Daisy (Archer's Creek Book 2)
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A deep sigh escapes from my throat and my head falls back against the wall with a thump. Wrapping my arm around her back I pull her to lie on top of me and breathe heavily into the top of her head. “Fuck.”
Angel chuckles softly. “Did I do okay?”
“Perfect baby, that was fucking perfect,” I force out, as lethargy fills my body and my muscles relax into the pillows.
I feel her arms flex and she starts to pull away from me, but I clamp my arm around her back and hold her tightly. “I need to get up,” she protests.
“Why? Stay here.”
“Because I’m sticky,” she says shyly.
Releasing my hold on her she immediately sits up and I catch a glimpse of the wetness on her stomach before my shirt falls down and covers it. Angel begins to move but wrapping my fingers around her wrist I stop her. “I want to see.”
“See what?” She asks.
“You, covered in my cum.” Releasing her wrist I bunch up the fabric of my shirt, slowly lifting it to reveal the remnants of my cum coating her skin. “Fuck,” I hiss, smoothing my hand across her stomach, rubbing my cum into her perfect flesh, branding her.
She silently watches me, her teeth biting at her bottom lip, her eyes hooded and filled with desire. “Come here and kiss me,” I order gently.
She falls into my chest and eagerly kisses me while my fingers slide down her back and over her ass. Who knew white cotton panties could be so sexy? Pushing my fingers underneath the fabric I start to slide around to the perfect wet pussy that’s hidden inside. My Angel couldn’t look any more perfect than she does right now. My fingertip slides into her heat and Angel moans as I skim over her clit.
Knock, knock, knock.
Groaning in protest, I reluctantly pull my hand from Angel’s panties, just as there’s another rap on the door. “Go jump in the shower, baby, and I’ll see who’s here.”
Angel nods and silently slides off me, dashing into the bathroom. My cock’s rock hard again, despite me only coming a few minutes ago. Flinching, I drag the fabric of my boxers over the sensitive head, roll off the bed and pad to the door to open it.
Grits smiles at me. “Good morning, sunshine. Where’s my Little Dove?”
“She’s in the shower,” I grumble.
“Okay, well I need to help her pick out an outfit, so go put some fucking clothes on and then go away while I help her get dressed,” Grits says with an annoying wink.
“I can help her get dressed,” I say, aggravated that I’m being told to leave, when I just want to stay holed up in my room with my girl.
“That girl is eighteen and about as innocent as they come, Daisy. You might have claimed her but you need to keep your dick in your pants.”
I growl a low angry noise. “Grits, I get that you like Angel and I’m grateful that you’re being a friend to her. But I’m only gonna tell you this once. She is my old lady. I would never, ever, do anything to hurt her or try to get her to do something she isn’t ready for. What we are or are not doing is none of your fucking business and we’re gonna have a huge fucking problem if you try to make it your business. You get me?”
Grits jaw hardens for a second, then she relaxes and nods. “Yeah, I get you. I also know that she doesn’t know anything about the club or the world we live in and she won’t if you keep her all to yourself. I only want to help her, and right now she needs to look the part.”
Blowing out a breath I nod, knowing that Grits is right. Angel needs to learn how to navigate the Sinner lifestyle and I can’t help her with that. “Yeah, okay, fine. Give me five.”
Grits nods and then turns and walks away. Closing the door, I turn toward the bathroom, my cock literally straining towards the room where Angel is naked and wet. Groaning loudly, I yank open the drawers of my dresser and pull out clean clothes. I change quickly, knowing if I stay in here for too long, the temptation to go help Angel shower will be too much and all my good intentions of taking things slow will be shot to hell.
I’m fully dressed and pulling on my boots when the bathroom door opens, and a pink skinned Angel emerges from a cloud of steam. Her hair is wet and hanging around her bare shoulders and the only thing hiding her body from me is a small white towel.
“Oh, hi,” she says and pads around the bed to where her backpack is leaning against the wall. She grips the towel tightly with one hand as she other roots around the backpack, pulling out another pair of those sensible cotton panties.
