“I don’t know actually,” I confess. “Sometimes I worry that I’m changing too much for her. I’m finding who I am finally, she’s known forever who she is…I worry that if I change too much, she won’t find me appealing anymore and find a new best friend. I know that sounds juvenile, but I see how much of me is growing and it scares me. Having the same relationship I’ve had with her our whole lives is comforting, like if I still hold onto that I can manage all this other stuff.”
I don’t know why Wyatt brings these things out of me, voicing fears, but putting them out there feels so…freeing.
“I think Irys loves you, and I think you’d be surprised just how much…but I can understand what you mean,” he says.
My fingertips lazily run up and down his sternum as my cheek rests on his shoulder.
“Can I ask you something?” I ask.
“Yeah, shoot.”
“Remember when we were at the Chameleon Club and those two girls were trying to get attention?”
“Yeah.”
“When Irys mentioned your three-way at dinner, were the girls you were with like them?”
This is something I’ve been thinking about since that dinner, wondering the scenario that surrounded that threesome Irys mentioned.
“Yes, we were at a frat party and two chicks kept making eyes with me all night. I wanted to try a threesome, as most men do, with two chicks. So, I wondered if I could get these two to do it. It didn’t take much, and that’s where I screwed up. They did it, but I knew it was for me, not because they enjoyed it or lost themselves in one another. The whole time I just wanted it to be over, and then I felt bad like I forced them to be there, which is just stupid on my end because they weren’t drunk or anything.”
I nod against him and rest my hand flat on his pec.
“I want to find someone to watch you have sex with,” I blurt out.
“You what?” he asks as if he heard me incorrectly.
I close my eyes. “That’s my fantasy, watching you with another woman.”
After a few beats of silence he says, “Wouldn’t that be weird for you, I mean, would you be…”
“Jealous?” I add.
He doesn’t say anything so I say, “No, I don’t think so. And I don’t know why, it should right? I should be totally not wanting that; I should be jealous of every girl I see looking at you. But I’m not, oh God, I’m so weird.” I groan.
Wyatt cups my cheek and arches my head back so he can look at me.
“You’re not weird Daisy, you’re curious…there’s nothing wrong with experimenting and seeing what you like. Actually, I think it’s an honor that you trust me enough to want to fulfill that with me. I can’t explain to you how fucking awesome it is to know you’re down with some of the shit I want to do, I felt like you did, weird about desires. Then when we started this, and you were just as eager as I am, I knew I wasn’t.”
I inhale and smile up at him, he kisses the tip of my nose before I right my head and snuggle into him closer.
“So how did Blake take it when you broke up?” he asks.
“Fine, he didn’t seem very surprised actually,” I yawn.
“He’s a douche,” Wyatt comments.
“No he’s not, don’t be mean.”
“Any guy who wouldn’t beg you not to leave him is a douche.”
I roll my eyes and shake my head against his chest. I look over at the clock on my dresser and see it’s almost three a.m.
“You should probably get home,” I tell him.
“I want to stay the night,” he replies.
“Wyatt,” I state.
“No, we’re together…I don’t fucking care if my parents get mad I’m not home in the morning, I don’t care if your parents see my bike outside.”
I sit up.
“But I care-”
“Calm down, it’s on the next block over.”
“No, Wyatt, I don’t want your parents on your ass…it causes all this shit on you and your family that’s not necessary.”
He pulls me back down and against his side.
“I’ll tell my parents about us, just stop.”
“I don’t think I want that,” I whisper.
“Why?” he sighs.
“If our parents know, we’ll never hear the end of it. I already had my dad warn me about interfering with all the things you have going on. They all think we’re going to ruin our lives this summer, I just need to get things level with my parents and you with yours before we drop this on them on top of it all.”
He inhales deeply, before exhaling a long sigh.
“Please, just…please,” I say.
Finally, he nods and kisses the top of my head. “I’ll go home before everyone gets up, I want to stay with you a little longer.”
