It’s safe to say that the guys all ripped me apart, when they realized I had fallen in love with her. Zak called me pussy whipped; not that we’re sleeping together, but he doesn’t need to know that information. Smith laughed so hard, that he went blue around the lips, because he forgot to breathe. Levi offered to lend me his man card, so I could get my balls back, that she had apparently taken from me.
I get their reaction; I’m finding it all hard to believe and take on board. I haven’t even slept with her, so how could I love someone that I haven’t had my dick in yet? The answer is simple; I love her just the way she is, with or without sex. If the old me could only see the new me, he’d be having a heart attack.
Turns out I like the new me, I’m no longer the shallow motherfucker I had turned into; The guy who only used women as a means to an end for his own pleasure. Daisy has made me focus on the bigger picture of life. That no matter what shit show life throws at you, there’s always someone worse off. No matter how broken a person is, they all deserve a second chance, or to be fixed back together somehow.
When I texted her and told her to take the day off, it wasn’t because I was finishing early to take her to the Battery Park, Overlook. It was because I knew if I saw her before we were alone. I wouldn’t have been able to hold back what I wanted to say. I really wanted it to be just us two, when I told her I love her, for the first time.
The minute I had finished the final details on Jason’s tattoo, of the American flag and his service dates for his country, on his calf. I was out of the studio in record time. It was as if someone had told me she was leaving the city. I had to get to her and stop her, that’s how urgent it was that I get to her.
Over the last three months, it’s like she’s gone from the shy, scared girl, who wouldn’t let anyone in or near her, to a beautiful butterfly, that’s now spreading her wings and is ready to take on the world, head on.
With each day she grows, so do I. She makes me want to be a better man, for her.
In all my achievements, from being the school's quarterback, to the day I walked away and opened my own business. I have never felt so much euphoria to take over my entire body. I’ve just told her that I love her. To my fucking surprise and by some miracle, she loves me right back. The way she told me she was ready, when I asked if I could take her back to my place. It was more than just an answer to one question. If I could have, without seeming like an asshole, I would have jumped for glee, that she was finally ready to give herself to me.
Pushing people out of the way, I get us back to my place in next to no time. Now, as I find myself in the elevator with her pressed up against the wall, I feel like the biggest jackass. When on reflex, my hips push against hers, she freezes on the spot. All the kissing seizes to a complete stop. When I pull back from her, I can see her eyes are scrunched shut tight, as she rambles on, saying no to herself.
The elevator dings and my dick that got us in the situation, dies a slow and painful death, inside my jeans. Picking her up, so I’m carrying her, with my hand behind her back. My other arm is under her legs, giving her no choice but to wrap her arms around my neck. She buries her head in the space between my neck and shoulder. I can feel small whispers of her hot breath against my skin, as she carries on with her internal freak out.
Getting to my door, I know I have to put her down to get my keys from my pocket, but I don’t want to.
“Baby, I need to put you down just for a few seconds, okay?”
She acknowledges that she’s heard me and slips her legs from my arm, allowing me to access my keys and open the door. Picking her back up, I push the door open further with my hip. Once we’re inside, I close it behind me with my boot, before carrying her to my bedroom and placing her on my bed. When I try to pull away so I can check on her, she clings on to me tighter and whispers.
“Don’t let me go, I’m fine.”
The pain in her voice tells me she’s not fine at all. Literally forcing her arms from around my neck, I climb onto the bed and lie on my side, facing her. Before pulling her down next to me. In a hushed tone, I reassure her that everything’s okay and that nothing has to happen right now.
We must have fallen asleep, because when my eyes open, it’s pitch black in my room. With only the light filtering in through my blinds on my windows, from the street below.
Daisy is still tucked in my arms and her head is resting on my chest. Out of nowhere, my stomach rumbles loudly and I realize I haven’t eaten today. Sliding out of a woman's bed without waking her up, used to be my specialty. Right now, it’s one of the hardest things I’ve ever tried to do. I untangle my legs from hers first. Then with so much finesse and precision I didn’t know I had; I slide my arms from under her. Just as I go to climb off the bed, a tiny voice stops me from going any further.
“Don’t go, stay with me. Please?”
Turning to look at her over my shoulder, I look into her wide eyes and I can’t say no to her. Going back to the position I’ve just gotten myself out of, I think fuck the food, she’s far more important.
“I’m sorry, I’m so fucking sorry for earlier. I shouldn’t have freaked out the way I did…”
Stopping her, I roll her so she’s on her back, with one arm under her neck and the other at the side of her head.
“What did I tell you after your first meltdown in the studio?”
I don’t give her the chance to answer me, instead I carry on.
“I told you, never apologize, you have every right to act that way and I don’t blame you. No matter how many freak-outs you have, I still love you, Pink. You’re my girl and if all you want is a kiss and a cuddle, then damn that’s what we’ll do.”
Pushing herself up from where she’s lying beneath me, I move out of her way to give her space. If she couldn’t surprise the shit out of me more than she already has, she moves, so she’s on her knees in front of me. Mirroring my new position, she places her hands on my shoulders to lift herself up, so she’s now got her knees on either side of mine.
