“Yes, and I completely deserve a spa day. I’m thinking about going tomorrow, letting all my stresses float away, get rubbed down by some hot macho man, get a facial…”
“I can give you a facial, Babygirl. I can rub you down…” I grab her pussy and rub over her erect little nub. “Like this.”
“Mmmhmmm,” she moans, her body squirming in my arms.
“But you’re not goin’ tomorrow. I was gonna ask you if you’d come to a family barbeque with me. We’d have to drive a bit, but my ma is really hassling me about showin’ up to this one, and I want you to come, Babygirl.”
“Ohhh, I’m gonna comeeee,” she grabs my hand, taking my thumb and sticking it in her mouth. She sucks hard; I could come in my pants right now. Damn this woman, and the nasty little tricks she has up her sleeve. I toss her onto the bed, ripping her mini skirt and panties down her legs. She makes her way down to me, wraps her little hand around my cock, and strokes, her thumb rubs the tip where precum is pooling for her. Jesus Christ, I was ready to blow a load when her lips were wrapped around my thumb. She’s a minx, and she knows it.
“Daisy, up,” I tell her, and she complies, rising to her knees. I look her silhouette over in the dark, thinking of my lovely girl. My hand travels to her ass, cupping, squeezing it firmly. “Leg.” She knows exactly what to do. She lifts her right leg, I grab it with my arm and move right against her. My cock is brushing against her soaking wet lips.
I hold onto her tightly, bringing my hand up and swinging it down until I hear the slap of my hand on her ass. She groans. You’d think she doesn’t like it, but she does.
I rub my shaft against her needy, little clit and slide further against her lips. She’s even wetter than she was before.
“Ollie,” she whines, wrapping her arms around my shoulders. I position myself up against her entrance and make one long thrust inside her. Fuck, she’s tight. I place my palm against her clit and rub as I make hard strokes inside her I want her to come; to come really fuckin’ hard.
“OH MY goddd,” she groans, digging her nails into my back.
“That’s it, Babygirl, take it.” I ram into her tight little heat even harder, and her mouth goes to my shoulder, biting down hard. The combination of the bite and her cunt tightening up makes me lose it. I rub her clit hard and fast until she’s unraveling underneath me, feeling her juices sliding underneath us.
When we are between the sheets, we connect on such a level that I feel she is my redemption; my way to Heaven. But I can't help but wonder if her connection to the asshole that put her life in danger was too strong to ever break. Though, I know better than to say that to her face and stir anything up again. Kyle being back is enough trouble for her.
We both take a moment to catch our breaths. She’s beautiful, she’s always fuckin’ beautiful but like this, sated after a rough fuck, she’s breathtaking. Her chocolate brown hair in loose waves surrounding her face, those praline-infused, perky lips that I love to kiss. She gives me all of her, even after everything that happened she gives me everything.
I’m in love with her.
“You’ll come with me tomorrow?” I ask her, wanting to be sure that she’d go with me on this one. I haven’t seen my parents in a while, and going home is just stressing me out beyond belief.
“Yeah, Ollie, I’ll go with you,” she whispers, curling straight into my arms. I wrap an arm around her torso and kiss her cheek softly.
“Get some sleep, Babygirl, we’re leaving in a few hours.”
“Fuck you,” she huffs, and I can’t help but chuckle at her. That’s her; that’s the woman I love.
CHAPTER 6
Daisy
Ollie wasn’t kidding, we left a little after five in the morning. Five in the fucking morning. I told him point blank the only way I was going with him was if he lifted me up princess style and carried me out to his bike, and he did. But he didn’t tell me we weren’t taking the bike. He’d just bought a brand-new Dodge RAM, and it was loaded with the latest and greatest of everything. He opened the passenger side door, slid me in and went onto his side. “You’re just lucky no one saw me doin’ that with you.”
“Oh please, I’d just tell them ya were too scaredy-cat to face your momma,” I told him, and it was true. He’s too scared to go back alone. Here’s the thing though, Ollie’s never really told me about his family life.
I can tell there’s a shitload of tension, though; I’d have to be blind not to notice that. I know a few things, and most of them are silly except for knowing that he lived outside of Atlanta. Otherwise, he’s a complete mystery.
