Daisy and the Dead | The Complete Series | Books 1-6

by Bale, Sarah

  “Follow him. And don’t get any bright ideas,” I ordered Lester.

  We followed Grey toward the new building. Lester’s steps faltered as he walked in between Grey and I, but he didn’t try to run. The door was open and I could see it was full of goods.

  “Care to explain?”

  Lester broke like a dam. “It’s not what it looks like, Boss. Smith has been stopping by, threatening us. He said if we didn’t get him supplies that he would kill us. He said he was here on Wyatt’s orders.”

  “And you just did it? Gave in without contacting me?”

  He nodded.

  “Grey, what do you think?”

  Grey crossed his massive arms and stroked his beard. “I think this prick is lying.”

  “What? No! I’m not!”

  Grey went on, “I talked to several people, including a very pretty redhead.”

  Lester stilled, eyes growing big.

  “And she said that Lester-boy was the one reaching out to Smith. Said he was tired of bowing to some pretty boy like you, Boss.”

  My jaw clenched. Lester was making sounds that reminded me of a pig before it was slaughtered. It was like he could sense what was about to happen. But I’d give him one last chance.

  “Is that true?”

  “Yes. Smith is like us – he understands how things are. And Wyatt, too.”

  “Grey, see if there’s a vehicle we can use. Load up what’s good and burn the rest.”

  I grabbed Lester by the arm and dragged him behind me.

  He screamed, “What are you going to do to me?”

  I took him to the front of his house where a group had gathered, including the redhead Grey mentioned.

  “I’m hearing some disturbing things today.”

  Lester tried to say something, so I pushed him to the ground and kicked him in the stomach. He groaned and rolled around, but stilled when I aimed my pistol at his head.

  “I’m going to give you all two options here. You can stay here and serve me, or you can get the fuck out. If you decide to leave I’ll give you one hour to get as far away from here as you can. If you stay then you better be ready to prove you’re with me.”

  I pressed Lester’s head down with my boot and he screamed.

  “This pussy isn’t going to be in charge anymore. Who here feels like they can run a camp as it should be?”

  As I guessed the redhead stepped up.

  “Me,” she said. “I can.”

  “What’s your name?”

  “Kat.”

  I held back a snort. Figured.

  “Who here supports Kat being in charge and will follow and obey her under my orders?”

  Several people spoke up, including some of the men.

  “Kat, you have my blessing to run this camp. But you need to take care of your problem.”

  She pulled a knife from her belt and sent it flying before I finished speaking. It went through one of Lester’s eyeballs, killing him almost instantly.

  I whistled. “Holy shit, Kat. How long have you been waiting to do that?”

  She came forward, pulling her knife from his head. “Since he brought me here against my will.” She lowered her voice. “Thank you, Boss. You won’t regret this.”

  Somehow I didn’t think I would. I nodded.

  Kat turned to the camp. “Let’s get this place cleaned up. Starting with burning that shack down. We can do so much better than this.”

  I felt sure I was making the right decision, but only time would tell.

  Now

  Daisy didn’t scream as I floored the gas pedal. There was one more curve we had to take and then we’d be out of the hilly area. If we were lucky. I wasn’t holding my breath. Because the gas gauge was slowly trickling toward empty.

  “Are you hurt,” she questioned.

  “No. You?”

  “I’m good. I think. Can you tell if we’re being followed?”

  I’d been watching the rearview mirror since the back windows had been shot out.

  “I don’t think so. But it could have been a signal to someone ahead.”

  She bit her lip. “Is that gas I smell?”

  I took the last curve and cursed. Three trucks blocked the road and several men stood in front of them, guns drawn.

  “Fuck. This is bad.”

  Daisy inhaled sharply. “Elijah… do whatever you have to.”

  The thing was – I had no fucking idea what to do.

  10

  Then

  Grey glanced over his shoulder with a shit-eating grin on his face as we rode away. His beard almost glowed in the moonlight.