“When I told you I was ready, I wasn’t lying. That freak-out just came from nowhere. I promise I can do this; I want to do this with you. I just need you to go slow and be careful. I’m not entirely sure of the damage that was caused. At the time, I was too focused on the ugliness of my scars to care.”
The strength this woman has and doesn’t even realize, makes me fall that bit deeper in love with her.
“Okay, baby. If it’s what you want and you’re one hundred percent sure, then who am I to refuse my woman when she needs me.”
I give her my cocky smirk, to hopefully relax her a little, because right now her body is about as stiff as my dick is.
“Lie back for me and put your head on the pillow.” I instruct her.
Then with her eyes firmly on mine, I plant myself between her legs and remove her t-shirt, then her shorts and chucks. Leaving her lying before me, in only her plain white, cotton underwear. I never thought I would see the day that I basic lingerie would turn me on, but on her. It’s fucking sexy as hell.
“If you want me to stop, then don’t be afraid to tell me and I’ll stop straight away. You’re in control here baby, this is your show, we’ll run it how you want to. Do you understand me?”
I need her to say that she understands, before I go any further with her. Biting her lip, she just grunts a reply, but that isn’t enough for me.
“Say the words, Pink. Tell me that you get what I’m telling you.”
“I understand.”
Her words are barely audible, but I hear them loud and clear. It’s as if my cock heard her as well, the traitorous fucker goes even harder. To the point I think I’m going to get an indent from the inside of my zipper.
Chapter Thirty-Two
Daisy
I try not to think about my earlier freak-out and to concentrate on the here and now. The fact that I’m in this gorgeous man's bed and he wants me. He desires me and he loves me. Even if I th
ink the scars that mark my skin are ugly and disgusting. I didn’t mistake how hard he was for me in the elevator earlier. It was genuine and by the look he’s giving me now, he’s going to take care of me, as I experience my first consensual time, having sex with a man.
After he’s made sure that I understand that if I want him to stop, he will. I watch as he kneels above me, while I lie here in my white cotton bra and panties. He pulls his t-shirt over his head. When I get the full view of his chest and abdomen, I almost wilt further into the mattress. He’s a masterpiece, even I couldn’t have come up with him in one of my drawings, if I tried. His shoulders are wide but lean with taught muscles. His chest and arms are all covered in tattoos, that stretch across his pecs. Running down his very defined abdomen, is a straight line of words, tattooed onto his skin. Feeling brave, I lean up onto my elbows, I run my finger over it and say the words as I go.
“Never Forgotten, You Will Always Live Within Me.”
Looking up at him, I see him watching me and I know this is painful for him. He doesn’t need to tell me that. That this tattoo is his constant reminder of what happened to Cam. It’s clear as the torment he puts himself through every day.
Wanting to bring him back to me, I save my eye fucking him, for another time. Right now, us being together is what is important. I’ll take the time to explore his body some other time. Pulling my arms behind my back, I unhook my bra and let it fall down my arms. Even though I’m nervous as hell, I pull it off completely and throw it across the room. Making him give a small laugh at my actions. Lying my head back down on the pillow, I watch as he takes in my naked breasts. His eyes go wide, and his grin comes firmly back into place on his face.
Standing from the bed, he removes his jeans and boxers, before removing the last of my underwear. I didn’t realize until he took them off me, that they were like my security blanket. Being utterly naked with him, I feel vulnerable and on show. As if my brain is programmed to protect that area of my body, I cross my hand over myself. I know he’s not going to hurt me; it’s just old habits die hard, sometimes. Crawling back onto the bed and between my thighs, he removes my hands from where I’ve put them and whispers.
“You don’t have to fear me, baby. I’m going to make you feel really good. I promise.”
His tone gives me no room to argue with him. From that moment on, I know I will let him do anything he wants to me, to a certain point. He starts to kiss each of my legs from the ankle up. Working his way up until he reaches my marked thighs. Just like the night I first showed them to him, he takes his time. Lovingly with each kiss, he presses against them and slowly starts to wash away my insecurities.
“You have no fucking idea how beautiful you are to me, baby. I will devour you until my dying breath, if that's what it takes to get you to believe me,” he says against my skin.
Leaving my thighs, he works his way up my body, dipping his tongue into my belly button. By the time he’s reached my breasts, I’m a hot mess. I’m on the verge of doing what I’ve practically done every night, in my own bedroom, since this started between us. Only, I’m not that confident to do that yet in front of him. So, I lie there, my breaths become shallow and I try to close my thighs to get some friction where I need it. Only I can’t, because I have Trey lying between them.
Taking one of my nipples into his mouth, he swirls his tongue around it, before sucking it into his mouth. Letting it go with a pop, while one of his hands squeezes and kneads the other one. My hips lift from the mattress in an involuntary movement, I need him to touch me now. The ache that he’s built up inside of me, is consuming my entire body and it feels like it’s going to combust at any moment.
“T… Trey.” I moan.
“I know, baby. I’m going to make it all better for you.”