When she turns to face me, my eyes are riveted to the hint of her cleavage that’s on show as the towel slips down her damp body. I force myself to look back at my boots and my fingers fumble with the laces. Eventually I manage to get them on and stand up quickly, looking from Angel to the door and then back again. “I should go so you can get dressed.”
“Oh, err, yeah. Or you could stay, I mean if you want to,” she mumbles, her eyes firmly fixed on her feet.
I’m not sure if I heard her right. “What?”
She doesn’t say anything for a long moment, then her eyes drift up to meet mine. “I mean you don’t have to leave while I get dressed. Oh God, what I’m trying to say is that, err, I don’t mind if you stay.”
I take slow steps toward her. “You want me to stay here, in this room, while you get dressed?” I clarify and try to tone down the hope in my voice.
She looks at me, then her gaze falls to her hands and she fidgets, twisting the fabric of her towel. “I. You don’t have to. It’s just that I’ve seen you naked and I thought, that maybe, you know…”
“Come here, baby,” I coo, and she quickly closes the space between us. Sinking down onto the edge of the bed I pull her between my legs. “This isn’t tit-for-tat, Angel. Do I want to see you naked? Hell fucking yes, I do. I like touching you, I really like you touching me, but I don’t have an ulterior motive. I’m in deep so it doesn’t matter how long it takes for us to take these steps because we have all the time in the world.”
“I’m making such a mess of this,” Angel says lifting her hands to cover her face.
“What are you talking about, baby?”
“I just, I want to be brave enough to just drop this towel and stand here, but I’m not.”
Her eyes look a little lost and my stomach drops. Reaching forward I pull her hands from her face and cup her chin, tilting her so our eyes lock. “You’re so fucking brave, Angel, never doubt that. I don’t expect you to start walking around the room naked, but if you want to share your beautiful body with me I’m not gonna lie and say I don’t want to see you.”
“Will you help me?” She asks, her eyes burning into mine.
I nod and lift my hands up to the edges of the towel. My eyes stay on hers as I slowly loosen the towel and let it slide down her body. Resting my hands on her hips, the towel pools across my arms so only her breasts are exposed.
I don’t fucking know how I do it, but I keep my eyes on her face. Her chest expands as she pulls in a breath and then exhales. She closes her eyes, then opens them again, offering me a half smile and I pull her forward and kiss her gently.
Angel pulls back first, and her eyes fall to her breasts. My gaze drops, and I gasp at the perfection that’s six inches from my mouth. Her breasts are small, but perky and high; her nipples are a rosy pink color and forgetting myself for a minute, I lean forward and lick the tip with my tongue. Her inhale of air is loud, and I quickly check she’s okay with the change of direction, from show and tell, to interactive display.
One of her hands lifts to my head and when I cautiously lean forward and lick the other nipple, she tangles her fingers in my hair and holds me to her. I don’t want to drop the towel around her waist so only touching her with my tongue, I draw patterns around her nipple and then suck the whole thing into my mouth.
Angel moans loudly and her head tips back in pleasure. Releasing her nipple from my mouth with a pop I move to the other side, repeating the same action. Dropping small kisses along her skin I trace the swell of her breasts while she watc
hes me with hooded eyes.
“Perfect,” I whisper, pulling her closer. Her fingers are clenched tightly around her panties and reaching up I take them from her. Keeping my eyes locked on hers, I hold them by her feet and she steps into them. I slide them up her legs and over her tight ass until they’re covering her pussy.
Dropping the towel, I let my eyes run the full length of her body. “You’re fucking perfect, baby. Let’s take things one step at a time. You shared those beautiful tits with me and that’s enough for now. I don’t need you to suddenly become an exhibitionist. I want to savor you and earn everything you give me. I’m all yours, baby, but I’m happy to take my time and wait for you to give yourself completely to me because when you do I’ll never give you back.”
