by Evelyn Glass
“Good morning,” Daisy whispered before kissing him more fully. She’d slept like a stone last night, incredibly relaxed and warm in Dix’s arms. She didn’t know the time as no clock was visible, but no matter the time, she wanted him. Last night she’d been awash in emotions and confusion about how, and what, she felt, but she woke with new clarity. She didn’t love Dixon Montague, but she damn sure wanted him. She wanted him making love to her night after night, making her feel alive and wanted in a way she never felt before.
“What time is it?”
“Time for you to get up,” she teased as she began to kiss down his body. He tugged at her gently, but she shrugged him off as she continued lower. “I want to,” she purred, her lips never still as her fingers caressed. He hissed quietly as she softly dragged her fingernails over his balls, the sound making her womanhood clinch in need and anticipation. She’d long suspected there was more to sex than she’d experienced with Leo, and being here with Dix had proven her right. She smiled, delighting in his pleasure, enjoying the giving of pleasure and the giving of herself, rather than having pleasure taken from her.
As her mouth closed over him, he reached for her but she moved her body away, looking at him as she slowly drew him into her mouth, then with exquisite slowness, pulled back. He reached for her again, but she blocked him, smiling at him as she shook her head no, holding his eyes until he relaxed.
She took him into her mouth again, forcing herself down, taking him as deep as possible.
He growled, low and deep, forcing his hips up before throwing his head back as he gasped then hissed. “Fuck,” he murmured as she backed off, but then she plunged down again, his soft bark of pleasure making her blood run fast and hot. “Fuck,” he grated after many long moments, his voice ragged and strained. “I’m going to come. Stop, you’re going to make me come.”
His begging for her to stop made her feel wild and free. She’d always felt used before, as if her own pleasure didn’t matter, but she wanted Dix to come; she wanted to drive him to the peak of pleasure. She forced him deep again, working him into her mouth before pulling back and pinching her lips tight and battering his cock with her tongue as she dragged her nails across his chest.
“I’m going to come, Daisy. I can’t hold it,” he gasped as she plunged him into her mouth once more, holding him deep as he growled softly. He placed his hands lightly on her head, holding her there as he hissed in erotic torment.
As his hands pressed her down she felt a sudden rush of fear, but quickly realized his touch was gentle and she could easily force herself back against his pull. His gentleness enflamed her, making her feel desired yet safe, wanted as a lover but for more than physical pleasure. He grunted, his hands tightening only slightly as he spilled his essence into her mouth.
She pulled back, smiling at him as he panted. “You liked that?” she asked as a small smiled tugged at her lip.
He nodded slowly, a smile playing at his own lips as he waited for her to rise up to kiss him. As she did he lunged at her, wrapping her up in his arm and tumbling over her as she squealed in surprise. “But now…it’s your turn.”
Her heart nearly stopped when he grabbed her and forced her to the bed, afraid he was going to force himself on her or otherwise hurt her, but she instantly relaxed as he paused and smiled down at her while growling playfully. He brought his lips to hers in a slow and sensual kiss before he began to kiss down her body.
He needed a moment to recover from his orgasm and he could think of no better way to spend the time than making her squirm. He moved from her lips, kissing along her jaw as her head tipped back, her hand coming to the back of his head. He continued slowly, nuzzling under her ear where she moaned softly and he made note of the sweet spot she enjoyed. He hovered there, kissing her slowly before he moved on, his lips caressing down her neck and along her collar. When he reached the hollow of her throat and she gasped, and he smiled, but continued on. She’d done the same the previous night, and he again made note of the spot she seemed to like above others.
Dix seemed able to find all the spots that sent shivers racing through her, spots she didn’t know she had. She wanted him to linger under her ear and the base of her throat, to wind her tight until she snapped, but he moved on, kissing down the valley of her breasts before he began to tease her nipples to aching hardness with his tongue.
As he teased her breasts he slowly drew a finger though her wetness, smiling as a hard shiver passed through her. “Oh, God, that feels good,” she breathed, one hand on his head to hold his mouth to her breast, the other covering his hand as his finger teased and tickled. He was back to full hardness, her slow writhes and gasps keeping him hard and ready, but he wasn’t done teasing her, enjoying the play far too much to be rushed. He continued to enjoy her breasts for several long moments, then began kissing down her stomach as he slid lower into the bed.
He already had her on edge and as he approached her womanhood she began to twist and squirm in anticipation of the pleasures to come. With his first soft kiss, she drew her legs up and reached over her head to grip the pillow tight, her face twisting in pleasure as she pulled hard against the bolster and turned her face into her arm.
Dix watched as Daisy twisted, her face buried in her arm as she reached over her head, her sumptuous breasts pulled taut in what had to be the sexiest position he’d ever seen. He began to press her, his tongue and lips touching and tugging as he slowly lapped at her. With a groan she rolled slightly to her side as a leg surrounded his head and pulled him in harder.
