She smiles even wider at the risk that’s clear in my eyes. “I was just going to suggest taking off my boots. What were you thinking?”
My tongue in your mouth. My cock so far inside of you.
My gaze darkens, and I try to ignore her silly smile and roaming hands that grip the bike seat and then drift to her thighs. Some part of her is always moving.
I say, “Something that’s too fucking dirty for your virginal ears.”
She sits up like me, and her chest is only an inch or so from mine. I set my hand on her knee to keep her from scooting any closer.
She says in a more serious voice, “I lost my virginity when I was fifteen.”
“I meant that you haven’t popped your cherry on a motorcycle. I know you aren’t a virgin.” She asked her sister for sex advice on her sweet sixteen trip, and I was there to help Lily chaperone. I was filling in for my brother who was in rehab, and Daisy pretty much said that she already had sex. I just wish her first time wasn’t so fucking awful.
And I kind of wish she stopped at the first guy and waited for someone better. Like…no one. I don’t think anyone is good enough for her. Yeah, it’s fucking selfish. I don’t care.
I add, “I’m not surprised that you lost it that young either.”
She nods. “Because my older sister is a sex addict.” As if that fucking makes her one?
“No, because you try a lot of stuff, and I’m sure you felt like you were missing out on something.”
Her lips rise a little. “When did you lose it?”
“I was fifteen too,” I say. “I was with an eighteen-year-old girl.” My first time was on a fucking golf course at three in the morning.
Daisy digests this. “So you like older women then?”
“I like all women, sweetheart.”
She wears a crooked smile. “You like me?”
Fuck me. “Daisy—”
She holds up her hands, her palms touching my chest because there’s no fucking room. I go rigid beneath them. “I know, sorry, I shouldn’t have said anything.” She drops her hands quickly, her breath heavy.
I try not to look at her as anything more than she can be. But she’s gorgeous, not because she has this natural fucking beauty—no makeup and bold green eyes, smooth skin and a delicate face.
She’s beautiful because she can make the saddest person in the world grin. And she can make the loneliest guy feel something more. She’s youthful and wild. Primal and really fucking innocent. She’s all these things that scream big fucking risk.
“You know, I’ve only had sex with six guys in my entire life,” she announces.
I stiffen. “Yeah?” I don’t really want these details, even though a part of me masochistically craves them. “For some, six guys would be a lot at eighteen.”
She shrugs. “I was testing out the waters.”
“And how were those fucking waters?” I snap. I shouldn’t have asked. But I do. And I’m not going to take it back.
I wait for her to answer because I know she will.
< 6 >
DAISY CALLOWAY
I should really rethink hashing out my sexual history to my sister’s boyfriend’s older brother. (Yeah, it’s a tongue-twister.) But you know, I started so now I have to finish. I try not to half-ass things. Go full force, Daisy. No hitting the brakes. Yeah, I can do this.
I stare at his eyes that are hard and harsh, never softening for me. Our close proximity doesn’t really alleviate anything between us, but I like his closeness too much to jump off the motorcycle. And hey, he’s not moving either. Good signs, I think.
“The first guy sucked,” I tell him. “We did it once. It lasted like thirty seconds.” I should probably blush, but that time feels ancient. I just remember sitting up in his bed and being like that’s it? That’s sex? What the hell is so awesome about it?
Ryke keeps his face unreadable, just dark and brooding. Okay. I can continue without crumbling under his intense silence. Go, go, go.
I lick my lips and say, “And the second guy, we did it a couple times. He lasted maybe three minutes.”
“How old were these guys?” he asks.
“Only a few years older than me. I mean, I’ve dated guys in their late twenties, but we couldn’t have sex. I wasn’t eighteen yet.” And I wasn’t about to break the law and have a guy thrown in jail for sleeping with me.
“I’ve met most of the older guys you’ve dated,” he reminds me. “They were complete fucking morons by the way.”
“They weren’t that bad.”
“Julian?” he says. “You think he was better than a fucking rat?”