  “What’s that look for?” I asked.

  “Boss, that is one hell of a woman. I wouldn’t mind shacking up with her.”

  I laughed. “Better be careful, Grey. She looks like the type that would gut you without blinking.”

  He sighed. “I know. Would it be okay if I stop in and check on her in a few days?”

  Well, I’ll be damned. He was smitten with Kat.

  “Sure. Just make sure you come home with all your body parts.”

  He chuckled. “Will do.”

  We rode in silence and I tried to ignore the ache in my shoulder. It had been two years since the fight with Wyatt and his people, but every now and again my shoulder hurt to the point I got sick. And lifting all that junk and helping Kat start the fires had been a lot of strain on my joint.

  “Think any of the men will run to Smith?” Grey asked, breaking the silence.

  Smith was Wyatt’s second in command, though I suspected they both worked for someone else. I hadn’t been able to prove my theory, though.

  “I’m counting on it. But it’s something that’s been brewing. Guess we’ll find out in the morning.”

  We reached the gates to the hospital and entered the compound. Grey and his men waved to me as they drove toward the house they used as a clubhouse in the residential area. I parked the bike on the side of the building and entered through a back door.

  The day had gone by in a blur and I felt a pang of guilt when I realized Daisy had been on her own. But Bertha would make sure to take care of her. With each step that I took I found myself craving her body. The way she responded to me. The way she looked at me. Fuck. I wanted her.

  I entered the room, kicking the door shut. Her sweet scent filled the space around me and I realized that I smelled like smoke and gasoline. Grumbling, I went to the bathroom and jumped into the shower. I toweled off and walked back into the bedroom totally nude.

  She was lying on my side of the bed wearing my t-shirt and boxers. My cock rose, appreciating how sexy she looked.

  “Stand up and take off your clothes.”

  She shivered before standing, but her eyes were bright. She undressed in front of me and it was the most erotic thing I’d seen in a long time. I pulled her toward me and kissed her. Our tongues clashed until I needed air.

  I broke the kiss and said, “While you look fucking sexy in my clothes you should sleep naked. That’s how you’ll end up anyway.”

  She nodded and I kissed her again. But I needed more. Walking backward, I pulled her to the bed. I sat and pulled her onto my lap. My dick pressed against her stomach and she rubbed against me. I made a sound of approval and she smiled. Little tease.

  “Ah, seems Daisy learned a few tricks. Want to learn another one?”

  “Yes, Sir.” Her voice was eager.

  “Get on your knees.”

  I stroked myself, looking down at her. She was so sexy on her knees, ready to do whatever I asked.

  “I’m going to fuck your mouth and then fuck your pussy. Am I clear?”

  Her nostrils flared. “Y-yes Sir.”

  I continued to stroke myself with one hand. With the other I grasped the back of her head and urged her closer. She settled between my thighs, placing her hands on my legs to balance herself. I nodded, pleased with her willingness. She closed her eyes and reached out, tentatively touching my cock before mimicking my acti
ons.

  Fuck me. Her touch was soft and gentle, but I wanted more. Wrapping my hand around hers, I showed her when to apply pressure. She was a quick learner and soon had me thrusting against her hand. I wasn’t expecting it when she leaned forward and licked the precome off the head of my dick. And I sure as fuck wasn’t ready when she kissed my cock as if she done it before.

  I groaned deeply and wrapped her braided hair around my fist, urging her on. She continued to rub me, licking the tip like a fucking lollipop. Goddamn.

  “Pull your head back and then take more of me.” My voice was hoarse to my own ears.

  She did as I directed, breathing through her nostrils. I pushed her head forward and she gagged. I pulled back, allowing her to catch her breath before shoving her head forward again. This time she swallowed, taking my dick deep into her throat.

  I moaned. “Fuck. Yes. Like that.”