We stop talking, and after a few minutes I know by his breathing that he’s fallen asleep. What I said is true, there’s too much going on to bring this out. I also want to talk to Irys before everyone else knows, I owe her that much for all the lying I feel like I’ve been doing to her. On top of it, again, if Wyatt changes his mind in a few weeks and decides this isn’t working, I don’t want to go through all that with everyone. Eventually, I fall asleep. Waking every so often to feel the warm press of Wyatt’s body beside mine.
10
DAISY
When I wake up in the morning, he’s gone. I wonder if he made it out before my parents, or his for that matter, woke up, but I guess I’ll find out when my dad comes to beat down my door. I grab my phone and see a text message, opening it to see it’s from Wyatt.
Wyatt: Morning, I didn’t want to wake you, it was pretty early when I left. Call me when you get up, I love sleeping next to you.
I swoon, literally sighing.
Me: Morning, I’m up but I assume you’re at work. When you get a moment to be alone, go check your video folder on your phone.
Anticipation ripples through me as I wait for his response, picturing his reaction when he opens the video of last night. I take a shower and get dressed, I have to pick my sister up later but I need to go grocery shopping in the meantime. I go into the main house and grab the grocery list off the fridge before I head out. Since I have nothing really to do today, I take my time going up and down the aisles. I have one earbud in, listening to The Do’s- “Too Insistent,” when my phone vibrates with a text. Pulling the cart to the side so I can stop and answer it.
Irys: Wanna go out tonight?
Me: Sure, what do you have in mind?
Irys: Blades Tavern for karaoke with the families.
I smile to myself and reply with three smiley face emoticons. The rest of the time I shop; I mentally try to plan what I should wear. Tossing the bags into the bed of the truck, my phone alerts again and for a second I wonder if it’s Irys telling me she’s changed her mind. I get in the truck and roll the windows down and start the engine, retrieving my phone from my purse to see it’s Wyatt, and a shiver runs through me.
Wyatt: Video Message.
I click the file and open it to full screen as it loads, my heart thumping wildly in my chest. I run my hand through my hair in an attempt to cool off as the heat in the truck is still stifling. Then boom the file opens and its Wyatt’s big ass dick in his hand as he jerks off hard and fast, he’s grunting in the background, his breath bursting past his lips. He has his t-shirt pulled up and held in place with his chin, showing me his hard abs. The veins in his hand and forearm are coursing, bulging underneath the skin. I can tell by the little I can see of his surroundings, that he’s in a bathroom at one of the apartments in the MC’s clubhouse. Only moments later, whitish clear cum begins to shoot out of the head of his cock, and he moves his phone to not get any on it. His hand slows as his body jerks and he lets out a low groan. I realize I’m panting from watching him, my mouth open as I focus all my attention on my phone. As he pants and he runs his closed fist over his cock head, squeezing the last droplets of cum from him he says;
“You make me fucking
crazy, this is the third time I’ve jerked off since watching the video you made of us…now I need to return the favor, find someone you want to see me with.”
Then the video shuts off. My hand falls to my thigh, as my head falls back. I swallow thickly and try to regain my senses. My nipples are rubbing against the material of my sundress and between my legs is throbbing. If I weren’t in a busy parking lot, I would have a hand there in order to get relief. How does he do this to me? Or is it just me? I’ve never heard Irys tell me she gets so turned on she randomly needs to masturbate in the middle of the day because she can’t focus on anything else. But Wyatt does…he needed to, he’s told me before seeing this video he has. It’s true what he said about thinking he was weird until me, and I can now say the same for him.
Me: If I wasn’t in a parking lot right now, I’d be showing you what that video did to me.