“Connor called him an ape.”
“Connor gave him too much fucking credit.”
“Connor also called you a dog,” I say with a crinkled nose. “Do you think I’m the cat to your dog or am I like a squirrel?”
“How’d we get to this place?” he asks like this is the stupidest ‘fucking’ conversation.
“I’m a hamster, aren’t I?” I stick out my bottom lip.
“You’re not a fucking hamster.” He rolls his eyes and runs his hand through his hair. I don’t think he realizes how hot he is when he does that. “You’re a bird.”
“A bird.”
“Yeah a fucking bird that won’t stop flying or squawking.”
“Like an eagle?”
“You’re prettier than an eagle.” He rolls his eyes again. “Fuck.”
“You called me pretty.” I poke his chest, my smile overtaking my face.
He stares at me hard. “Julian,” he finds the beginning of our conversation. “You still like him? Because if you do, we need to have a heavy fucking talk.”
I shake my head quickly. “No, I don’t like him.”
Julian actually really scared me. He went on a trip to the Alps with all of us. I didn’t realize how in over my head I was until I tried to break up with him, and he wouldn’t listen to me, as if I was too young to really understand. Maybe I was. I don’t know anymore. All I know is that I don’t want to be afraid of the person I’m with. That isn’t a danger I like.
“And just so you know,” I say, “I haven’t been ecstatic by some of the girls you’ve chosen. One of them called Lily a slut.” And behind Ryke’s back, she literally pulled my hair. Hard.
“I broke up with her the second she said that,” he reminds me. “You were with that idiot for months.”
“I tried breaking up with him,” I retort. “I even wrote him a letter. It went something like: Julian, I think we’re better as friends. Xoxo Daisy.”
Ryke groans, but his hand unconsciously rises from my knee to my thigh. The affection speeds my heart.
“The hugs and kisses were too much, weren’t they?”
“Who breaks up with someone in a fucking note?”
“Someone who’s scared.” I’m not as fearless as my sisters would like to believe.
“You’re not a fucking coward. You’re just with the wrong guys.” He glances at his hand and takes it off me. Then his brown eyes flit from the small space between our bodies to my gaze again. “Did any of them last longer than five minutes?”
I try to think back. “I think six minutes was the highest.”
“Were you seriously timing them?”
“I was waiting for it to end.”
He grimaces.
I pretty much dislike everything about sex. The before. The during. The after. No moment is fun.
I’ve kept trying to see if it gets better.
It doesn’t.
It’s just a load of uncomfortable and awkward. Nothing about sex gives me that fulfillment that other girls talk about. What is an orgasm? Nerve-spindling? Head-spinning? I’ve had that skydiving and racing my motorcycle down a steep hill alongside Ryke. That’s as orgasmic as I’ve ever been.
“Sex is stupid,” I tell him.
“It is when you’re with guys who can’t satisfy you.”
I flush at his words. “Rose just told me to try it
with more guys and see what happens.”
Ryke looks ready to spring off the bike and go track down my sister. “Are you fucking kidding me?”
“I thought it was nice. She’s a proponent of experimenting.”
“Says the fucking virgin.”
“She’s not a virgin anymore,” I point out.
Ryke glares. “So she’s slept with one guy her whole life, and she’s telling you to fuck around to find someone. She didn’t fuck around, Daisy. Do you see what I’m getting at?”
“She has no experience with experimenting, got it,” I nod. “I’ve tried to talk to Lily about it, but she’s uncomfortable discussing sex with me.” I shrug. “Sometimes she’ll open up though. It’s just hard finding a day where she feels good enough to do it.”
Ryke relaxes a bit at the mention of Lily’s sex addiction and her shame towards the whole subject.
“Maybe I’m doing something wrong,” I say. “Is it normal for guys to last so short?”
Ryke runs his hand through his thick hair. He’s never held back with me before, so I don’t expect him to now. “They’re probably really fucking attracted to you, and when they get you in bed, they just come early. It’s not a fucking reflection on you but them.”