It’s funny, the man knows everything about me, and yet I only know a few things about him.
“What did you tell everyone anyway?” I ask him. We still haven’t told anyone that we’re together. It’s both aggravating and frustrating. I want to tell everyone because Kyle’s back and it’s going to happen sooner or later; I just want it off our chests. We’ve been doing this for so long, and there’s really no point to keep it a secret anymore.
“I told ‘em you were coming to my family shit with me to distract my mother.” He laughs at the last bit. I can’t help but roll my eyes and laugh with him. The man cracks me up. Really, he does.
The thing he doesn’t tell me, is how long it will take us to drive from Gainesville to Atlanta. Sure, the GPS says one thing, but the traffic around Atlanta is no joke. We pull off the main road, travel another twenty minutes, and the next thing I know, we are pulling down a tree lined driveway.
I can’t stop looking at the view that surrounded me. On both sides of the driveway are horses – and I’m not talkin’ ugly horses. These are thoroughbreds. He drives further up the driveway until I am lookin’ at the most beautiful house I’d ever seen.
“That’s it. We’re on Southern Charm right now. Is Shep your brother? Please tell me he is!”
“Shepherd Rose is not my fuckin’ brother. Plus, wrong city, sweetheart. That’s Charleston, this is A-T-L.”
“And you told me you never watch that ‘stupid fuckin’ shit’” I giggle, quoting his exact words.
“You only have it on all the damn time Dais’, ‘course I’m gonna know who’s who,” he grumbles. I laugh and look at everything again. I’m amazed and shocked.
The house is beautiful. It’s a classical Georgian Plantation house with ivy vines traveling up it beautifully. If I look to both sides of the home, I see more fencing and more horses. I don’t know a lick about Ollie’s upbringing, but to a girl from the west side of Baltimore – which is the ghetto, this looks damn good.
“You never told me you were some white-collar boy,” I muttered.
“Did it ever matter?” he asks. No, it didn’t. He takes a deep breath in, and I can tell as he’s parking the truck that something’s wrong.
“Ollie, what is it?”
“You’ll see, Babygirl. You’ll see.” I roll my eyes at him. We’re partners there’s no “you’ll see” bullshit.
“Tell me now, you big red-headed ox!”
“Starting the couples banter already, Ma will love that.”
“Damn, Oliver, what the hell, just tell me what’s got a stick up your damn ass,” I snap. He runs his hands over his buzzed hair. After a moment, he turns to the right and looks at me. “It’s nothing, just a bit of good ol’ family tension.”
“It’s not nothing, mister. I’m not stupid. You haven’t been home in a while, and by a while, I mean over a year. You came home right after….” I shake my head at the memory. It was my weakest that day. I screamed and yelled at him, telling him I didn’t need him. I said things that he knew I didn’t mean. The day he came back to the club I apologized over and over – he knew that loss had crippled me, it still does. “Well, you know. What’s got you so worked up about being here?”
“My father. Not gonna get into that right now baby. Ma’s just spotted us, and she’s bringin’ the welcoming committee.” I glance up to see a short red-haired woman darting out the front doo
r, clapping her hands together. Behind her was two girls; they had to be teenagers still.
“Game face, baby, you’ll need it” He grumbles as he jumped out of his side of the truck. Instead of opening my side, he pulls me to him and takes me out of the truck. He grabs the duffel bag with both of our stuff. We didn’t have to pack much since we were just staying here for one night.
“Oliver! Oliver! Oh, my big boy, how much you’ve grown!” The woman comes around the front of the truck and hugs Ollie. She only comes up to right above his navel. How that woman bore this ox, I have no idea.
She smiles wide, and the next thing I know, she grabs Ollie’s cheek and tugs, bringing his face down to hers. “Why on God’s green Earth did you not tell me you were bringing a woman!?”
I laugh. I can’t help it. I’m looking at six foot six Seamus being taken down by someone who must be a direct relative to a leprechaun.
“Jesus, Ma! Stop it would ya?” he snaps out, but she tugs harder.