Someone behind me honks and I glance over to see a car waiting for my parking spot, so I put my phone down and pull out. I get home and put all the groceries away in the house and the loft and then rummage through my closet. My feet kick the back pack and I bend down to retrieve it, I forgot what was all in there from the first time I looked. My hand finds all the things I already saw then it brushes against something metal and small. I open the bag further and feel a thin beaded chain attached to it and pull it out. Sure enough, it’s silver and looks like a small shiny smooth railroad spike about the length of my middle finger. I inspect and run my fingers down the delicate chain, and I wonder if this is some sort of memento that accidentally found its way into the bag, or was left there before Wyatt packed it with sex toys. I grab my phone and search what I see, immediately the images come up and there are variations of what I’m holding, a vibrator necklace. A small vibrator that also doubles as a pendant, for those of you who get a thrill from being adorned with sex toys. Some have multiple speeds and can be charged with a USB cord. I pull the long part from the top that remains on the necklace and twist it to turn it on, but nothing happens. Getting up and heading downstairs, I grab the cord attached to my laptop and plug it in.
Me: You coming out with the fam?
Wyatt: Do you want me to?
Me: Yes, please.
Wyatt: Me and the guys will be there after the club, that is if I can stop getting a hard on every four seconds from thinking about that video and my legs can function enough for me to get there.
Me: I’ll make it worth your while to see me.
Wyatt: Daisy, you cruel, cruel temptress.
I slip on a pair of jeans and a black off-shoulder cotton shirt. Opting to leave my hair down and no makeup, I slip on my black flip-flops and head over to the main house. Everyone’s home and I just hope my dad doesn’t choose now to argue with me about school.
Thankfully, Abbey’s not being a beast per usual, and both my parents don’t give me or my brother much notice. Actually, dinners enjoyable and I relax because my sister tells a story about Lizzy O’Neal getting her period in the middle of fourth-hour which caused all the boys in the class to tease her, and now all of the girls in the sixth grade are rallying against the boys with girl power. She even asks me to design a shirt for the cause. After dinner, my mom, dad and I head out to the tavern. My mom looks pretty in a flowery dress that exposes both her shoulders and her hair pulled back into a messy ponytail. Just like always my parents hold hands and my dad kisses her palm every now and again and even leans over to kiss her shoulder. For a second I feel overcome by sadness. Wyatt and I are together, but we can’t act like this in front of people. I want to so badly just say fuck it and be open with him, that’s what he wants…but I just can’t right now. The assorted Frederickson vehicles are already in the lot when we pull up, Irys coming from work and separate from her parents. My dad holds the door open for us and I walk in first, down a small hallway into the main part of the bar. A woman is murdering “Black Velvet” by Alannah Myles and I see the three of them already sitting at a long table. Irys is watching the woman with a huge grin on her face and turns to me and starts dramatically lip syncing, while her parents sit closely talking.
“Hey,” I smile and sit down across from Irys while my parents sit next to me across from Maven and Dornan.
“I got you a Coke,” Irys winks at me and I smile as I take the glass into my hand and taste it.
Sure enough, there’s Jack in that Coke, and I don’t know if she added it, or got Paul the bartender to do it for her. Either way, I enjoy it. Missy comes in a short time later followed by Katie, Joey, Smokey, Emily, Joey’s mom Gwen, while me and my dad fill out our Keno slips. Irys and I have a few more drinks and watch the karaoke, cheering our asses off when Missy, Maven, and Gwen go up for “You Can’t Hurry Love.” Irys and I head to the bathroom to pee and she takes a few hits from a joint before heading back out. Nolan, Evan, and Wyatt are sitting on the far end of the table with beers in front of them, and Wyatt’s arm around the back of my chair. I slip my ass onto the seat and push my chair in before looking over at him. He smells fresh and clean, with his baseball hat on, and I see his eyes scorch me with a long look at my bare shoulder. Irys starts talking to all of them and I feel the heat of his arm at my back, that’s all it takes and I’m looking at the clock and wondering when a feasible time to go would be.
“How are you?” he asks leaning over toward me.
“Good, how are you doing?” I ask, putting my elbows on the table to shield myself from everyone.
“Pretty good…I had uh, well, an unexpected gift on my phone today…made shit pretty great.”
His eyes are molten lava, his breath hot against my shoulder and I inhale deeply.