  Her throat contracted again and I slipped further into her mouth. Her lips were bright red and looked so fucking sexy stretched around my cock. My head fell back in pleasure. She moved her head back and forth until I was thrusting, holding her in place while I fucked her mouth. I couldn’t stop even if I wanted to.

  She held onto my thighs, humming in pleasure. I became frantic, as my balls grew heavy.

  “Fuck. You’re taking me down your throat. Does it turn you on knowing my dick is in your mouth?”

  She moaned and nodded. I pulled out of her mouth and began pumping myself.

  “Hold your tits together.”

  Speaking was nearly impossible as I fought my orgasm. She pressed her breasts together. The creamy peaks with hardened points was so fucking sexy that I came, shooting my come across her chest.

  “Fuck,” I groaned out.

  Still semi-erect, I pulled Daisy to her feet and pushed her face down onto the mattress. Her skin was flushed and had a light sheen of sweat across it. I cupped her pussy and ran a finger through her juices.

  “You’re dripping wet like I knew you’d be,” I said into her ear.

  She moaned. So my dirty girl liked that? I slid into her drenched folds. Her tight pussy clenched around my cock and I got hard again.

  “I’m not going to be gentle,” I said as I nipped her earlobe.

  Holding onto her hips I thrust until she cried out, arching into me. Fuck. She was a quick learner and listened to what her body wanted.

  “Please,” she begged.

  I pulled out and rolled her onto her back. Leaning forward, I caught her nipple in my mouth and sucked, pulling my head back until her breast stretched upward. She cried out, but I didn’t relent. Instead, I sucked harder until she screamed but she didn’t push me away. Her fingers blindly grasped my hair, pulling me closer.

  When I moved to the other breast she was ready. She clawed at my back, but begged for more. When I released her nipple her teeth sank into my shoulder, piercing the skin.

  “Please,” she begged, somewhere between a moan and a plea.

  I entered her in a single thrust, filling her to the rim. Her legs snaked around my waist and she bucked beneath me until I met her frantic thrusts with my own. Fuck. She had to be sore from the night before, but she was screwing me like her life depended on it.

  I caught her nipple with my teeth and nipped it as I continued to move inside of her. This was madness, but I didn’t want to stop. My mouth found hers and we kissed like we were starving for each other. I nipped her lip as I’d done to her nipple and she returned the favor. The coppery taste of blood filled my mouth, but she continued kissing me.

  Adjusting my positioning, I thrust in shallow strokes. Daisy gasped right before she came undone beneath me. Her blue eyes were unfocused as she cried out incoherent words. My stomach tightened and I bit into her shoulder and my cock jerked inside of her as I came.

  We ground and rubbed against each other until Daisy orgasmed again. Tears leaked from the corner of her eyes, but she held me prisoner in her grasp, thrashing beneath me. Her third orgasm left her voice shattered and it made me feel something primal. I kissed her, wanting her to know she was mine.

  When I pulled out of her, her body shook again and I rubbed her clit as she came.

  “That’s right, Daisy. Fuck my hand.”

  My fucking filthy girl. I brushed a kiss on her forehead and went to the bathroom. My chest was tight with emotions that I didn’t want to think too much about. Mine. I’d thought of her as mine. I got a warm washcloth and padded back to the room.

  Daisy was finally coming down from the high that you could only get from being thoroughly screwed and blinked sleepily up at me. Gently, I wiped her chest down before moving to her pussy. Her skin was swollen and dark red, possibly bruised from our fucking. As I cleaned her up I noticed that the sheets were coated in our juices.

  “We’re going to need more sheets,” I said with a grin.

  She blushed, but chuckled. “I’ll be sure to do that tomorrow.”

  She stretched, reminding me of a kitten, before getting up and going to the bathroom. When the door closed I went to the closet and grabbed a clean set of sheets. I stripped the bedding and replaced it with fresh linen. She came out as I tossed one of the pillows onto the bed.

  “I could have done that, Sir.”

  My cock twitched, but I knew she was exhausted.

  “I know. Hop in bed.”