“So I need to find a guy who’s not attracted to me?” That doesn’t make sense.
Ryke shakes his head. “No, Dais. You need to like the guy you’re with as much as they like you. That way, you’ll fucking come too.”
“But what happens when the guy I like isn’t emotionally available?”
“Stay single,” he suggests.
“Forever?”
Ryke’s whole body tenses. I don’t know if that’s a no or a yes. Inside I’m screaming, give me something! Blink once for yes, twice for no!
And then the garage door opens. “Hey,” Lo calls, “dinner is…” His voice dies when he catches us on the motorcycle together.
Uh-oh.
Ryke slowly climbs off the bike, acting like he did nothing wrong. I mimic his guiltless expression, and I follow him, swinging my legs over the seat and standing up.
Lo’s eyes flash murderously at his brother. “Did I interrupt something?”
“No,” Ryke replies coolly. “We were just talking.”
Lo nods like he’s trying to believe that. “If you were just talking, then why were her legs wrapped around your waist?”
“Lo,” I try to cut in, but Ryke holds up his hand to stop me. This is between them, I guess.
But I do care about Lo a lot. He’s always been another extension of my family in a sense. He started as Lily’s best friend. Then her boyfriend. Now fiancé. And she always brought him on Calloway vacations. He was her plus one.
To say he’s like a big brother to me would be accurate.
Which makes everything with Ryke a tiny bit weird, but at the same time, Ryke feels so disconnected from Lo—a barrier built between them from years of separation. So maybe it’s not as strange as it could be.
“We’re friends,” Ryke tells his brother.
“Friends don’t do shit like that,” Lo retorts, pointing at my Ducati like it violated me. I would actually love to be violated on that motorcycle by Ryke Meadows. I wonder how rough he would take me.
Or if I would even be able to orgasm at all.
Ryke pinches the bridge of his nose in annoyance. “What do you fucking want me to say?”
“That what I just saw was a mistake!” Lo shouts.
Ryke doesn’t speak, so I will. “It was a mistake,” I tell Lo. “I wanted to see what it would be like to ride on a motorcycle backwards. I needed his help.”
Lo glares from me to him. “That’s the best lie you can come up with?”
I smile. “It’s actually the truth.”
This only incites Lo more. “This isn’t a fucking joke, Daisy. He’s seven years older than you. He’s been with more girls than you probably even realize.”
“No, I realize that he’s slept with a lot of women, but his number is probably one that I would have easily reached at twenty-five too.”
Lo grimaces like that image is disgusting. “I’m in an alternate universe right now.”
“Really? Cool. Is it more fun here? I think it is.” I turn to Ryke. “What do you think?”
“Tone it down,” he tells me, his eyes fixed on his brother. “Lo—”
“You’re not good enough for her,” he says. “You realize that, right?”
Ryke’s jaw locks, and his shoulders tense. “I care about Daisy just as much as you, if not more, so you don’t need to pull this overprotective bullshit on me.”
“It’s not bullshit if you’re fucking her.”
“We’re not fucking!” Ryke shouts.
More people trickle in the garage. Connor. Both of my sisters.
Rose is classily outfitted in a black high-collared dress, stomping through the doorway in five-inch heels. She looks like a perfect match beside the ever-confident Connor Cobalt.
Lily has on one of Lo’s shirts and a pair of leggings, and she squeezes through the doorway to reach Lo near Rose’s parked Escalade. I envy her short brown hair that’s chopped at her shoulders. “What’s going on?” she whispers to Lo.
“I caught them fucking on her motorcycle.”
Ryke groans. “Come on! We were both on the bike, fully fucking clothed. We’ve never had sex!” He shakes his head. “How many times do I have to say it? You know what, we might as well fuck if you all think we’ve done it a thousand times already.”
My eyes widen. Really?
“Whoa, whoa,” Lo cringes, holding up his hands. “I can’t stomach you guys doing it once. So please spare me the goddamn picture of it happening a thousand times.”
