Twist of Fate

by Louise, Tia

  She leans forward, using that wallpaper edger to keep the paint off the wood floors. “I’m sure you’re doing what’s right for you. I’ll tell you, though, it’s a pain in the ass. I think it happens because I wanted to beg her to stay, but I couldn’t find the words. I couldn’t make my voice speak.”

  “Damn, Daisy.” I’m starting the cleanup. “That’s pretty dark. Give me your brush.”

  I pause beside her as she makes her final pass over the baseboard, then I hold out the pan of used brushes and rollers.

  She stands and shrugs, brown eyes wide. “It’s just what I do.”

  “I’m going to go wash these outside. Then I’m buying you lunch. Get changed.”

  Thirty minutes later, we’re sitting in Donzelle’s Diner off the road leading down to Oceanside Beach. Daisy’s studying the plastic menu, but I know what I want.

  “I’ll have roast pork with green butter beans and fresh collards.” While the scowly waitress writes down my order, I scan her shirt for a nametag. Janeen.

  Daisy reads off the sheet. “I’ll have the roast pork also with green butter beans and sweet potato soufflé.”

  “That all?” Janeen snaps.

  “And two iced teas.” I lean back, giving her a teasing grin. “Be sure to dip your little finger in mine to make it sweet. And skip the lemon.”

  Her eyes rise to mine, and she seems confused. Or annoyed.

  I exhale a laugh. “Just messing with you, Janeen. I will have a lemon.”

  Another moment, and a smile cracks her face. She points a chubby finger at me. “You’re a stinker.”

  I notice she has a gold tooth. “You’re a gangster.”

  That makes her laugh more, and she shakes her head as she walks away. “I’ll get this right out for you.”

  When I look at Daisy, she’s glaring at me.

  “What?”

  Leaning forward, she whispers. “You were flirting with her!”

  “What’s wrong? Jealous? Of Janeen?” To quote someone we all know, as if.

  “You took a big chance doing that. She could have been offended.” Her whisper turns to a hiss. “She could’ve spit in our food.”

  “Relax. Everyone likes a little flirt from a cute guy, especially waitresses. They deal with assholes all day. Besides, they’re handling our food. It’s smart to be kind.”

  Janeen is back with a large tray she puts on a stand. “Here you go, sugar. Fresh from the stove.”

  I’m feeling better already as she slides pale-green plastic plates in front of each of us. They’re like hospital plates, but they smell delicious. My stomach growls.

  Janeen hesitates. “Can I get y’all anything else?”

  I smile and add a little wink this time. “Looks like this’ll do it.”

  “Here’s the check, but take your time.” She rips the ticket off her pad and places it face down beside my coffee. “Let me know if you need a refill or anything.”

  “Will do. Thanks, Janeen.”

  “You’re welcome, honey.” Another smile, and she saunters down the aisle.

  Daisy’s eyes are wide, and she stares after Janeen a half-second before shaking her head and looking at me. I only chuckle, taking a big bite of collards.

  “Good stuff.”

  Daisy takes a big bite of the sweet potato soufflé and sits back in the booth. “Holy cow, that’s good. How did you find this place?”

  “Football road trip. Coach took us all here on the way home. Best southern cooking I’ve ever had.”

  “I think I have to agree with you. Just don’t tell my aunt.”

  We pig out for a while before I have to come up for air. Daisy does the same, putting her fork down and holding her midsection. “I think I ate too fast. I might explode.”

  Warmth fills my chest as I study her. Damn, this girl. “Let’s go to the beach.”

  “What?” She sits forward, but excitement is on her face.

  “We’re two minutes away. Come on. It’s Sunday. It’s supposed to get up to eighty today. Let’s spend the day soaking up some rays.”

  Her nose wrinkles adorably, and she starts to laugh. “I love that idea. I love the beach!”

  I dig in my pocket for cash and throw a wad on the table before catching her hand and jogging with her out the door.

  Seven

  Daisy

  “I can’t believe I’m playing hooky like this. I’ve got a whole bedroom to finish.”

