by Sam Crescent
Now, she was still fuller, and she loved her food. Since being around Holly and Mary, it had only increased her love of food. Those two women were deadly for a woman’s hips, and she should know. She’d gone up a dress size in the weeks she’d been at the clubhouse, and she’d visited the women at their homes. Deadly, the pair of them.
“Hey, Landon. Hey, Maria. You two okay?” Holly asked. She had Drake in a baby swing and was gently moving it to the squealing boy.
“Good, I’m good. What about you?” Maria asked.
“Me, I was telling hot little Maria that I’m not cut out for a suit. My sexy body needs more focus than being confined to something tight and restricting.”
Mary snorted. “Seriously, you’re the most conceited man I know, and I’m married to Pike. He’s pretty conceited, too.”
“We’re good in bed,” Landon said.
“Stop giving my wife ideas,” Pike said, coming up behind Mary. He wrapped his arm around her, kissing her neck.
Maria loved the club, and she understood why Daisy was part of it. If he’d given her a chance after she exposed her innermost wants, she’d never have made him pick between her and the club. She wanted to be with him and the club.
Everyone started talking with each other, and she couldn’t help but watch them, wishing she’d known them a lot longer. They were amazing together, one big happy family. Zoe came out with Raoul, joining the group.
“Maria,” Daisy said, shouting her name.
Her cheeks heated as everyone turned toward her.
“Looks like someone’s in trouble,” Landon said.
Zoe slapped him around the back of the head. “Leave her alone.”
She saw the deep friendship between the two, and Landon laughed, pulling her into his body for a hug. “Love you, too.”
“Leave my girl alone before I kill you,” Raoul said.
“Ugh.”
“See, seriously alpha tendencies here,” Landon said.
“I better go and see what he wants.” Tucking her hair behind her ears, Maria made her way across the yard toward where Daisy stood near his bike. She hated how attracted she was to him. He was an asshole, and there’s no way she should like him, and yet, she did.
Makes no sense.
Crazy body.
Crazy thoughts.
“Yes?” she asked, stepping in front of him. She forced herself to stare into his eyes. He’d been screwing another woman even after she’d told him she wanted a chance with him. Okay, so he hadn’t exactly confirmed they were going to be in a relationship, but she’d opened up to him.
“We’re going away for a couple of weeks, maybe even longer.”
“Excuse me?”
“You, me, and we’re going to see what happens.”
She could only just stare at him. “Okay, you’ve completely lost me.”
“We talked about being together. You becoming mine, and us exploring what we have together.” He stepped closer toward her, but Maria held her ground.
“You’ve got to be kidding me right?” she asked.
“No, I’ve arranged for everything. We can leave now. Beth knows.”
“I’m not going away with you. What we talked about a week ago no longer applies.”
Daisy paused, rubbing his eyes. “Why?”
“Why? You think I don’t know about the women you’ve been screwing?”
“They don’t matter.”
She snorted. “I don’t care.” She glanced behind her, and stepped close to him, inhaling his masculine scent. “I opened up to you. I gave you a chance, and it has been a damned week. You’ve been fucking other women, and that’s it. Fuck all the women you like, I’m not going to give myself to a man who can’t keep it in his pants.” She wanted to be in a relationship where the man was in control, but there also had to be respect. Maria wasn’t going to be some kind of doormat even though some people really thought that was going to be the case.
Maria went to walk away, but Daisy grabbed her arm. “I made a mistake.”
“Guess what, I don’t care.” She pulled out of his hold and was about to march away, but Daisy stopped her. He moved in front of her, tossed her over his shoulder, and carried her toward his car.
“Get off me. Help! Help me!” She yelled for anyone to come and help her.
No one came rushing to her rescue. They simply laughed and waved.
She wasn’t scared. Maria was angry, and she started thumping his ass, even though it was a very nice ass, with her fists.
He dumped her into the car, and she tried to climb out of the car only for him to have locked it already.
Beth came out of the main clubhouse and gave her a wave. It was a waste of time fighting. Folding her arms, Maria slumped down in her chair, feeling like a child. She was hurting, and yes, she was jealous, so damn jealous of the other women he was with.
Chapter Two
Daisy glanced across the car toward the woman who had literally flipped in his arms. Fucking hell, Maria had a lot of fight inside her. He also knew he’d hurt her. “I’m sorry,” he said, giving her another look.
“I don’t want to hear it. I’m not interested in you.”
She wiped under her nose, and he felt like the world’s biggest asshole as tears filled her eyes.
“I’m a jerk.”
“Yes, you are. I told you that I wanted a man to take charge. I know we weren’t a couple, but I told you what I wanted to give you. I wanted to give you everything, Daisy, and what did you do? You went and fucked other women. The club whores who screw anyone. How would you have felt if I’d jumped into bed with Landon? Or Knuckles? Or anyone else in the club?”
He gripped the steering wheel even tighter, gritting his teeth. “I wouldn’t have liked it.”
“I told you what I crave, what I want, and what I need. I accept that I’m not a conventional woman, but I’ll only ever give myself to a man I trust. I’m not going to sit back and let someone be unfaithful.”