She gasped as a finger slid into her wetness, another source of pleasure as he stroked at her, his finger hitting her just right. She was alive with pleasure, her skin burning as if she were in the hot summer sun.
He slowly curled his finger inside her, making her jerk and gasp, moaning loud and long as she bucked and writhed, her leg tightening down, her heel digging into his back with painful hardness, but he didn’t care. She was spooling up to what appeared to be a brain-melting orgasm and he wanted to give it to her.
She was burning, her need consuming her unlike anything she had ever experienced. She began to shake as a long hard moan escaped her, her orgasm overwhelming her. She jerked hard, pulling at the pillow as her body tried to fold in on itself, every muscle straining and threatening to rip her apart. With a soft wail of completion, the full force of her orgasm washed over her as she twisted violently, her body no longer hers to control.
He moved with her, afraid she’d hurt herself as she twisted and grunted, twisting onto her side as she spasmed. He wrapped her up, forcing her legs up and back and surrounding her hips with his arms as he continued to batter her with his tongue. As she writhed her hands traveled her body, her fingers splayed wide and taunt, a display so unconsciously sexy he could feel his own orgasm trying to form as he fought against her thrashing, trying to force her orgasm on.
“Fuck! Stop!” she cried, slapping at him and trying to push him away. She was incandescent with pleasure, unable to accept it any longer, his tongue and lips destroying her. Then he was gone and she was free to move. She rolled full to her side and curled into a fetal position, her hands tucked between her legs as she gasped and shook until with a great gasping sigh, she relaxed as her climax finally released her. She lay still, panting in relief, grunting and twitching as aftershocks rolled through her.
He nestled in behind her, satisfied he’d given her an orgasm to remember, kissing her neck and shoulder, a finger softly caressing a nipple while she recovered.
Her body, once again, hers to control, she rolled over to face him.
“Was it good?” he asked playfully.
She smiled, lacking the strength to do more, and brought her hand to his face. “It was outstanding,” she murmured. After a moment, she pushed against him, rolling him to his back before she settled over him and covered his lips with hers. His kiss recharged her, her need returning, growing within her, warming her in ways the faint rays of the morning sun couldn�
��t. She rose upright and took him inside with a groan, his hardness sliding into her as his fingers caressed her breasts to create delicious pleasures. She settled, taking him as deeply as possible before she began to move, rocking her hips slowly as she leaned forward and placed her hands on his chest.
“You are so beautiful and sexy,” he murmured, taking her head into his hands and using his forearms to brace her body.
“You’re not so bad yourself,” she grinned.
They moved together for many long moments, speaking little, their breathing becoming harder as their pleasure rose. “Shit,” Dix snarled.
“What?” she cooed, knowing from watching his face he was battling his orgasm.
“I’m going to come again.”
“Good,” she purred, thrusting hard, trying to push him over the edge.
He growled, fighting against the encroaching pleasure but knew it was a losing battle. He twisted his hips quickly, dumping her on the bed as she yelped in surprise. “Not so fast,” he rumbled, kissing her lips until he had his fill while allowing is ardor to cool. He pulled back from the kiss and stood beside the bed, pulling her to the edge. He took her ankles into his hands and forced her legs back until they almost touched her chest as he entered her slowly.
“Oh my God…you’re so deep!” she cried as he slowly pulled out and then pushed forward again.
“You like that?” he breathed as he slowly pistoned into her.
“God…yes! Just like that,” she gasped, the change to a position she’d never experienced and his ultra-deep penetration sending her passions galloping. Twisting in pleasure as he slowly took her, her legs tried to straighten as her orgasm grew, her breathing coming in deep hard gasps. He grunted, forcing her legs back as he leaned hard into her, the muscles of his arms and chest straining in stark relief.
He strained against her push, his cock plunging into her as he struggled to control her legs while her hands tore at the linens. The strain of trying to control her as she built to her orgasm prevented him from tamping down on his own. He growled, driving into her harder, faster, trying to push her over the edge before he lost control himself.
He began to drive into her hard, fast and deep, his face twisted in feral pleasure, every muscle and sinew defined. She reached over her head, finding a pillow and holding it, straining for her release as he plunged into her.
“Come on,” he growled, his breath coming in hard pant. “Come with me.” Her legs were too strong and he couldn’t control her thrashing so he released her ankles and clamped her legs to his chest, holding her tight as he pounded into her furiously.
She keened as her orgasm poured over her, making her crackle with erotic energy. As her keen became a wail, he roared, flinging his head back as drove into her with a final deep thrust, pushing her legs back once more and going so deep, her tightly clamped legs squeezing her tight and making him feel huge inside of her.
He stood panting, trying to catch his breath as her hands came to his head, pulling him down. He allowed her legs to slip from his shoulders as he bent, taking her lips and drinking in his fill before he tumbled into the bed beside her.
