by Dahlia West
“You’re right,” she told him and turned to face him. “What happened between me and your girlfriend is our business, not yours. Long as she stays the fuck away from me, I’m over it now. But I work there, that’s my job, so keep her out.”
“She’s not my girlfriend.”
“Bullshit. You showed up here to bitch at me about it, about her. She’s yours and that also means she’s your problem.”
“That’s not why I’m here and you know it.”
For one crazy moment, Daisy thought he was going to confess to her the truth about Brenda. She imagined him telling her everything, about why he hadn’t been with a woman in so long and how badly it must have hurt him to hear her say those things about him.
“So, why are you here?” she asked, challenging him.
But instead of talking, he caught her in his grasp again, taking her wrist in his hand and pulling her forward. His mouth slanted over hers. She briefly considered making him stop, forcing him to confide in her instead, but instinctively she knew he wouldn’t. If she pushed him, he’d just walk away from her, maybe to Brenda, who had clearly realized her mistake in letting him get away.
She opened her mouth and pushed her tongue inside his. He tasted like that shot of whiskey that he always had with his beer, warm and dark. She felt his hand press at the small of her back, keeping him close. His other hand grazed the front of her shirt, his calloused hands moving roughly over the fabric. He moved it lower, catching the waistband of her panties with a finger and diving inside.
As he pushed between her thighs, he pulled away from her and dragged his mouth to her ear. “Did Adam give you one ride or two?” he asked. Not waiting for a response, he dipped a finger inside her. “Just the one then,” he determined as he explored her not-yet-wet pussy.
Her body felt heavy, like she was drunk or high. He was good at this, that couldn’t be denied, but he already had too much power over her. Every time he snapped his fingers -or did something else with them- she obeyed his every command. And then he just walked away. She grabbed his wrist and pulled his hand out of her underwear. He was surprised but didn’t argue.
“You’re going to give me one,” she informed him.
He cocked his head and looked down at her. “I am?”
She hooked the leg of the chair nearest to him with her foot and pulled it forward. She grabbed a handful of his shirt and shoved him backwards. “Sit,” she demanded and felt a thrill of victory when he complied. Daisy stood in front of him and nudged his knees apart. She grasped the hem of her t-shirt and pulled it over her head. Her damp hair fell across her shoulders and her nipples puckered and tightened when exposed to the cool air of the room.
Easy reached for her and ran his thumbs over her hardened nubs. His hands were rough but they’d never bothered her. That was what a real man should feel like, she thought, rough and hard but not use any of that to hurt their woman. “Nice panties,” he told her, gazing at them appreciatively.
“They’re new,” she said with a smirk and hooked her thumbs into them.
Easy watched her wiggle her ass and tug them down slowly. Daisy enjoyed the idea that she was making him desperate for once, instead of the other way around. She pushed the black thong aside with a toe and stood in front of him without a stitch on.
“Ready for a pole dance?” she asked, eyeing the tent in his pants.
He unbuckled his belt and unzipped his fly, releasing his thick erection. It sat heavy in his lap as he pulled a condom out of his front pocket. Daisy watched him roll it on and was slightly dismayed to discover that she was just as eager for this as she wanted him to be. The heaviness in her breasts and lower belly told her that in just a few seconds, she was going to be beyond caring that she’d lost yet another round.
She spread her legs and slowly lowered herself over him. The tip of his cock hit her clit, making her gasp, then found its way toward her center. The condom was lubricated enough to get him inside, the familiar stretch and burn was heightened by the fact that she wasn’t quite ready for him yet. She slid down anyway, enjoying the sensation of being filled up. His hands were on his thighs and he cupped her ass as she seated herself in his lap.
“Oh, God, girl,” he half-groaned.
She squeezed her pussy in response. “Daisy,” she told him.
“Daisy,” he whispered and closed his eyes.
