Adam?”

  “What business is it of yours?”

  “I just want to know. Was he just here for the drawings, or are you fucking him?”

  “Both!” she snapped, then sighed and waved her hand as if he was a gnat annoying her. “Or... either. One of those two.”

  Easy rolled his eyes at her. “Which is it?”

  “He told me I had to pick. Screw him or have him take me on as an artist at his shop. He doesn’t do both.”

  “And you picked working with him.”

  She glared at him. “I didn’t get a chance to! You showed up, spewing your bullshit. Adam took a sketch and walked out. Like I said, I guess he chose for me.”

  Easy took a step toward her. Daisy continued to glare at him, but she didn’t back away. “Would you have fucked him?” he asked her quietly.

  She shrugged angrily. “I don’t know. Probably. I sure as hell wanted to. God knows I’m about tired of getting myself off.”

  Easy grinned at her. “Yeah, I heard about your dry spell.”

  Daisy made an exasperated noise. “Fucking Milo!”

  Easy moved forward and caught her face in his hands. He leaned down until he was just inches from her. He could hear her breath catch in her throat. “You need to get fucked, Daisy?”

  It was pretty much a rhetorical question. He remembered her clasping pussy and her cry of disappointment when he’d finished too early. He needed to prove he was still as skilled at fucking as putting together an engine as much as she needed to fall apart in his hands and around his cock, a perfect match. He didn’t wait for her answer. He crushed his mouth over hers.

  She tasted sweet, and her lips were soft, which made him wonder about the other pair. With one hand he yanked open the button of her shorts and pushed his hand inside. She was warm, but he needed her hot and wet. His fingertips grazed through her silky hair and found her clit. He worked it, rubbing it in slow circles until she groaned. Her arms slid around his waist, pulling him closer.

  As before, it didn’t take her long to go from surprised to supple. She spread her legs for him and pulled her head away from his as he dipped his fingers inside her. Her breath was hot and ragged on his neck. Her pussy was still tight, and he couldn’t help but grin. Adam hadn’t fucked her. She was still desperate and likely to be singing Easy’s praises in just a few minute
s, not that it would be over that quickly, not this time. The determination to fuck her as thoroughly as possible far outweighed his own excitement about the idea. His cock was as needy as her cunt, but it was his ego that took center stage.

  He pushed two fingers into her and separated them, stretching her wide. She whimpered and made a half-hearted attempt to push away from him. Easy braced his other arm around her and held her in an iron grip. “You’re fucking tight,” he told her. “Need to open you up.”

  “Jimmy,” she whispered and put her hands on his chest. He couldn’t tell if she was resisting or urging him on.

  “I’m going to fuck you,” he whispered. “Balls deep and hard. You want me to hurt you, Daisy?” he asked, pushing in a third finger. “Or do you want to come harder than you ever have before? All over my cock.”

  If she wanted to argue, her pussy didn’t. It clenched around his fingers sending a flood of juice into his palm. His lips found her ear, and he brushed over it. “Don’t you want to come, Daisy?” he half-teased.

  It turned out that was all it took for her to do just that. Her slick walls seized around his fingers and she dug her nails into his arms, panting hard. Before she was finished, Easy yanked his hand out of her shorts and pushed her back.

  “Son of a bitch!” she snarled, her orgasm ruined. “You asshole!”

  Easy didn’t stop to consider how pissed she was. He didn’t care. He had his belt undone done, his fly open, and his shaft out in record time. Daisy stopped mid-tirade to marvel at it. She seemed to realize several things at once. The first was that Easy had a giant cock. He didn’t give a shit how many guys she’d been with, she hadn’t seen one like this, or not often at any rate. She’d only felt it before but hadn’t gotten a look at it. The second was that, true to his word, she was going to get pounded. His hard on was a rager and wasn’t going down any time soon. And the last thing was if she wanted this pussy pounding to happen any time soon, she’d better get with the program.

  He could tell when that last part kicked in, because she grabbed her shorts at the hips and shoved them down to her knees before he’d even got the condom out of the foil wrapper. She kicked the shorts, and with them her panties, across the room and Easy caught enough of a glimpse to notice that the carpet matched the drapes. He grinned again and grabbed her by the arm before she could get on the bed.

  He jerked her around and pushed her forward. She caught herself with her hands on the mattress as he positioned himself behind her. Once again he got a good look at that round, creamy ass moments before he plunged in. He grabbed the head of his cock and forced his way into her. Daisy cried out, but she was already ripe from her half-orgasm and he knew he wasn’t hurting her.

  There was less of the frenzy of their first time. This time he pumped in and out of her steadily, a little further in each time until, as promised, his heavy sac slapped her swollen lips. She was bent over far enough that he might be hitting her clit, too, or near enough that she could feel it, anyway.

  “You want this, Daisy,” he growled and slammed into her. It wasn’t that she needed convincing. Hell, she was pushing back against him as hard as she could. It was more ‘You like this, Daisy,’ but there was no need to be an asshole about it. She knew now what he could do for her, to her, as his fingers dug into the flesh of her hips and his cock filled her tight, little hole. She squeezed him then, and he knew another orgasm was building.

  “Don’t,” he said firmly and slapped one round ass cheek with his palm to startle her. It worked, and she gasped in surprised. “I’m just going to keep going, even if you come. So, just wait.”

  “Hey!” she protested and craned her neck to glare at him over her shoulder.