“I will not stop it. It’s not every day my Oliver brings a lady home, and I want to know exactly who she is.”
I smile at the spitfire that is Ollie’s mom, instantly knowing that I will love her. “Hi, Mrs. Virts. I’m Daisy, Daisy Brown.” I stick out a hand to greet her, and she slaps it away, letting go of Ollie and gives me a full-force hug. “Hand shaking? No, honey, I hug family!”
Over the next hour I find out a bit about Ollie, or Oliver, as everyone calls him here. He has two younger sisters, Brianna and Amber, who are eighteen and fifteen. Brianna’s on her way to college, and the funny thing is that she’s going to Coastal Carolina. I immediately tell her about my sister, Isha. I go far enough to give her Isha’s cell phone number in the hopes that they’ll end up being close friends. We’ll see, but it never hurts to try.
Even though everything is going well with me and Ollie’s family, especially his sisters and mom – I can tell that nothing is going well for him. He’s good at hiding when he’s uncomfortable, but I can read him, and he’s stressing the hell out. He said that there was some sort of family tension, but I’m wondering what it is, because there’s no way his father can be horrible. I’m staring right at his mom and sisters, and they’re amazing.
“Well, the party’s gonna start in a bit. You two ought’ to go upstairs and freshen up,” Alice tells us. I nod and follow Ollie as he walks up the stairwell. I still can’t believe a man like him grew up in a place like this. I’m just remembering the countless times I’ve had to help him get up after a drunken night with the boys, hell, I remember when he wasn’t with me and how much of a slob he was. He still is, but there’s a big difference now: he used to have condoms and empty bottles of Jack hangin’ around.
“You coming? Or are you gonna daydream in LaLa Land forever?” he growls, I follow him into the door that he opens. It seems like today will be full of surprises. His entire room is flooded with football shit. He’s got trophies, jersey’s, etc., etc.
“You know, you could be a little nicer to me. I know you’re stressing out, but I’m here, we’ll be fine, and what’re you even stressin’ for? Your family is great.”
“You haven’t met my father, sweetheart.” He takes off his shirt and pants, grabbing a nice pair of Khaki’s and a polo shirt. I laugh hard at him. Never, once, would I imagine him in that.
“Laugh while ya can, I won’t be in this shit again until we come to the next one.” I giggle at his comment, walking straight into his arms and standing up on my tippy toes, trying to reach his lips. He meets me, kissing me softly.
“I don’t know what happened between you and your Pops, but it’s gonna be okay, I’m here with you. Don’t you stress about any of it, okay?” I mumble.
He nods, pressing a kiss to my forehead before he goes to our bag and rummages through it. The man laughs, and I mean laughs hard as he pulls the three dress options I had picked for today’s barbeque, and let me be honest, I had no idea how prim and proper this was until I pulled into the driveway. They aren’t so slutty, but they aren’t khaki wearing, barbeque-y attire either.
“You seriously thought these were okay to wear to a barbeque?” His voice isn’t filled with comedic relief like I thought it’d be. I mean, I find the situation hysterical, but then again, this is his fault.
“This isn’t the club, and it sure as hell isn’t the west side of Baltimore” He is being a dick, a total, complete, dick. “Everyone here would think you were a slut wearing these rags.” He huffs, tossing them at me.
“They’d be thinking right then, I’m just a fucking whore, so really why’re we gonna cover up what I really am, huh?!” I snap, tossing the dresses back at him. I look at the three dresses, and while they aren’t prim and proper, they also aren’t slut central, either. I have a red dress with a deep V in the front, a white with a tad of see through mesh through the midsection, and lastly, a mint green that was backless.
“Shit. Fuck,” he mutters, rubbing his hand across his face. I still don’t understand what the hell is going on with him, but I don’t like it one bit.
He darts out of his room and leaves me standing there. I hear him yell Brianna’s name, and then he comes back a few minutes, later holding a black dress. I don’t say one word to him as I slide it on and zip it up.
CHAPTER 7
Daisy
“Honey, you look like you’re dressed for a funeral.” Alice giggles as she comes up to me, wrapping her arm around my waist.