“Send it to me, I’d love to check it out.”
“I can do that.” Leaning closer he adds, “Or I can fuck you in front of the mirror in your bathroom and you can see it live for yourself.”
“What are you guys whispering about?” Irys blurts out and my head jerks to hers.
“We were trying to have a conversation over your loud ass mouth,” Wyatt replies righting himself in his chair.
“Whatever,” she scoffs.
“He was just telling me he’s going to kick our asses in a karaoke challenge,” I say loudly.
“You wish boy!” Maven says from down the table in response.
As everyone smiles and excitement builds with the mention of the game. Karaoke challenge is whoever’s playing, fill out slips for other players with terrible songs they have to sing. If you refuse to do a song, you do a shot, but in mine and Irys’ case we have to pay for someone to get a shot. We all hunker down at our seats, slips of papers in front of us as we vigorously write names and song numbers from the binder of songs we’re sharing. We all hand in our slips and let the games begin. Maven’s called up first with a Britney Spears song, then Missy with a Korn jam. Irys and I get called up in a duet to a Spice Girls song, which obviously one of us put in the pot and we get booed as we walk to the stage.
I can’t look at Wyatt while I’m up there, I glance at him for a second and forgot the words. There’s something about the way he looks at me that always makes me a little crazy and totally turned on. In a matter of seconds everything about what we’ve done and what we might do, flash behind my eyes and I just can’t function. A few other people not in our group get called up to sing, then Wyatt gets called to sing “I Will Survive.” This is one of the things I’ve always loved about Wyatt, and Nolan, and Irys for that matter, they have no problem being playful and making total jackasses of themselves. Wyatt has an awesome voice even when he’s messing around, and I glance over at his parents and I’m happy to see he’s even making Dornan smile with his performance.
As the night wears on, I notice Wyatt becoming a little more daring in his touching toward me. Making my eyes dart around to see if people are watching us, and making me feel so self-aware I can’t enjoy myself. Finally, when he runs his hand up my thigh after I return from the bathroom, I turn to him and give him a look.
“Calm down,” he t
ells me leaning closer. “You’re the one making shit obvious.”
I cross my arms and sit back, but shit, he was right. Both Nolan and Wyatt have always poked and prodded me, tickled me, been affectionate with me, I’m making things seem awkward, instead of normal. I bend down to grab my purse off the floor, and the vibrator necklace slips from the top of my shirt. Wyatt’s eyes widen slightly as he zeros in, swallowing thickly as he then looks in my eyes.
“Do you know what that is?” he asks quietly.
“I was hoping to show you all the things it can do,” I reply, looking at his lips.
“Oh my God I love that,” Irys says and I look across the table at her. “Let me see,” she adds reaching out a hand.
Leaning over the table her fingers glide over the smooth metal, and now my mom and Maven are admiring it as well.
“Where’d you get it?” Maven asks.
“I’ve never seen anything like that before,” my mom comments.
“I found it in the park, someone must’ve dropped it,” I reply and slowly pull back to free Irys’ fingers still toying with the, well, toy.
I shoot a look over at Wyatt and we connect, both knowing the secret that this necklace conceals in plain sight. After karaoke, the DJ starts and all the women get up and dance, again I try to ignore Wyatt. But at one point I see him holding his phone up like he’s using it, and I wonder if he’s snapping photos of me. To not be able to touch him or him touch me, is ratcheting up my insane need for him even more. He gives me the look he does right before he kisses me, zeroing in on my lips before the tip of his tongue wets his. Every move he makes I can relate it to something sexual between us, and again, I know this isn’t normal. How can someone turn on someone else so damn much they can’t even function normally. I know part of it is I have nothing to preoccupy my days, and that if I was at the camps this summer, or hunkering down for school, surely my mind wouldn’t be Wyatt’s sex slave. Then the other part of me, my goddamn heart, knows that’s not true and nothing I do would make a difference. He’s got a hold on me, all of me. We stay for a little while longer before my mom asks if I’m ready to go, with a yawn.
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