  Scout’s behind the wheel of my Bronco, and the canvas top is off so his hair is blowing around his face. Mine is too, but he looks like a model for Playgirl.

  “You know what they say.” His fist tightens on the steering wheel and that muscle on the back of his arm flexes. “All work and no play…”

  “Turns you into a psycho killer?”

  He starts to laugh, full lips parting over straight white teeth, deep dimple. What am I doing? This is playing with matches, and if I’m not careful, I’m going to get burned beyond recognition.

  Instead of driving all the way to Oceanside Beach, he cuts over through Oceanside Village and drives out to an undeveloped, private beach I’ve never seen before.

  “Looks like we’ve got the place to ourselves.” He puts it in park and takes out the keys, jumping over the side and jogging around to hold my door. “Come on.”

  “How do you know about this place?”

  I climb out, taking the hand he offers and following him through the sparse trees.

  “I used to ride my bike all over the place around here. It was boring being in Fireside all the time.”

  He can say that again. I didn’t grow up there, but Fireside is about the smallest town I’ve seen… Next to Oceanside Village, I guess. But at least they have the beach. Fireside’s just hoping to catch some of their spillover.

  “It’s beautiful!” The trees part, and my breath catches.

  A clear beach with white sand spreads out in front of us. It’s empty and sheltered from the more developed strip of land farther north of us.

  “It’s calm.” He strips off his tee, and my stomach tingles at the sight of his lined torso. “I think it’s warm enough to swim.”

  “I don’t have a suit.” Looking down, I’m in paint-stained sweats and a different old tee.

  “What’s under that?”

  His eyes are on me, curious with a hint of mischief. We’re in that place again—the one we always seem to end up in now—until one of us runs away.

  First time it was me.

  Second time it was him.

  Third time…

  My skin is hot as I pull the neck of my shirt out. “Black sports bra.”

  “How is that different from a bathing suit?” He takes a few steps backwards, still watching me, like he’s taunting me. “Take it off, Daisy Sales.”

  “What are you wearing under those?” I nod at his jeans.

  “Nothing.”

  His eyebrow arches, and it’s difficult to inhale all the way. “Should I close my eyes?”

  “Only if you want to.”

  My eyes close, and I face the trees as he chuckles. Water splashes, and I hear the sounds of swimming, surfacing, then he calls to me. “You’re safe now.”

  Without a doubt, I am not safe.

  Turning around, I blink cautiously to see he’s in the water. But the way he’s standing there, hair wet, two lines of muscle disappearing below the surface as waves lap at his waist, might be even more devastating than seeing him fully naked.

  I’m not sure I can take all of him out here in the bright sunlight.

  “You know, I still can’t get over that guy saying you were bad at sex.” He pushes to the side, swimming around in the clear water.

  I’ve taken off my shirt, but I’m still in the sweats as I walk to the edge of the water and put my feet in the surf. “It’s probably because I didn’t…”

  Heat flashes in my cheeks. Why am I telling him this? I swear, he can get me talking about things I’d never even say to Sly.

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bsp; Not finishing my sentence stops his movements. He stills, blue eyes on me like a shark. “Didn’t what?”

  “It’s not important.”

  “You’d better tell me or I’ll come make you tell.”

  “Don’t you dare.”

  He makes a move like he’s going to storm the beach, and I say it loud and fast. “I didn’t finish!”

  Stopping, he frowns at me. “You didn’t finish? What does that mean?”

  “I didn’t… you know.” I wave my hand side to side in a fishy manner. “Get all the way to the fireworks.”

  “You didn’t come?”

  My nose wrinkles. “I don’t like that word.”

  “Sorry. You didn’t have an orgasm.” The way he says it in a fake-snooty way makes me laugh and blush and want to die all at the same time.

  “Yeah, that’s… that’s the word.”

  “Let me get this straight. Some little punk-assed high school guy punched your V-card, didn’t get you off, and then told everybody you were the problem? He was probably a two-pump chump. Did he finish?”

  “He wasn’t that bad. I mean, give me some credit. He was at least cute.”