“I am, and it happens to be your son’s,” I grumble. Alice breaks out into intense laughter, and for a second, I laugh with her. “I’m sorry. He just has a way of pissing me off.”
Alice giggles yet again. “Oh, honey, he gets that from his father. I’ll tell you, it doesn’t get better. My husband has driven me insane for the last thirty-five years, and when Oliver was born, I had two of them. Two men who drove me crazy!” I can imagine exactly how she felt, how much that boy had driven her crazy over the years.
“Have you met Oliver’s father?” I shake my head, and the next thing I know, I am face to face with his Pops, and there was no denying this is his father. It is like staring into an older carbon copy version of Ollie with jet black hair. He’s sitting in a luxurious lawn chair, not even standing to greet me. Alice introduces us, and truthfully, I don’t think that he is very happy I am here.
“Funny, I see his bimbo before I see him,” the man comments, and my mouth drops open in shock.
Alice smacks him on the chest, “You’d better apologize right now to Daisy. How dare you!”
His eyes meet with mine, and he says nothing. Instead, he takes a sip of his beer and maintains eye contact. “What are you, a club whore? Isn’t that what they call them, those girls who go around sucking all their cocks in the hopes to land one of the main boys?”
Alice is chastising her husband, and I just stand there with a smile on my face. If he thinks that calling me a bimbo, or comparing me to a club whore, would do anything to phase me, it won’t.
“Never could understand how he’d give up all this to become what he is; only makes sense that he’s with a ratty little slut that the club provided for him.” He hands me his beer. “I need a refill darling, you can do that for me, can’t you?”
He doesn’t give me an empty beer; he gives me a half empty beer, or half full, if you look at it that way. I make up my mind. I smile as I pour it over his head. Alice doesn’t do a thing. I notice how others stare from around us.
“You don’t know me, Mr. Virts. I’m not a bimbo, a club whore, or a ratty little slut. My name is Daisy, and I’m dating your son. I deserve respect, the same respect I’m giving you.”
I walk away from Mr. Virts with a beer in hand, tossing it in the trash bin as soon as I see it. Ollie is talking to a man. I decide to strut on up and do, wrapping my arm around his waist.
“That was a fun night.” The man laughs, and his eyes fall directly to me. I watch as his gaze goes up and down my body. “Please tell me this isn’t Daisy, cuz damn, I wanna
take this little Georgia Peach back to my penthouse.”
“You know, normally, men buy me a drink before telling me they want to fuck me,” I tell the man, and he breaks out into laughter.
Ollie shoves at the man, then looks back over to me, “This is my girl alright.” he plants a soft kiss on my lips, one that I melt straight into.
“Baby, this is Logan Steele. You might have seen him around the club a couple times.” I look over Logan again, trying to recall when I may have seen him, and I had. He’s the hot gunrunner; he’s the guy, the one where the club gets all our weapons from.
“You’re Hottie!” I tell him. “The girls at the club loooove when you come around. You’re the spanker and into bondage, right?” Logan cracks up laughing, and Ollie joins in with him.
“I love it how you just openly bring up bondage and spankings at a barbeque. But no, that’s my twin brother Jordan, and from what I know, my brother Christian is into that shit too. I’ll send him up on the next run.”
“There’s no filtering what comes outta this mouth,” I tell them both.
They both laugh with me, and then Ollie goes into the story of Logan and how they know each other. “Logan and I have known each other since we were kids. My dad’s the company lawyer for his business. We go way back.” I listen and listen as Ollie tells me everything there is to know about this Logan Steele. As I listen to him, I can’t help but think how this man doesn’t breathe an inch of gun runner. He’s the kinda guy that you bring home to your momma and she immediately wants you to marry him. He can’t look more cut and clean than he already does, and I’m guessin’ that’s why he hasn’t gotten caught yet.
“You need to stop this, now!” The three of us turn to see Alice yelling at Sea’s dad. He sees Sea and comes charging right up to us. I don’t know what prompts me to grab Sea’s hand the way I do, but I do, rubbing his palm as soothingly as I can. Maybe I can somehow sense the bad energy that is coming straight for us.
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