The anxiety and fear settle in her eyes and she throws herself into my chest, hugging me tightly. I fucking love that she’s starting to touch me more freely. I wouldn’t have called myself a tactile person before I met Angel, but now I want her near me, touching me as much as possible. I’ve watched Echo with Liv and wondered why he was always pulling her into his lap or holding her against his chest. Honestly, I thought he was just marking his territory, but maybe, like me he just can’t stand to have her near and not have his hands on her. I’m starting to crave Angel, even after spending all night holding her close, I don’t want to leave her.
“Thank you,” Angel says, pulling away from my chest but keeping her arms wrapped around my neck.
“What for?” I ask.
“Everything,” she says, simply. “In the last week my life’s imploded and outside of this room it’s all chaos, but somehow when it’s just me and you I forget all the bad stuff. I like you. I don’t really understand how all of this happened, but I like you and I like the way you make me feel. When it’s just me and you, I’m not scared anymore and for the first time in two years I don’t want to hide.”
My heart pounds as she speaks. Every hour we spend here in our little safe haven I can see her finding herself again and it makes me want to lock the door and bubble wrap her against the rest of the world.
The knock at the door forces me to release her and I curse the Prez’s old lady and her desire to help. “Fucking Grits,” I grumble under my breath.
Lifting Angel into the air I place her on the floor in front of me and grab one of my t-shirts from my drawer. I pull it over her head, hiding her perfect breasts from my view. My cock twitches in dismay and I silently promise it some relief later. Though the idea of jerking off in the shower, is nowhere near as appealing as having Angel’s tiny hands wrapped around my cock again.
Striding over to the door, I pull it open with a scowl. Grits smiles widely at my expression and breezes past me and into the room.
“Bye, Daisy, she’ll be ready in thirty minutes,” Grits says dismissing me.
Throwing a glare at Grits, I turn to Angel. “Come here, baby.”
She rushes across the room and as soon as she’s close enough, I pull her closer and kiss her thoroughly. When I release her she sways slightly, a ghost of a smile across her lips.
“Have fun with Grits, I’ll see you out there in a while,” I say.
“Okay,” she whispers and stands on her tiptoes to kiss me quickly before she bounces over to Grits who is busy laying out clothes on the bed.
Like a fucking pussy, I spend a minute just staring at her before I pull on my cut and finally force myself to walk away.
I glance over my shoulder just as the bedroom door clicks shut. Sighing wistfully I turn my focus back to Grits.
“Okay, so I might have gone a little OTT,” Grits says as we both stand in front of the bed which is now covered in clothes and shoes.
“Grits, look at all this stuff, this is too much. Is it all refundable?”
Grits laughs and throws her arm around my shoulder. “You need clothes. I hadn’t exactly planned on filling your closet without you, but I’m not going to return anything.”
“I don’t have enough money for all of this,” I say, panic starting to edge into my voice, as I silently calculate how much all these clothes cost.
“These are my gift—a welcome to the Sinners present. Plus, I like to shop, and Anders likes to indulge me. Next time we test out his credit card you’re coming with me and then you can get anything else you need too.”
Shaking my head, I twist my fingers together. “Grits, I can’t accept all of these. Anders is already doing so much for me, I feel like I’m taking advantage.”
“You listen here, Little Dove, it’s my money just as much as it’s Anders. So how bout you just say thank you and then we can play dress up,” Grits winks at me and lifts a shirt from the bed, holding it out in front of me.
Tears well in my eyes and I realize how lucky I am to have met this woman. She’s been so helpful and supportive to me—a complete stranger. I reach for her hand and she looks over her shoulder at me. “Thank you,” I say. “Thank you for the clothes, but more than that, just thank you. Thank you for being so kind to me. Since I turned up here and got you all involved in my drama you’ve been so incredibly nice and supportive, and I can’t begin to tell you how much that means to me. So, thank you.”
“You’re welcome, baby girl. You might have brought some drama, but fate delivered you to us and I’m positive this is exactly where you were meant to end up.”
I squeeze Grits hand and she smiles, pulling me into a tight hug. When we separate, we both have tears in our eyes, but at least for me they’re not sad tears and I start to think she might be right, I’m exactly where I’m meant to be.
