Daisy (Archer's Creek Book 2)

by Gemma Weir

  “I want to have sex.”

  My eyebrows furrow in confusion and I sink down onto the bed. “Hold on, Angel. You want to have sex?”

  “Yes.”

  “Where’s this coming from?” I ask.

  What the fuck is going on? My cock’s been rock hard since the word sex came out of her beautiful mouth, but as much as I might want to, I’m not going to have sex with her right now. If she were any other woman I’d be naked and getting my cock sucked already, but this is Angel. She’s innocent, a virgin. I don’t want her first time to be a quick fuck while she’s frightened and waiting for her psycho dad to try to kidnap her. As much as it makes me a huge fucking pussy I want her first sexual experience to be special, I want it to be about us, and not a desperate act shrouded in fear.

  “Angel, I’m not gonna have sex with you today,” I say simply.

  “Why not?”

  “Because that’s not how I want our first time together to be. I don’t want you to be thinking about all the bullshit that’s going on at the minute, or your fucking dad. The first time I slide inside of you I want you to be one hundred percent focused on us.”

  Angel sighs and rolls her eyes.

  “Angel, what the fuck is going on?”

  “I just, want… need something to take my mind off it. He’s coming, Daisy. The moment the sheriff tells him I’m here, he’ll come and he’ll try to take me. I’m going to drive myself crazy just sitting here and thinking.”

  She starts to pace backwards and forwards in front of me. Grabbing her hand, I stop her movement and pull her into me. “I’m not going to fuck you today, baby. I don’t want your dad to be any part of that, but I can help you stop thinking if that’s what you need.”

  Her huge doe eyes focus on me and I watch her think over my words. A few seconds pass and she still hasn’t spoken. “Is that what you need, baby? If you want me to quiet that mind of yours, all you have to do is ask.”

  “Help me stop thinking. Please,” she whispers.

  Standing, I pull her close to me and kiss her. Her eyes fall closed and she lets out a moan of pleasure when my tongue starts to tangle with hers. When her body starts to relax into me I pull away from her lips and lift her into the air. She gasps and grips my shoulders tightly as I turn her, placing her on the bed. Her tiny body settles against the pillows and crawling between her legs I hold myself hovering above her.

  “I want to kiss you, baby. I want to tease and lick and stroke you until you can’t think about anything other than the sensation of my tongue.”

  “You just kissed me, Daisy,” she giggles.

  “I know, baby, and your lips are fucking delicious, but now I want to kiss you here.” My hand slides up her thigh and I gently stroke one finger along the length of her pussy.

  Her mouth forms an ‘O’ shape and her cheeks tinge pink. “I want your taste on my tongue. I want to lick where my fingers were last night. Do you want me to?”

  Her eyes are wide, and I suddenly regret my words. “It’s okay if you’re not ready, I’ll find some other way to distract you.”

  “I’ve never, no-one’s ever done that to me,” she says, stumbling over her words.

  “I know, baby, and I can’t wait to be the first.”

  Pulling her bottom lip between her teeth, I watch as she thinks. “Okay,” she whispers in a breathy voice.

  All of the air in my lungs lurches out of me in a surprised exhale. I need to know that she really wants this and that she’s not just doing it because I suggested it. “I want you to say it, Angel. Ask me to taste you.”

  I hold my breath, unsure what she’ll do. My mouth waters. I want to eat her perfect pussy more than anything, the taste of her on my fingers last night has been haunting me. I want to run my tongue through her hot, wet sex, and give her orgasm after orgasm, until her only conscious thought is my name.

  “Daisy,” she says, her voice breathy and unsure. “I want you to taste me.”

  I grin wickedly at her. “Baby, I’m gonna make you feel so good.” Leaning down I take her lips in a consuming kiss. Forcing my tongue into her mouth, I rub it against hers, until her hands tangle into my hair, pulling at the short strands. A small moan escapes her and pulling back, I nip at her bottom lip before trailing kisses along her jaw and down her neck.