“Both of you,” Connor says, stepping down the three stairs into the garage. “Stop for a second.” He stands between both brothers to mediate. “You’re overreacting.”
“I don’t like being accused of things that I didn’t fucking do,” Ryke growls.
“Yeah? How do you think Dad feels?!” Lo yells.
It’s like a bomb dropped, Lo’s hostile voice echoing before the garage goes quiet. Ryke breathes heavily but makes no attempt to answer Lo. It’s a loaded question.
Lo returns to the central issue. “She’s eighteen.”
“Here we go,” Ryke says, throwing his arms in the air. “Let’s fucking hear it, Lo. She’s eighteen. She’s like your little sister. Her mom hates me. I know. I know. I fucking know.”
Lo’s face contorts in a series of emotions, and Lily reaches out and wraps her arm around his waist. He calms down by the single touch.
Rose places her hands on her hips. “I don’t see the problem here.”
“Darling,” Connor says with the shake of his head. “Don’t make it worse.”
She huffs. “They’re both consenting—”
“I’m not consenting,” Ryke suddenly says, not looking at me. “Because nothing is fucking going on.” His eyes meet Lo’s and they soften for him. “Okay?”
They both have trust issues.
I know it doesn’t help that Ryke is lying to him about sleeping in my bed. If Lo found out, he would disapprove and find a way to separate us for the betterment of my health. But I think my health is the best when I’m with Ryke. Sleeping without him has been nearly impossible. I need the reassurance at night, the confidence of another person in order to sleep without fear. Otherwise, I can’t even get an hour of shuteye.
But I’m not keeping Ryke at gunpoint. If he wants to leave, I’d let him. And I guess I’d have to find someone to replace him. I’m not even sure that’s possible though. Maybe in my heart, I just know that I only want Ryke Meadows.
“Let’s eat,” Connor says. “The eggs are going to get cold.”
We all wait for one of the brothers to make a move first. They have the power to reignite the argument or dissolve it.
Lo opens his mouth, needing the last word. “I didn’t accept you into my life so you could bang
my girlfriend’s little sister. Don’t make me regret letting you in.”
That one stung. I felt it like a sharp kick.
Lo walks away, disappearing inside, and Ryke doesn’t wait for me. He goes in right after him. Connor is next, leaving me alone with my sisters.
“Well,” I say to them, “there are always fireworks at my parties, aren’t there?”
“Do you need a hug?” Rose asks me. “Because if you do, Lily can give you one.”
Lily looks at Rose like really?
“You give better hugs than I do. I know my weaknesses.” Rose raises her chin at me. “But really, are you okay?”
I shrug. “Yeah.” They think I have this massive crush on Ryke, and while I do like him, I understand more than anyone what we can and cannot do. I’ve accepted that reality for so long that the fantasy is always us being together.
I skip towards them and wrap my arms around their shoulders. “Thank you for the decorations, by the way. They’re beautiful.”
They both smile when I do.
That lights up any black spots that dotted my heart. But it’s not enough to take away the panic that I’ll feel come nighttime. Sometimes I wish it could be daylight forever. I wish that I could be with these five people and never have to face the world alone.
But Paris is my test.
I want to pass, but a part of me wonders if it’s even possible to be that fearless girl again. Maybe too much has changed to go back.
< 7 >
DAISY CALLOWAY
I wash the dishes after dinner, offering since Connor and Lo cooked. Everyone just acted like nothing happened in the garage, which was as expected. This wasn’t the first time I’ve been too close to Ryke in front of them.
It’s an exhausting fight and one that’s strangely become predictable.
Ryke enters the kitchen, everyone else in the living room. I look up, expecting another body passing through the archway. “They know why I’m here,” he says off my lingering gaze.
I frown. “You’re going to help me wash dishes?”
He grabs a bowl from the cupboard. “No. We all watched you push your fucking eggs around for thirty minutes.” He picks out granola cereal from another cabinet, his favorite brand. I’m sure he left a box here after early morning runs at Lo’s house.
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