Daisy listened to her and knew he’d made a mistake. “I’ve been part of the Trojans for a long time. I tried the whole girlfriend thing five years ago. I don’t do relationships—”
“Then take me back to the clubhouse. I’m not interested in sharing, or having more than two people to a relationship.”
“I’m not going to take you back.”
“But you just said—”
“I know what I said. Look, I fucked up. What you’re offering me, I tried once before. The woman I was with, she didn’t consider me all that good. She believed I was controlling, and that no woman wanted a man like me. So I stopped hoping and craving, taking the release I needed out of the club women. This is all new to me.”
Maria growled. “You’re treating me like I was some other woman? Great, thanks, Daisy.”
He pulled up against the nearest curb, and slammed his fist against the wheel. “Fuck, fucking, fuck.” This was not going exactly as he hoped.
Turning to stare at the woman who had him all tied up in knots, he glared at her. Her raven hair cascaded all around her, contrasting with her pale skin. She’d been in the sun a lot, but she still hadn’t tanned. He loved her silky soft skin. Her blue eyes shot fire at him, and filled him with warmth. Every time she looked at him, she heated him up from the inside out.
Daisy couldn’t recall a time when a woman had affected him like this. She twisted him in knots, made him want shit that he’d forced deep inside.
“Do you want me to take you back to the clubhouse?” When she went to answer, he placed a finger over her lips. “Remember, this will be it between us. No going back, and I’ll not ask you to consider this again. We’ll be done.”
He didn’t know what to expect from her. Would she demand he take her back, or give him another chance?
She bit her lip and turned to face the road ahead. He’d give anything to be inside her head.
“If we do this, you’ve got to promise me there’s not going to be any more women, Daisy,” she said.
“One month, to see where this goes?” she asked.
“That’s what I’m figuring. I’m not going to pressure you. We’ve got to get to know each other, and I figured we’d do that away from the prying eyes of the club.”
“What happens when we get back?”
His mouth was dry. This had to be the craziest start to any relationship he’d been in. “Let’s just handle today.”
She nodded, rubbing her hands down her thick thighs. Fuck, he’d had so many dreams of her wrapped around his cock, squeezing his hips as he pounded inside her. His cock thickened just over the thought of being with her. Without caring that she was looking at his dick, he moved it to a more comfortable position.
“What the hell are you doing?”
“You made my dick hard. It’s uncomfortable.” He wasn’t going to change who he was.
Chancing a quick glance at her, he saw her cheeks were flushed. “I can’t believe you did that.”
“I’m not some virgin, Maria. I like sex, and I’m not going to pretend that I’m not comfortable in my own skin.”
“I’m a virgin.”
“I know. We’re going to break down those insecurities and build you back up.” Daisy opened a window as it suddenly started to get a little too hard to think. Her feminine scent seemed to cling to every part of the car, invading his senses.
“I don’t have insecurities.”
“If I pulled up at a diner and I asked you to hand me your panties after you go to the toilet, would you?”
“No!”
“Then you’ve got insecurities, and I want you to do exactly as I say. I’ll want to dress you how I want, and to be available to me. I’m not going to hold back.”
There she went biting her lip once again, and he saw a diner up ahead. Time to test his theory. Parking his car, he pulled up the hand brake, and turned toward her. Cupping her face, he turned her toward him, pulling on the lip that was between her teeth.
“You make me want to bite that fucking lip.” Leaning forward, he took her lip between his teeth, giving it a playful tug. In the next second he covered her mouth, claiming the kiss he’d been wanting since the first moment he saw her pull up at the Trojans MC clubhouse. She was fucking sweet, and she made him yearn to be the right man for her. Sliding his tongue across her bottom lip, he waited for her to gasp, so that he could plunder her mouth. He was going to fuck her pussy like this.
He’d take her cherry with his cock first, and then he was going to lick her sweet cunt with his tongue. His mouth watered for a chance to taste her sweetness. She’d be so damn good to taste. Stroking her cheek, he deepened the kiss, wanting to consume her, and never let her go.
Pulling away, he saw her eyes were closed, and she leaned a little closer to get him to kiss her.
“Let’s go and eat.” Climbing out of the car, he made his way around the car, opening her door. He took her hand and helped her out.
“I’m not hungry.”
“I am, and you can keep me company while I eat.” He kept hold of her hand as they walked into the diner. Daisy was still wearing his Trojans leather cut, and he was never going to take it off.
They took a seat toward the back, and Maria glanced around. “They’re staring.”
“Trojans carry a bad rep, babe. They’re going to look, and be worried. They can keep on looking.” He grabbed a menu and opened it up.
Maria moved around the table and took a seat beside him.
“You’re not going to ask me to remove my jacket?” he asked.
“Why would I do that?” She looked up at him.
“You said people were staring.”
“And you said that people can stare. I love your jacket. I’m not going to ask you to remove something that’s hot.” She shrugged. “If they’re uncomfortable, tough.”
She’d surprised him, and that was hard to do.