  She watches me lick a hot, wet path along the swell of her breasts, moving down her body until I’m resting on my elbows between her thighs. I push her skirt upwards, slowing revealing her cotton covered pussy. There’s a small, dark, wet spot on the fabric and I hold in the groan that tries to force its way from me. I drop a kiss against the pale skin of her inner thigh and she jumps. “You okay, Angel? If you want me to stop just say the word.”

  “No. No, don’t stop,” she rasps.

  Kissing the soft skin right below her panties, the smell of her arousal fills my nose. “Fuck, Angel, you smell so good.”

  I run my finger up and down her sex, circling her clit through the damp fabric. Angel arches her back, tilting her pussy closer to my fingers. “Patience, baby,” I coo, as I press my tongue against her panties, teasing her.

  She whimpers, and her hands grip the quilt beneath her. Trailing my fingers up to the waist of her panties, I slowly start to peel them over her hips. Angel lifts her ass off the bed and I slide the fabric down her thighs, removing them completely. Lifting them to my nose, I inhale deeply, before dropping them to the floor.

  Settling myself between her legs, I push her thighs apart. Her pussy is all smooth, pale skin. “I like this, baby. I thought you’d have some hair down here, but I fucking love being able to see and taste every inch of you.”

  Using a single finger, I stroke over her clit and straight down the length of her sex. Dipping just the tip inside her, I stroke back up to her clit and circle gently. Angel gasps loudly and her hips lurch into the air. Pressing a hand to her hips I hold her still as I replace my finger with my tongue.

  Pushing on the back of one of her thighs, I encourage her to lift her leg and bend it at the knee. Once she’s fully open, I lean forward and lick from the top of her sex all the way down to her asshole. Her taste hits my tongue and I groan in pleasure, immediately wanting more.

  I flick my tongue over her clit and Angel cries, her back arching off the bed. Licking a path between her hot, wet folds, I plunge my tongue inside her and start to fuck her tight pussy. Using my hands, I keep her legs apart, as her thighs try to clamp around my head. I alternate between licking her clit and fucking her with my tongue, until she’s chanting indecipherable words, gasps and moans.

  Sliding a single finger inside her soaked pussy, I flick my tongue over her clit and start to pump my finger in and out of her slowly. Her hips flex and twitch as she writhes on the bed, forcing her pussy into my face.

  I slide a second finger into her tight sex and speed up the movement of my tongue. Her pussy clamps down onto my fingers and her stomach clenches and tightens as her orgasm builds. Swirling my tongue in circles across her swollen clit, I feel the exact moment her orgasm peaks. Her pussy pulses, gripping my fingers, and her arousal fills my mouth. Her back lifts off the bed and she cries out in a scream of bliss.

  Before her orgasm fades, I gently curl my fingers inside her and slowly massage against her swollen muscles. I flick my tongue across her sensitive clit and she cries out.

  “Oh God, oh God. Daisy, oh my God.” Her words are punctuated by her hips twisting and grinding into my tongue. Within moments another orgasm hits and her body jerks upwards, a keening cry falling from her parted lips.

  I watch as her pleasure abates, and her body collapses back onto the quilt. Her chest rises and falls in ragged pants and her eyes are closed. Her muscles slowly relax, and she melts into the pillows, a contented sigh falling from her lips.

  Reluctantly, I pull away from her pussy and stare at her pink swollen folds, glistening with a mixture of my saliva and her arousal. My cock’s so fucking hard it hurts. Reaching down I adjust myself before dropp
ing a final kiss to Angel’s pussy and moving up the bed to lie down beside her.

  She crawls into my arms and rests her head on my chest. “Thank you,” she whispers reverently.

  I chuckle. “You’re welcome, baby.”

  Her erratic breaths gradually slow and when I think she’s fallen asleep I curl her closer into my body and rest my head on top of hers.

  “Daisy.”

  “Yeah, Angel.”

  “I think I’m falling in love with you.”

  “Is that cause I just gave you two orgasms?” I ask playfully.

  Her finger digs into my ribs. “I take it back, I’m not falling in love with you.”

  Flipping her onto her back I lie on top of her, caging her in with my arms. “Say it again, Angel.”

  Huge doe eyes soften, and she lifts her head up and gently kisses my lips. “I’m falling in love with you, Daisy.”