She planted the bare soles of her feet on the carpet and pushed herself up. The hard length of him dragging against the walls of her pussy. When she got to the head, she sat back down, just as slowly. With her hands on his shoulders, she arched her back and he took the hint immediately. He drew a nipple into his mouth and slid his tongue over it. Daisy ran her hands over his short hair, her fingernails grazing his scalp lightly. She silently lamented he didn’t have more to hold on to as she pushed his head closer. His hot mouth sealed over her breast and he bit her gently.
Daisy rocked her hips into him, fucking him harder, driving her nipple further into his mouth and his cock all the way into her pussy. It felt like he was all over her, covering her. His fingers dug into her ass as he pulled her closer. It was a delicious kind of pain, and she moaned encouragingly.
She felt that wave of euphoria starting to rise, her orgasm just out of reach. Easy must have sensed it too, because he dragged his mouth away from her breast. “Fucking come, Daisy,” he rasped. “Tighten up that hot, little pussy for me.”
Daisy’s wetness had puddled around them, mixing with their sweat and slicking their thighs. Effortlessly she rose up, feeling that empty ache as he left her channel, and plunged back down again, giving them both what they needed. The wave finally overtook her and she lifted her feet to feel all of him inside her at that moment. The ache in her pussy subsided as came, around him and on him, flooding them both with more of her juices. She squeezed over and over, milking him thoroughly after she felt the first jerk of his cock inside her.
She rested her head on his shoulder, gasping for breath. Easy wrapped his arms around her and pulled her close, cock still inside her, throbbing occasionally. When she felt her legs would hold her, she stood up and moved away from him. Her clothes were strewn about the room and she set about getting herself dressed again as he disposed of the condom.
As she pulled her shirt back down over her head, there was a sharp knock at the door. Easy was buckling his belt as he strode toward the door. “Jesus Christ,” he muttered and glanced at Daisy who was stepping back into her panties. “How many people go through here every day?” he asked, grasping the knob.
“That’s exactly what I want to know.”
Daisy looked up to see the old hag who ran the place standing in the doorway. She scowled right back at the woman and snatched a pair of shorts off the bed.
“What do you want?” Daisy snapped, though she knew very well why the woman was here.
“Got a lot of men traipsing through here,” the old woman replied.
Easy shot Daisy a look and Daisy glared at him. “Just you and Adam,” she assured him. “Adam didn’t even come in tonight,” she told the old woman, “and you damn well know it.”
The old lady jerked her head at Easy. “Where’s my cut for this one?”
Before Daisy could respond, Easy laughed sharply. “Woman, do I look like I pay for pussy?”
She smirked at him. “Maybe you’re a freak.”
“Maybe you’re a freak!” Daisy shot back. “How long were you standing outside that door?! Ew.”
“I’m not giving you shit,” Easy told the woman. “She’s my girlfriend.”
It was hard to tell who was more shocked by this declaration, the hag or Daisy, but Daisy felt certain they both looked a bit stunned.
“Keep giving her shit,” he said, “and my friend Caleb can come over. You might remember Caleb. About this high,” he said, raising his hand. “Dark hair, shiny badge.”
The woman turned and huffed off down the sidewalk. Easy jerked the door the rest of the way open.
“Bitch,” Daisy mumbled.
“She tried that shit with Sarah, too.” He adjusted his clothes and ran and hand through his hair. “Anyway, she won’t bother you now. Long as you don’t have anyone else in your room.”
Daisy’s breath caught a little. Was he telling her they were exclusive? Did he really mean it when he said-?
“If Adam keeps showing up, she’s not gonna buy that girlfriend line.”
Daisy felt her hopes deflate but was determined not to let it show. “Yeah. Thanks,” she said.
He nodded to her and left the room, shutting the door behind him. Daisy kicked the chair they’d just fucked in and it toppled over onto the floor. “Idiot,” she muttered.
Chapter 21
Daisy’s phone rang again and she sighed as she checked the caller ID. Settling down in Rapid City was all well and good, but she couldn’t go on pretending that Delay and the people in it didn’t exist anymore. She tapped the screen and brought the phone to her ear.