Smiling at her, he wrapped his arm around her shoulders, tugging her against him. “I want you to go into the bathroom, and remove your panties. Bring them back to me.”
“How?”
“Take your jeans completely off, remove your panties, put your jeans back on, and bring them to me.”
“I know how to take my panties off.”
Her cheeks were flushed, and the bra she wore wasn’t padded. He got a good shot of her full rounded tits and pointed nipples. She really was amazing. Daisy couldn’t wait to get his mouth on her. He’d spend hours sucking her nipples, and biting on them. Would she like just a little pain?
She took a deep breath, but got up from the table.
“I’ll order for us.”
Maria nodded but didn’t look back.
He admired her ass while she walked away. Daisy wanted to bite her ass, and sink inside her hot little body.
Virgin body.
No matter what he thought, he was a doomed man. He wanted her, and there was nothing he could do about that. There was a chance that he’d be able to get everything he ever dreamed of, and he wasn’t going to screw it up.
****
Maria sat on the toilet and fought the battle inside herself. Part of her wanted to tell him to fuck off, but it was the same part of her that told her she had to, right? Women had a right to stand up to men, and to demand they see them as something more. She’d heard girls during high school, and even listened to other women talking about how they’d put their men in their place.
I’m so confused.
Taking her panties off would give her pleasure as much as it would Daisy.
Toeing off her shoes, she removed her jeans and panties. Placing her panties in her pocket, she zipped up her jeans.
Leaving the toilet, she walked toward the sinks and stared at her reflection. Her hair was pulled back into a ponytail, and her cheeks were flushed. Splashing her warm cheeks, she tried to cool them down, but nothing was actually happening.
“I can do this.”
She wanted to do this.
Stop thinking about what others say you should want.
This is what you want.
You want to belong to Daisy.
For as long as she could remember she’d been intrigued by Daisy. Staying with Beth over the summer had allowed her the chance to feed her addiction for his friend’s brother.
I’m evil.
She’d spent a great deal of time daydreaming about him.
Stepping out of the toilet, she saw Daisy was sipping from a cup.
I can do this.
We’re exploring this together, and it’s going to be fun.
Fun?
Since being at the Trojans MC clubhouse, she’d not contacted her parents. They cared about her, but they were so consumed by each other that they probably didn’t notice that she was gone.
Taking a seat at the table, he nodded toward the tall glass. “I got you a chocolate milkshake.”
Her heart started to pound as she stared at the tall glass with the frothy milkshake and the pink straw poking out of it.
Chocolate milkshake was her favorite.
“How did you know?” she asked, touched.
Daisy leaned in close so that his lips were close to her ear. “Do you really think I’ve not noticed you?”
Glancing over at him, she saw that he was studying her.
“What?”
He smiled. “I’ve been watching you, Maria. I know a great deal about you.”
“Like what?” she asked.
“First, give me your panties.”
She didn’t even try to bargain with him. Maria handed him her panties as discreetly as she could, looking around the room to see if anyone was watching them.
No one was giving them a second glance. They must have gotten over Daisy’s jacket.
“Good girl.” He pocketed them, and took another sip of his coffee, black, with four sugars. She’d watched him pour himself a cup enough times. “You don’t like peas, mushrooms, or canned fish. You like everything that is fresh, and you’ve got an addiction to spices. Chocolate and raspberry is your favorite combination, and you also happen to like vanilla ice cream.” When she thought he was going to stop, he didn’t. “You prefer flat shoes even though you can never reach anything on the top shelf. Nor do you like having your toenails painted, yet you allow Beth to do it as it relaxes her. You love children and enjoy taking care of them. Your favorite color is pastel blue, and you don’t like wearing sun lotion. Christmas and the winter is your favorite time of the year. Do you want me to go on?”
“How do you know all this stuff?” she asked, shocked.
“I know a hell of a lot more. You love making friends even though it scares you. I also know you love the club, and you’re comfortable around them. They’re like a family, but they’ll never hurt you.”
Biting her lip, she couldn’t help but stare at him, wondering about that small kiss they’d shared in the car.
“You’re thinking dirty thoughts. Whenever you’re thinking something dirty, you get all flushed. It’s a fucking hot look on you, and I want to see it more often. Stop biting your lip, and take a drink of your milkshake.”
She reached for her drink and took a sip. The chocolate flavor was intense but not overpowering. She closed her eyes, taking her time to bask in the taste.
“Good?”
“The best,” she said. “Thank you.”
Maria was excited to see what else he’d ordered. Some of the men she’d dated back at home would order some alcohol or tea for her to drink, or worse, soda. She hated soda.
“Your panties felt wet. You’re aroused.” He’d turned so that she had his full attention.
“I don’t know what to say to that.”
“Tell me what aroused you.”
She stared at her drink, trying to find a reason.
“Don’t think of a lie. Tell me the truth.”
“You.” She answered as honestly as she could.
“Me.”
“Yes.”
He aroused her in ways that were not easily described. She didn’t know what to do about it. Every other guy that she’d dated had left her feeling cold. Not Daisy. He got her hot, and she imagined doing stuff she’d never thought possible.
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