  “Did he get in more than two pumps before he finished?”

  Lifting my chin, I don’t meet his eyes. “We practiced safe sex, so I couldn’t tell.”

  He’s quiet a moment, pushing the water around with those strong hands. Those hands that never miss a pass. “I’d make you come.”

  Heat flashes from my stomach up through my chest. “I don’t know. It kind of takes me a while because I’m always…” I tap on my temple. “I’m in my head too much.”

  “I could make you come right now.” His voice lowers, and he studies me in that way he does, calm and focused, like he’s moving in for the kill. “Let me make you come, Daisy.”

  This time the flash of heat surges from my chest to my core, awakening my senses. “I think that’s a bad idea.”

  “I think it’s a very good idea. Take off those sweatpants and come to me.”

  I can’t breathe. My stomach is twisty and scared and excited and nervous. “Scout…”

  “Do it.” It’s a low order, and my eyes lock on his.

  Glittering sapphires watch me. He’s predatory as he waits, perfectly still, and I’ve fallen under his power. Standing slowly, my fingers fumble along the edge of my waistband. Am I really doing this? The last gasp of my hesitation drowns in the waves. A flutter moves in my stomach as I hook my fingers and slide the pants down my legs, taking my panties with them.

  Thank God I shaved last night drifts through my mind, and I realize this is me. I’m doing this.

  I’m terrified as I straighten. I want to cover myself, but he’s looking at me in a way that says, Don’t you dare.

  I take one step into the water and the corner of his mouth moves ever so slightly. “That’s right. Come here.”

  He speaks to me like I’m a timid kitten, and I imagine that’s how I seem. I move faster so the water covers me, and he pushes forward, closing the space between us as he pulls me against his chest.

  “I’m afraid.” It’s somewhere between a gasp and a whisper.

  “Stop. I won’t hurt you. I protected you from the killer pony. Remember?”

  I laugh nervously, and he turns me so my back is to his chest. “First, take this off.” And just like that, my sports bra is gone.

  Cool water shimmers around my breasts and my nipples tighten. His mouth is right at my ear, and I feel his erection pressing against my ass. My pussy clenches.

  “We don’t have a condom.”

  “I won’t put it in. This is about you.” His breath is beside my ear, and a shiver moves across my shoulders.

  I want him to kiss me, and he does. Hot lips slide against the hyper-sensitive skin of my neck. It makes me groan and scoot closer to him.

  His left hand is flat on my stomach, holding my back to his chest, and his right hand drops lower. It almost tickles. Heat follows his descent, and I gasp when his fingers curl and cup me between my legs.

  “Oh, God,” I tense, but he doesn’t let go.

  His lips press against the side of my neck again, just at my ear as he whispers. “I’ve got you. Relax. I’m going to make you feel so good.”

  Closing my eyes, I try to do what he says. His lips are against my skin. His tongue flicks and pulls the lobe of my ear between his teeth, and my toes curl in the sand. We’re rocking in the waves, and his fingers keep circling my clit.

  They slide up and down, back and forth, and with my eyes closed, it’s like he’s guiding my whole body with just those small movements. Tension builds in my lower stomach, and my breath shortens to little pants. My nipples tighten and tingle, and my entire focus centers on his touch.

  He keeps circling and stroking, and I hiccup a breath. My eyelids squeeze. The tension in my stomach grows tighter… tighter. It’s like an explosion is building, drawing me closer. His mouth is on my neck again, and when his lips part, he bites me. He pulls at me, and I erupt with a loud ohhh!

  Ripples flutter in the arches of my feet, and my hips circle with the movements of his fingers. Until two thick digits plunge into my core, and I cry out. I’m on my toes bucking and riding his hand, my ass bouncing against his stomach. I can’t stop.

  Intense pleasure bursts through me again and again, and I’m making noises I’ve never heard. I’m wild and animal, fucking his fingers, desperate for more.

  “That’s it.” He kisses my neck. My body tries to collapse forward, but he holds me steady. “Ride it out, beautiful.”