  Cupping her cheek with my hand I stroke my thumb across her soft skin. “I’m falling in love with you too, Angel.”

  The weight of his body on top of mine is perfect and wrapping my arms around his neck I cling to him, holding him in place. My skirt is still pushed up around my hips, my panties forgotten on the floor and I can feel his hard erection pushing against my sex. I want to have sex with him. I’m scared of the inevitable pain but despite that I want him to make love to me.

  It’s only been a few days. My father would call me an idiot and a whore for giving myself to a man I really don’t know that well. But I’m falling in love with him and I want to be his completely, in every possible way.

  Our gazes are locked, and I can’t look away. He’s so beautiful but rugged at the same time. The look in his eyes is full of earnest emotion, he doesn’t even need to speak for me to know what he’s thinking, because I can see my own thoughts reflected back at me through his eyes.

  “Daisy?” I whisper.

  “Angel.”

  “I’m so glad we found each other.”

  His fingers stroke my hair. “Me too.”

  We fall silent again, our eyes never wavering, our bodies touching, our hearts beating in sync.

  “Daisy?”

  “Yeah?”

  “Grits said that I could move in with her and Anders once this stuff with my father is over.”

  His eyes snap back into focus and his face twists into a scowl. “What?”

  “I can’t go home, and I didn’t know if you’d want me to stay here with you.”

  “I swear you don’t hear anything I say to you. I’m falling in love with you. I want us to be together, living together, growing together. You’re mine and I’m yours, that’s not a temporary thing Angel, that’s forever. It took me twenty-one years to find you, I’m never gonna be stupid enough to let you go,” he says, his voice a mix of exasperated and passionate.

  “Daisy?”

  “Angel,” he says pensively.

  “I filled up your closet with the clothes Grits brought me.”

  A laugh bursts from him and he smiles. “Good. I want your stuff all mixed in with my stuff. I want my life full of you, and you can have the whole closet if you promise never to talk about moving in with Grits again.”

  “I might need the whole closet. She wants to take me shopping for even more stuff.”

  “If it’s more clothes like the stuff you’ve worn the last couple of days, then the closet’s yours, baby,” he says with a wink.

  Lifting my head from his chest I steal a quick kiss, then let my head fall back down again. “My father’s going to come here and I’m going to have to see him, aren’t I?”

  Daisy nods. “Yeah, I think so. I wish I could deal with him for you but he’s gonna need to see us together. We might need to put on a bit of a show for him, especially if he brings Carduccio or any of his henchmen with him. We need to send the message that you’re not an innocent little virgin anymore.”

  I start to speak, but Daisy stops me.

  “I know you’re still a virgin, baby, but we need him to think that I’ve corrupted you and that we’re fucking like we’re auditioning for a porno. My guess is that you appealed to Carduccio and his kid because you were untouched. Once he sees or hears that you’re my old lady, then you’re just a beautiful girl. Beautiful girls are ten a penny, but beautiful virgins that look like you are a much rarer breed.”

  I nod. “I keep thinking this is all just a horrible nightmare, that I’m going to wake up and Nicole’s still going to be alive. My father’s trying to sell me; I just don’t understand how this has become my life.”

  Daisy pulls me on top of him, his arms wrap tightly around me, and he whispers into the top of my head. “It’s all gonna be okay. I’m so sorry that this happened, but I promise it’s all gonna be okay.”

  Snuggled against his firm chest I let myself believe him. We hibernate for the next few hours, basking in the happiness of our bubble and then the knock on the door comes and I already know what they’re here to tell us.

  My father is here.

  I don’t want to see him. I don’t want to see his face or deal with the anger and rage that I know he will direct at me. I’m scared of him and I want to hide in our room and pretend he’s just a bad dream. But I can’t. Climbing off the bed, I pull on my discarded panties and head to the bathroom to wash my face and redo my hair.