“I like that,” I say pointing to a denim skirt with buttons going down the front.
Grits wiggles her eyebrows at me and lifts the skirt up. Handing it to me she grabs a handful of other items, thrusting them at me and ushering me into the bathroom.
I emerge a few minutes later with a huge smile on my face. “I love this outfit,” I gush.
Messing with the heap of clothes on the bed, she turns to look at me and her face splits into a grin. “That is so cute on you.”
Spinning around I look at myself in the mirror. The denim skirt is mid-thigh and tight, but Grits has paired it with a loose white tank top tucked into the skirt and an oversized check print shirt left open over the top. The shirt hangs lower than the skirt at the back and covers the remaining bruises on my thighs. But the best part of the outfit is the amazing thigh-high, black suede boots, they have a chunky heel and the buttery soft suede fits like a glove.
“I love these boots,” I say, smiling and reaching down to stroke at the soft material.
“You just need this to finish the look,” Grits says, dropping a long silver rope chain over my head that settles between my breasts.
She pulls my hair up into a high ponytail and like yesterday only adds a slick of mascara to my lashes. “Perfect,” she says, and then starts to collect up the clothes from the bed. “Come help me get these clothes hung up and then we can go find Daisy. I’m sure he’s chomping at the bit to have you back already.
I watch her open the closet and start to hang the new clothes up. “Errmm, I’m not sure I should be filling Daisy’s closet with all of these clothes without asking him.”
She looks at me, her brow wrinkled in confusion. “Why?”
“Because this is his room and I can’t just fill it with my stuff.”
“Baby girl, this is your room now too, at least until you guys find a place of your own. Trust me, Daisy isn’t gonna care if you hang up some clothes in his closet.”
Freezing at her words, I slump down onto the bed. Am I ready to move in with Daisy? We really don’t know each other that well. I like him a lot, in fact I’m pretty sure I’m starting to fall in love with him, but moving in together is a really big thing.
“What’s happened, Dove, are you okay?” Grits asks, rushing across the room.
“I’m fine,” I say, forcing the words past the lump in my throat.
“You’re not fine, you’re having
a crisis. So, tell me what set you off.”
I lift my head up so I can focus on Grits, her worried face is hovering above mine. “I can’t move in with someone I’ve known for less than a week. It’s not right. I’m only eighteen and don’t people normally date for at least a year before they take a huge step like that? We haven’t even had sex yet. What if I’m no good at it and Daisy dumps me? Who keeps the apartment? I want to go to school, I can’t afford an apartment on my own.”
“Okay, slow down, Dove. Let’s look at this one thing at a time. Firstly, if you don’t want to move in with him, then don’t. I’ve already told you that you can come and live with me and Anders, and he agrees that we’d love to have you. Secondly, Daisy’s your old man and regardless of sex he wants you enough to put a property patch on your chest. When you’re ready for the physical side of things, Daisy will look after you. He’ll show you what to do, until you figure out what makes you both feel good. Thirdly, that boy is in deep with you and he wants to make you happy. If that’s going to school, then I’m willing to lay money on the fact that he’ll do everything he can to support you. Until you came along he always seemed like he was just going through the motions, but with you he comes alive. He’s one of the good ones, Dove, but if you’re having second thoughts—if he’s not the guy for you—then you need to call time on this. Our help is not dependent on you and Daisy being a couple. Okay?”
I jolt back in shock. “No. I’m not leaving. I don’t want to call time on anything. Daisy is… Daisy’s mine.”
Grits tilts her head to the side and smiles. “Yes he is, baby girl, and you’re his. Everything else will sort itself out with time.”
I nod and my breathing starts to slow from its erratic pace. “What if we don’t have endless time? I’ve lost the last two years of my life and my sister was dead before she turned twenty; we have no idea what tomorrow will bring.”
Grits smile turns sad. “That’s true, we don’t know what’s going to happen tomorrow or two years from now, so make the most of every moment you have. Let’s start by going and finding our men, I’m hungry.”