She rolled over and crawled to him before collapsing beside him, deeply satisfied. His chest was still heaving from his exertions and was damp with sweat, gleaming like a god in the warm morning light. She brought her lips to his, liking how he tangled his hand in her hair and held her in the kiss. She pulled back, but as his eyes focused on hers, he smiled, and pulled her lips back to his. She went gladly, feeling wanted and cherished, so unlike her past experiences where she felt as if she’d been used for pleasure then discarded. He released her and she pulled slowly back from the kiss before settling to his side, quickly becoming comfortable. Her eyes were getting heavy and she sighed deeply, closed her eyes, and allowed her mind to wander.
CHAPTER FIFTEEN
“Daisy,” Dix murmured. “We have to get up.”
“What time is it?”
“Don’t know, but time to get up. We went back to sleep.”
She groaned and stretched. She hadn’t intended to go back to sleep, but the orange glow of the rising sun had been replaced with bright sunshine. She didn’t want to get up, she wanted to stay here and make love to Dix until she was exhausted, then sleep, then do it all again. Riley…the name popped up unbidden and her smile faded. “Yeah,” she groaned and sat up, scratching her head as the clinging tendrils of sleep faded. She sniffed, feeling guilty she’d forgotten about Riley last night and this morning. She fought off the tears by rationalizing there was nothing to be done until now. She leaned over and gave Dix a kiss.
The passion of last night and this morning was missing from the kiss and the shadow of sadness once again covered her face. “Don’t worry,” he said softly after she pulled back. “We’ll get him back.”
She nodded. “I need a bath.”
They quickly bathed and dressed. After dressing he took her by the shoulders and turned her to face him. “What’s wrong?”
“Nothing,” she said, but she couldn’t meet his eyes.
“Is it something I did?”
“No.”
“Then what?”
She looked up and met his eyes. “I feel like a terrible mother. Here I am, getting my butter churned, and I completely forgot about Riley.”
He pulled her in a warm embrace. “Don’t be silly. You have to sleep and eat. There was nothing we could do until today anyway.”
She nodded into his chest, but despite his words, the lingering guilt remained.
He continued to hold her until she began to squirm. “Let’s have some breakfast then go find these bastards,” he said as he released her. She nodded and he tipped her face up and gave her a gentle kiss. “It’s only been two days. “We’ll find him.”
“You promise?”
“I promise I won’t rest until we do.”
She nodded again, knowing that was a promise he couldn’t keep, but feeling better he gave it all the same. With a small smiled she kissed him quickly on the lips then turned and started toward the door.
***
“Dix, how are you?” Randy said as he extended his hand. West Coast Performance was their first stop of the morning.
Dix shook his hand. “Good, but we need to talk.”
Randy nodded. “Right this way. I’m sorry, I’ve forgotten your name.”
“Daisy.”
Randy snapped his fingers. “That’s right, Daisy. I must be getting old to forget the name of such a beautiful woman,” he said with a grin. “Can I get you two anything? Coffee?”
“No thanks, Randy. We just had breakfast,” Dix replied as they entered Randy’s office and shut the door.
“Uh-oh. This can’t be good,” Randy said.
“It’s not,” Dix began. “As I mentioned Saturday, the Firechrome are going to try to move into the area. The Cutthroats and the town have a pretty good relationship and it works for everyone. If the Firechrome move in…” He let the sentence dangle.
“What they typically do,” she said, taking over the narrative, “is they’ll come into town and throw a lot of money around. They’ll either try to buy out an existing business or, failing that, set one up. Then they try to drive the competitors out. They use the business as a cover for other, less legal, operations such as drugs, guns, whatever. They’ll likely start trying to charge protection money by demanding a cut of your business, and if you refuse to pay it, you’ll see a rise in vandalism and theft.”
“How do you know all this?” Randy asked her when she paused.
“I used to be married to one, remember? He liked to brag about how they’d do just what I described. They don’t have to make money on the business because they’re making it on the drugs until they have pushed everyone else out.”
Randy’s face hardened. “And you think they have targeted me as the takeover?”
Dix shrugged. “Makes sense. You’re the biggest of the three shops in town. If you fall, the other two won’
t be far behind.”
“I’m not selling. I built this business from nothing and I’ll be damned if a bunch of thugs are going to take it away from me.”
“I’m glad you feel that way. When we’re done here, I’m visiting Steve and Greg, and telling them the same thing. We don’t want the Firechrome in town, and we don’t want the guns, drugs, and violence that follow them. We have a plan to deal with them, but it all depends on you three hanging tough and trusting us.”
“What’s the plan?”
“A united front. They need a toehold, and I think it’s obvious they’re targeting the speed shops. Makes sense because unlike a restaurant or motel, the clientele is self-selecting. Anyway, if you, Steve and Greg refuse to budge, and I mean a total freeze out, the Cutthroats will watch your backs to make sure nothing happens. We’re also passing the word in town the Firechrome aren’t welcome here, if you know what I mean.”