Trailing his tongue down between the valley of my breasts, then down my stomach, his fingers start to stroke the inside of my thigh. Then up over my pussy lips and just that little bit of contact gives me mixed feelings. One minute I want to scream at him to touch me even more. The next, my entire body stiffens, and I feel like I’m going to cry with the fear I can feel starting to creep in.
Sensing where my heads at and with his mouth so close to my clit, that I feel his hot breath blow over the sensitive area. I hear him say.
“It’s okay, Pink. It’s just me and you, you’re safe.”
With his coaxing tone and his reassuring words, I start to relax again. Just as I allow my body to succumb to the feeling of his fingers stroking me, his lips latch on to my needy bundle of nerves and my hips lift off the bed, pushing my pussy further into his face.
“Oh, fuck me.” I breathe out on a big exhale, as he starts to suck my clit harder.
His fingers soon join the party and he’s parting my lips and circling my entrance.
“Shit, Trey. More.”
I can feel the blush cover my cheeks at me practically begging him. This all new to me and it’s not something I have associated sex with. Oh, so slowly, he inserts one finger and pushes in and out. He continues to suck and lick at me, until I’m clutching at the sheets below me. An orgasm so strong, takes over my body, that I start to convulse beneath him.
Wow. I never thought it could have ever, felt that good.
Making sure that he’s rung me dry of my orgasm, a few moments later, he’s hovering above me, with his hands either side of my body. Just like that with him there, looking down on me, a memory I wish I could forget, comes back and haunts me….
Holding my hands above my head and pinning them down to the pillow beneath me, so I can’t move. His other hand pulls up my night shirt, before he forces my legs apart and removes himself from inside his slacks. Roughly, he pushes into me and a scream leaves the back of my throat. To shut me up, he bites my shoulder in warning, before his evil, cold eyes are on my crying ones.
“I warned you, Daisy.”
Thrust.
“I’ve told you time and time again.”
Thrust.
I can feel the burning pain from the inside out, as he carries on abusing my small and fragile body.
“You can scream all you want, but no-one is going to help you.”
The venom in his voice has me believing every word, he’s saying…
“Baby, look at me.”
I can hear Trey’s' voice, because it snaps me out of the god-awful memory. Without knowing I’ve done it; I’ve closed my eyes so tight; I’m petrified of opening them and ruining this.
“Open them up for me, Pink. I need to see that you’re still with me in this.”
One by one, I pry each eye open and my world stops. I’m not back there. Trey isn’t the evil monster that hurt me, and I won’t let him keep ruining my life anymore.
“There they are.”
He smiles at me and kisses me, taking about all of my hurt and pain with it.
“I thought I lost you there for a minute, are you still sure about this?”
Giving him my best brave smile, I nod my head.
“I just got lost in my head for a minute, I’m okay… honestly. I don’t want you to stop this.”
Trey strokes a lone finger down my cheek, before leaning across to the nightstand next to his bed and grabbing what I’m assuming is a condom.
Hearing the tear of the foil wrapper, I know I was right. I look down between us and watch him roll it onto his dick. When I see the size of it, I suck in a deep breath and wonder how the fuck it’s gonna fit inside me. I’m definitely no virgin. I also know that when they operated on me, I had to have stitches on the inside, to repair some of the damage. So, I know it’s gonna hurt at first. His eyes flash to mine and if once again he can sense that I’m about to freak out, he says.
“You’re nice and wet, baby. I’m not gonna lie, it might hurt at first, but we’ll get past that bit together. I’ve got you.”
Spreading my legs wider, I silently invite him to come to me and make love to me.
Coming
to rest over my body, he inserts two fingers to prepare me for his dick. In next to no time, I feel the build of an orgasm within me. Just when I think I’m about to crash over the edge, he removes them, and I feel the tip of him breaching my entrance. With a controlled thrust of his hips, he’s pushing all the way into me, stealing the wind out of me, as the sharp sting of pain hits. Gritting my teeth, I take his face in my hands and kiss him. Telling him silently, that I’m perfectly fine.
When he pulls away, I can see that he’s unsure.
“Please, Trey. Move.”
Giving in to my demand, he starts to move his hips against mine, at a slow and measured pace.
“Oh, sweet baby Jesus, you feel fucking amazing.”
I can see in the strained muscles of his neck, that he’s fighting to control himself with me. He keeps at the steady speed he started off with, as he continues to pull out of me and pushes back in. Soon, we’re both moaning so loud, that I’m grateful that his neighbors aren’t so close. The heat creeps up my body. The tingling sensation, that I’ve started to recognize as my orgasm building, gets stronger by the second. Without warning, I explode around him and his name once again, falls from my lips.
“God, baby. I could watch you cum all day long.”
With a few more strokes, he’s following me over the edge and into total bliss.
Chapter Thirty-Three
Trey
If I couldn’t feel the rapid thudding of my own heart beating beneath my chest, I’d swear that what just happened was a dream.
I’ve fucked plenty of women in my time, but nothing has ever compared to the all-consuming feeling, of sliding into the woman you love. A woman who has put her entire trust and faith in you.
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