  She did as I commanded and I got in next to her. I had an urge to pull her into my embrace and spoon her, but didn’t. I didn’t want to give her false hope, especially when I had no fucking idea what I was going to do myself.

  “Thank you,” she murmured. “That was… thank you.”

  I stared at the back of her head, but didn’t answer her. Instead I did the most logical thing. I pretended that I was asleep and added a soft snore for good measure. Sighing, she snuggled against me until her body went lax with sleep.

  I was a fucking coward.

  Now

  I shifted into reverse and put my arm over the seat as I drove away from the men. My pulse thrummed in my neck. When I was a safe distance away, I stopped the car. Did I keep going backward or try to drive through them? Each option had risks I didn’t like.

  Daisy touched my knee and I glanced down at her.

  “We’re going to get through this.”

  My throat was tight, but I was saved from replying because at that very moment more than two-dozen motorcycles came from behind us, surrounding the car. And the leader had a long, grey beard with a redhead on the bike next to him. He raised his hand and pointed forward.

  “Let’s take them out, Boss,” Grey called out.

  Daisy rose from the floorboard. “Who is that?”

  “Our fucking lifesaver!”

  11

  Then

  I woke Daisy two more times that night for sex. Each time we fucked she reached her orgasm faster than the time before. And each time I knew things were different with her. In the morning we stepped into the shower, never speaking as I slid into her drenched folds. We took our time and she wrapped her legs around my waist as I pressed her against the shower wall.

  She caught my mouth for a kiss and it matched the tempo of our fucking. I groaned as I came and she was right behind me with her own sounds of pleasure.

  “I should be back earlier tonight,” I said as I washed her hair. “The run I went on yesterday took longer than I thought. Fucking idiots don’t know how to follow an order.”

  “I hope you were able to resolve it.”

  “Had to make a point, but I think they got the message.”

  She seemed uneasy and changed the subject. “I’m helping Aunt B in the kitchen today.”

  “Good. She’s a nice lady.” I kissed her and asked, “Want to have dinner with me?”

  “I’d like that.”

  We kissed again and I pulled away. Groaning, I pressed my forehead against hers.

  “As much as I don’t want to, we need to get out of here before we start another round.”

  And tha
t was a dangerous idea.

  She wiggled against me. “Can’t you play hooky?”

  Yup. Dangerous.

  “Not today.”

  She pouted, but took the towel I handed her and walked from the shower. She turned toward me and touched the dark mark on my shoulder.

  “Looks like you have a battle wound.”

  I touched her shoulder and replied, “I’m not the only one.”

  We grinned at each other until I felt that strange little twinge in my chest. Turning from her, I went to the bedroom and dressed. She did the same and we left the room at the same time. When we reached the cafeteria I kissed her knuckles. I did it without thinking. Her cheeks turned a sexy shade of pink.

  “See you tonight.”

  I walked away, trying to shake the feeling that I’d just made things complicated. I didn’t even know her, for fuck’s sake. What if she had an agenda and I was too busy thinking with my dick? I went outside and found one of the men from the run the other day.

  “Did you find a green messenger bag?”

  He nodded. “Morning, Boss. Yeah, we found one, but it didn’t have anything in it so we tossed it.”

  “Get it and bring it to me.”

  He started to walk away, but I stopped him.

  “Is Campbell around today?”

  “I haven’t seen him, Boss.”

  I wasn’t shocked at his answer.

  “See if anyone knows where he is.”

  I already had an idea, but I didn’t know where this man’s loyalties were. I spent the rest of the day figuring out who was working with Campbell, who still hadn’t showed up. Daisy’s bag was brought to me and I dug through it before having it sent to my room.

  By dinner I had stayed away from her for as long as I could stand. I went to the cafeteria, ignoring people as I walked. Daisy was at the serving line and looked fucking adorable in her oversized apron. She scanned the room and when she saw me, she waved. I waved back and she said something to Bertha before taking her apron off.