“What do you want?” she asked, deciding that it was best to just cut through the bullshit.
“Hey, Daisy,” came Matt’s voice through the phone. “How are you doing?”
“Fine,” she said while stuffing one foot into a cowboy boot.
“So, are you really staying there? In South Dakota?”
“Yeah. I like it here.”
“You’re not... you’re not hooked up with one of them bikers or anything, are you?”
It was hard to tell if he was really concerned about her. It was possible, though, considering the fact that the first -and last- group of one percenters Matt had run into had beaten the shit out of him. It wasn’t hard to imagine what guys like that would do to a girl like Daisy.
Daisy had to admit she’d also had an unrealistic idea of outlaw MC’s before they’d arrived in Sturgis. To Daisy, they’d just been cowboys on steel horses and though it was obvious they weren’t exactly law abiding citizens, she hadn’t taken the time to consider what that really meant.
When Matt had stumbled back to their motel room with a swollen eye, a busted lip, and a broken nose, she’d had to reconsider what it would mean to be someone’s old lady. She would’ve been Matt’s old lady, if as he’d planned, he’d been accepted into whichever gang at the rally had impressed them the most. Daisy hadn’t known a damn thing about how someone actually got into an MC. Matt had apparently had his own ideas about it. Once they’d checked into their motel room, he’d unzipped a bag of freshly cooked meth. Daisy had gone apeshit. Drug dealing was far beyond anything she was comfortable with.
Matt assured her he’d trade the crystal for a place in a gang and Daisy, though not happy about it, believed him. He’d come back quite a bit worse for the wear and relieved of all his ‘product’. When she said “I told you so,” Matt had slugged her and left her in Sturgis.
“No,” she told him. “I didn’t hook up with anyone in an MC.”
“Well, when are you coming home?”
She scoffed. “Never, Matt. This is home.”
“Oh, bullshit,” he replied. “Who do you even know there? I’m not there. April’s not there.”
“April’s in Florida.”
“They’re coming back,” he told her. “Tiny couldn’t find work. Your mom’s here, too. So, come home.”
“I’m not coming back, Matt. I’m done with Delay. And I’m done with you.”
“None of that was my fault! And anyway, you’re the one who kept on about joining an MC. Life on the road and all that shit! That was all you!”
“Well, I didn’t tell you to cook up some meth!” she argued. “I told you to stay away from that shit!”
“I wasn’t using it! I was going to sell it!”
“That’s not any better! And you’re going to end up in jail, Matt. You can’t-”
“I don’t sell it, either,” he said quietly. “Believe me. I learned my lesson. So just come home. I’ve got some things going and-”
“What things?” she demanded. “If you’re not selling drugs, then what?”
“I took a job at the plant.”
A heavy silence hung between them and despite everything, Daisy still felt sorry for him. Matt had been determined not to end up like his old man, wasting away at the plant until his bad knees and messed up shoulder had put him on disability. Since she’d known Matt, the topic of most conversations was how to get the hell out of Delay. That he’d taken a job at the plant meant he’d given up on ever leaving.
“I can’t, Matt. There’s just no way.”
“Why not?” he argued. “What the hell do you have going on there that’s so great?”
“I have to go,” she told him.
“Go where?”
“Out. With friends.”
“What friends? You hooked up with some asshole?”
Daisy sighed. Honestly, that was the long and the short of it. She was hooked up with someone. And usually he was an asshole. “Bye, Matt,” she said and disconnected the call.
Hawk’s truck pulled into the parking space just outside her room and she went out to greet them. Tildy moved closer to Hawk so Daisy could fit.
“How’s your ink?” Daisy asked.
“The scab’s nearly gone.”
“Don’t pick at it,” Daisy advised.
Tildy shook her head. “I won’t,” she said and leaned back in the seat. “This week has been so crazy. My dress came in. Along with Sarah’s. It’s been murder trying to find a tux that would fit Hawk.”
Daisy grinned. “I believe it,” she said glancing at the large man. “He doesn’t seem like the tux type.”