  Staring at myself in the mirror, I blanch at the terror that’s already visible in my eyes. The urge to hide behind the mask of indifference I usually use to survive my father is strong, but I don’t want Daisy or Anders or any of these amazing people to see me cower to my father. I need to fight back, so I let all of the feelings of repressed rage, pain and humiliation bubble up to the surface. All of the emotions I’ve tamped down in hopes of not aggravating my abuser pulse through me. Stuffing the sleeve of my shirt into my mouth I scream into the fabric. I scream and scream until my chest is heaving and my hands are shaking so violently, I can’t hold the shirt against my mouth any longer.

  Closing my eyes, I pull in gasping lungfuls of air. Looking up into the mirror I stare at my appearance. My eyes are sparkling, and my cheeks are streaked with red. I look alive, I look strong, and for the first time in two years, I look determined.

  Letting my arms fall to my sides, I stand up straight, pulling back my shoulders and stretching to my full height. “Fuck you, Father.” I say aloud. It’s not a word I’m used to saying, but I feel a surge of power just by uttering it out loud.

  Eyeing myself in the mirror I say it again. “Fuck you.” My tongue wraps around the words and a smile spreads across my lips. “Fuck you, you evil, twisted monster.” A laugh bursts from me and I watch how it changes my appearance. I look young and happy, so incredibly different from the terrified mouse I’d seen in my bedroom mirror just a few days ago.

  Meeting Daisy has changed everything, and I refuse to go back to the broken mess I was. I’m not sure I’ll ever be fixed but since Daisy came into my life the pieces of me are slowly moving together again. I won’t ever be the perfect version of me, but I’ll be whole.

  “You okay, Angel? We need to go deal with him,” Daisy says through the bathroom door.

  “Yeah, I’m ready,” I shout, allowing myself a final glance at the strong woman staring back at me in the mirror.

  Pulling open the bathroom door, I find Daisy hovering by the bed. “Let’s go,” I say and move toward the bedroom door.

  “Hold up, baby. I’ve got something for you.”

  I stop and turn to face him.

  Uncertainty crosses his face before he steps over to me and slides the shirt I’m wearing off my shoulders. He pulls it down my arms and drops it to the bed behind him. I glance down at the loose tank I’m wearing and then back to him.

  “I know we already talked about this, but before we go out there I wanted to talk to you again,” Daisy says, seeming to stumble over his words. “I’m falling in love with you, Angel. I want you in my life and in my bed. You make me feel and I’d forgotten what that was like. My li
fe is so much better with you in it and I want everyone to know that you belong to me and I belong to you.”

  Watching his face, I can see all of the emotions that are swirling inside him. I’ve never seen him shutter his feelings and a sadness builds in my heart that this beautiful, kind man might shut himself off from people. I try to imagine what he would have looked like as a child and my heart twists as I think about him moving from home to home, never wanted, and refusing to make friends because he feared losing them.

  He clears his throat and his piercing gaze focuses solely on me. “I want you to be my old lady and I want you to wear my property patch. I want to claim you and show the world that I’m lucky enough to call you mine.”

  He turns to the bed and picks up a small black leather vest. It’s a miniature version of the one he’s wearing, except on the left-hand side is a beautifully embroidered patch that reads ‘Property of Daisy’.

  I reach for it and Daisy chuckles; the low sound makes a tremble of awareness pulse through me. “Is that a yes then, Angel?” he asks.

  Taking a step closer, I stand up onto my tiptoes and kiss him. “Yes,” I whisper against his lips.

  My heels barely hit the ground before Daisy scoops me into his arms and swings me around. A giggle escapes me, but his lips catch it as he crashes against me, devouring me in a passionate kiss. Our tongues duel frantically against one another as our lips explore. The kiss gradually slows to a sensual embrace. When he lowers me to the ground my eyes flutter open and I’m overwhelmed by the love I feel for the man standing in front of me.

  Daisy holds out the vest and I spin around, sliding my arms into it. Reverently, he lifts it over my shoulders and then turns me so I’m facing him again. He strokes a single fingertip across the words and silently mouths “Property of Daisy.” His fingers tangle with mine and he leads us out of our room and toward an inevitable confrontation with my father.

  Hand in hand we walk outside into the warm Texas sunshine. My eyes squint, shocked at the brightness, but we continue to walk until we reach the group of people standing in front of the compound’s large metal gates.