  My heart beats so fast, my chest aches. My whole body is weak. His fingers are still inside me, and it’s so satisfying. I’m consumed with thoughts of his cock, hard as a lead pipe against my ass. Could we…?

  It’s too dangerous to think, and I want it so much.

  “That was…” I gasp, trying to find words as my eyes blink open, dazzled by the radiant sunlight. “I’ve never…”

  It’s like the whole world has changed.

  A low chuckle is at my ear, and he kisses the side of my neck again. “Trust me, Daisy Sales. You are very good at sex. I’d give anything to have my dick in you right now.”

  My lips curl between my teeth, and I turn in his arms. His fingers slip from inside me, and the cool waves are a sharp contrast to the hot wetness in my core.

  “I want you in me right now.”

  His chin drops, and he studies me, blue eyes so beautiful, full lips curling into a smile. “I think I have a condom in my jeans.”

  Eight

  Scout

  Daisy leaves me in the water, and I watch her cute little ass bounce while she jogs to where I left my jeans.

  Playing with fire… It’s what I told my brother when he suggested two weeks of fun. We’re down to one week, but I’m not about to stop what’s happening here. The way she came for me just now, riding and bucking my hand as she lost control, was the hottest thing I’ve ever seen.

  The sassy little librarian takes off her glasses, and she’s a hungry sex kitten.

  “Perfect.” I lift my chin as she waves the gold foil packet triumphantly.

  She makes me laugh. She makes me crazy. Now she’s going to make me come.

  I’m too impatient to wait. Pushing forward against the waves, I walk out of the water fully erect, straight to where she’s headed my way. Her eyes widen, but I meet her before she can speak, capturing her mouth with mine and killing any potential fears. Yeah, I’m pretty well-hung.

  Her hands are on my cheeks, and our mouths move fast, pulling and biting. I grasp her ass and lift her off her feet, carrying her to where I left my clothes on the sand. She came so hard just now, I hope there’s a little sparkle lingering inside her. When her hot little pussy takes me, I want to feel her coming on my cock.

  I turn and sit on my discarded jeans, and she straddles my lap as I quickly roll on the condom. She cups my face, kissing my temple, working her way down to my jaw.

  Prot
ection in place, I grasp her hips and line her up. “Fuck me, Daisy.”

  Her big brown eyes are knowing, and a half-smile curls her lips. There it is. Sex kitten. She wraps her arms around my neck and presses those cute little tits against my chest as she drops fast, sending me all the way into her hot, slippery core.

  “Fuck.” My head drops back, and she hisses a satisfied yes.

  Our bodies move in time, me thrusting higher and her rocking forward. Her lips press against my neck, kissing and sucking. Her teeth nip at my skin, and I’m holding on by a thread. I’ve jacked off to this fantasy, but nothing compares to the real thing.

  Looking down, I see her ass bouncing against my pelvis as she pulls me deeper. She’s grinding on my dick, and it’s the hottest fucking lap dance I’ve ever seen.

  My fingers curl, indenting her skin as I pull her down, pushing higher, wanting to drive my cock so deep inside her, she never forgets me.

  “Oh, God…” She moans roughly, and her back arches.

  She’s coming again, clenching all around me. My eyes close as the tension in my pelvis reaches a fever pitch. I thrust as tendrils of orgasm snake up my thighs, centering in my pelvis before pulsing through my cock.

  “Fuck!” I blank out holding her ass against me as the intense pleasure shudders in my belly.

  She exhales a ragged gasp, and she’s with me, riding out this tidal wave.

  “Damn.” I choke on a moan, holding her through the final spasms before we drift down again.

  My heart pounds in my chest, and Daisy’s naked body drapes over me like a doll. We’re both panting, and I’d bet money we levitated just then.

  Her head tilts to the side, and I nudge her with my shoulder. “Still with me?”

  Rising up in my lap, she rests an elbow on my shoulder, her expression is love-drunk as she smiles. “We’re not supposed to do that.”

  I can’t help a grin. “But we’re so good at it.”

  Her nose wrinkles, and she shakes her head. “We’re breaking the rules.”