Hawk grunted, but kept his eyes on the road. “Only for her.”
“He looks so good in it, though,” Tildy insisted.
“I believe that, too.”
“Abby’s got the ballroom ready and the menu is all sorted out.”
“You’re having it at her hotel? Fancy.”
“Well, she’s giving us a break,” Tildy explained. “Otherwise we could never afford it.”
Daisy frowned. “So, your folks aren’t helping out?”
It was obvious to anyone with eyes that Tildy came from money. Everything from the way she spoke to the way she accessorized her outfits, said she was high class. She never wore a lot of expensive jewelry, but there was always a scarf or a matching handbag.
Tildy was quiet for a moment, then shook her head. “No. They don’t even know. We haven’t talked in a long time.”
“What’s a long time?”
“About six months.”
Daisy whistled. That was almost as long as she’d gone without speaking to her own mother.
“I don’t know how it’ll all work out,” Tildy said. “I decided not to invite them to the wedding.” She looked impossibly sad and Daisy couldn’t feel anything but sorry for her. “I don’t know what would hurt more, them not coming, or coming and putting me down. Or Hawk. I won’t let them insult him.”
The large man said nothing but patted her knee gently. He pulled into Shooter and Sarah’s driveway and killed the engine.
“Where are you going on your honeymoon?” Daisy asked as she climbed out.
“New Mexico,” Tildy replied, shutting the door behind her.
Daisy raised an eyebrow. “New Mexico? Not even Mexico Mexico?”
Tildy grinned. “The woman who raised me lives there. I haven’t seen her in a while. And Hawk doesn’t mind.”
“Wasn’t planning on letting her leave the hotel room much anyway,” he told both of them. “Desert seems as good a place as any with a view.”
Tildy giggled and slapped his arm. When they entered the house, Daisy saw a blur of white streaking down the stairs. The Sullivan’s cat clawed her way up Hawk’s leg. Daisy winced in empathy, but the man didn’t even flinch. The cat nestled into the crook of his arm and purred loudly.
“I don’t know how a deaf cat always seems to know we’re here,” Tildy told Daisy. “But she always does.”
“She sm
ells him,” Caleb replied from across the room.
Hawk flipped him off as he sat down.
Daisy noticed Easy sitting in an armchair, but only spared him a furtive glance. She didn’t really know where she stood with him.
“So?” Abby prompted. “Did you get the dress?”
Tildy beamed and nodded. “It’s amazing!”
“Totally agree. You’ll look great in it.”
“I feel like I need more time,” Tildy said, then caught her breath as everyone looked at her. “To plan!” she clarified. “I mean everything’s ready, the food, the flowers, the invitations... Oh!” She whirled on Daisy and grabbed her arm. “I sent out the invitations before you came to town. You’re coming, right?”
“Um...” Daisy blinked at her. “To your wedding? I don’t... I mean, I don’t even know when it is or-”
“It’s in two weeks. And you don’t need a date or anything.”
Without meaning to, Daisy glanced at Easy, who immediately looked away. Well, there was an answer of sorts about where they stood.
Tildy seemed to realize her mistake and hurriedly tried to fix it. “I-”
“I don’t have a dress,” said Daisy, interrupting her before things got any worse. “And I can’t really afford one,” she added.
Daisy had never been to a wedding, but it stood to reason that if it was being held at a fancy hotel, a fancy dress was required, and that would cost about as much as she’d earned so far.
“We’re about the same size,” Tildy pointed out. “You can borrow one of mine.”
That only left the matter of a gift. Daisy sighed inwardly and vowed to figure out something. “Okay.”
Tildy hugged her tightly, then pulled her into the next room. “Teach me how to win at poker,” she said. “Abby and Sarah have tried.”
“No luck?” Daisy asked.
Tildy made a face and shook her head.
“Here, sit next to me,” Daisy said, and pulled out two chairs.
Shooter grimaced as he sat down. “I thought we said no more women.”
“We always say that,” Tex reminded him. “But they’re so damn cute...”