  He got the feeling she might call a time out or, worse yet, call their little game altogether. He reached forward, gripped her upper arms in his hands, and hauled her up until she was leaning against him. Her ass fit perfectly in the hollow of his pelvis, and his cock was nestled into her tight channel. “Just wait,” he repeated and ran his hands under the hem of her shirt. He grazed her ribcage and found her breasts, barely a handful, but her nipples were hard and sensitive.

  He couldn’t pound her now as he had before, not in this position, but he rocked his hips into hers over and over, settling into a comfortable, lazy fuck. Her cunt juice ran down, coating his thighs, and she soon forgot her anger. She melted into him and rode each roll of his hips effortlessly.

  He gently pinched and tugged her nipples as she groaned against him. He could finally feel his own orgasm building, and he made one last, hard thrust up into her, forcing her to her toes. Evidently he lied, though, because she didn’t come hard. Seconds before he spilled into the condom, her walls tightened up, but Daisy was too far gone to care. Her head fell back into his shoulder, and he could see that her eyes were closed. Her cute little mouth was half open.

  He pulsed inside her a few times for good measure then stepped back carefully. His cock slid out of her as she slid to the bed, limp and boneless. He slid the condom off, tied it, and tossed it into a nearby trash can. As he zipped up he watched her, naked from the waist down, curled up on the shabby comforter. Her eyes were still closed, but a slight smile played on her lips.

  Having gotten what he came for and then some, he slipped quietly out the door and closed it behind him without a word.

  Chapter 16

  Daisy tidied up the room for the third time and shuffled her drawings into a presentable stack. It was unlikely that anyone would actually come into the room- they were just picking Daisy up after all- but it couldn’t hurt. Plus, Daisy had been ready for over forty-five minutes and had nothing else to do. She was too wired to sit and draw anymore.

  She’d slept pretty well- the best she had in a while, actually- after Easy had shown himself out of her room. She was only mildly irritated by his sudden departure for a few minutes before she drifted off, head heavy on the too-thin pillow. She couldn’t deny he’d given her exactly what she’d wanted, but he could have at least said good night on his way out. This morning, though, she was more concerned about going shopping with the girls than Easy’s lack of basic manners.

  Daisy only had one close friend, April, who’d taken off from Nebraska with her boyfriend just a few months before Daisy herself headed to South Dakota. April and Tiny had moved to Florida, hoping to make a go of it there. They’d invited Daisy and Matt to come with them, but Matt had said he had big plans of his own. Daisy hadn’t known what they were, but she’d stuck around anyway to find out.

  Friendship with April had consisted mainly of her borrowing Daisy’s clothes and bitching about Tiny, but she’d been the only other girl Daisy’s age who also lived in the trailer court, and that made for a pretty firm common ground. They both understood the nature of the other.

  Daisy didn’t think any of these women would want to borrow her clothes, and bitching about men was out. Well, they could bitch about their men, if they wanted. Daisy would listen, but bitching about Easy was a no-win situation. He’d been their friend longer and that made the situation awkward. As far as they knew, though, Daisy had only had sex with him the one time at Maria’s. She was fairly certain he wouldn’t go out of his way to mention last night to them. Neither would she.

  Making new friends in her adopted home town was far more important than dishing about assholes. As far as Daisy was concerned, they were all pretty much assholes, and therefore it was pointless to complain about it.

  Sarah pulled up in her SUV, which was big enough for everyone. Daisy waved and locked the door behind her. She slid into the backseat with Tildy, who beamed at her. “Did you bring them?” she asked, though it was obvious that Daisy had a small sketchbook in her hand.

  “I did a few,” she told Tildy and handed it over.

  Tildy squealed with excitement and began looking them over.

  Abby looked wistful and patted Sarah’s arm. “Our little girl’s all grown up and getting her first tattoo!”

  Sarah laughed and c
aught Daisy’s gaze in the rearview mirror as she backed out of the parking space. “Ugh,” she said. “This place is such a shithole.”

  Daisy laughed and agreed.

  “You really leave your stuff there?” she asked. “I was always afraid someone would steal it.”

  Daisy shrugged. “I don’t have anything worth stealing,” she replied. “Just some old underwear and colored pencils.”

  Abby laughed. “We can take care of the underwear today. There’s a great shop downtown.”

  Sarah put the SUV in drive but paused with her foot on the brake. She reached across Abby and extended her middle finger. Tildy gasped. Daisy followed Sarah’s glare to the old woman who ran the motel. She was standing in the doorway, cig hanging from her lips, and looked like she wanted to return the bird but couldn’t muster the energy.

  Sarah didn’t wait for a response and instead turned out of the lot and onto the road. “I never liked her,” she declared, stomping on the gas. “She accused me of hooking. Right in front of Chris! Called him a john and said I owed her twenty bucks for taking him to my room.”

  “She did the same to me,” Daisy confided. “Except it was ten.”

  Tildy patted her leg. “I’d pay twenty for you.”

  Sarah and Abby burst into laughter. Tildy turned red and scooted down into her seat. “That’s not what I meant.”

  “So, we’ll do lunch,” Sarah announced, “and then we’ll do some shopping downtown.”

  Daisy was a little concerned that she didn’t have a lot of money to waste in a fancy restaurant, but Sarah surprised her by parking the SUV in a side lot and walking them to a Mexican place with tables on the sidewalk. Daisy breathed a silent sigh of relief when she quickly flipped the menu open and peeked inside. The prices were reasonable.

  “This place is amazing!” Sarah told her. “They give you enough to feed a horse! And the drinks are insane.”