“I love you,” I whisper in her hair.
“I love you,” she replies sleepily.
17
WYATT
Sometime in the night, I fell asleep with her in my arms on the couch, and I woke up at some point and carried her up to her bed. Now I can feel the sun on my skin through the skylights and the light under my eyelids, but I sense I’m alone in bed. My arm stretches out as I search around the mattress beside me with my hand, nothing but sheets. Then I hear “Heartbeats” by The Knife and smell coffee, inhaling deeply. I stretch and rub my hands over my face and down my chest, about ready to grab my morning erection, but stop myself. I remember when Daisy and I lay up here and talked for hours about fantasies, the second one on her list after watching me with someone else, was surprise sex. She said she thought about me grabbing her and taking her somewhere and fucking her. But she worried that would be too violent and scary, but I wonder if since she knows I’m here, if I can do it with the elements she mentioned she liked without freaking her out. Since her first fantasy was a bust, I’ll try this for her. The idea of rape isn’t something that interests me, but we can try what she described. I pull the sheet off my legs and recall all the details she talked about, the things that turned her on the most. Removing my clothes, I step over to the closet and search in the backpack, retrieving the vibrator inside. Quietly, I creep down, which is hard being over six feet on wood steps. Halfway down I see her in the kitchen, her backs to me as she leans her hands on the counter in front of the Kurig, still in her robe from the night before. She doesn’t acknowledge that she hears me, but I pause as she lifts the remote for the stereo and changes the song to Sarah Mclachlan’s “Possession,” and then lowers the volume.
I walk up and grab her hips, pulling her back against me and she yelps. My hand covers her mouth and she groans into it, then relaxing. My free hand sets the vibrator on the counter beside us, before I sneak up the back of her robe at mid-thigh and between her legs, using my feet to push hers together tightly. My fingers trail over her plump lips, smooth and hot and just waiting for me. I position the bell end of my cock between the seam and take her arms one at a time, back behind her, my hand still on her mouth but loose as I hold her tight and push inside her. She groans and arches her hips back, and her head back toward me. I look down at her as I fuck her hard and fast. I move my hand from her mouth down to her throat as her eyes roll back and her mouth slackens, she’s so flexible from yoga and it amazes me the way her body can contort. Her pussy tightens around me, my hands holding her wrists moves to band around her midsection and hold her still, as I bend my knees and fuck her with everything I have. She groans and gasps and a small smile curls over her lips, she’s so fucking beautiful and when she’s like this, she’s like a goddess. I feel her wet around me, and my hips begin to jerk. But I pull out and drop to my knees, my hand pushing one of her legs up and she positons a bent knee up on the countertop. She looks down at me over her shoulder, as my mouth covers her asshole and pussy. I wiggle my tongue through her wet folds, lapping at her pussy which is open and still widened from my dick. Her legs shake as her head dips forward, her fingers curling around the luscious globes of her cheeks, and spreading herself for my mouth.
My tongue rims over her tight entrance, loving the way she tastes here. I can’t describe it, but fuck, I love it. My cock begins to seep with pre-cum and twitch with the need to fuck her. I blindly reach for the vibrator on the counter and bring it down, flipping it on as I cover her asshole with my thumb and watch as the red silicone cock disappears inside her. Daisy moans long and loud, slowly pulling the vibrator out and then back in, the tight ring of her pussy clasping onto it. I rise up and spit down on her second entrance, rubbing the head of my dick over it before feeding my hardness in. I will never get tired of the way this looks and feels. Daisy whimpers and I grasp the back of her neck with my hand, pulling her torso back against my chest. We’re both sweating and panting, I kiss her neck as I thrust fast, her body jerking with the relentless flick of my hips. She takes over the control of the vibrator, fucking herself with it in time with my cock, the vibration from the toy I can feel against my cock and I begin to shake.
“Come, please, fucking come,” I beg her, because I know I can’t hold off anymore.
She nods and her other hand cups her pussy, rubbing fingers against her clit. We’re being so loud, and I worry for a minute too loud, but fuck it.
“I love you, I love you,” I chant as I feel my body begin to release, my abs contracting as I empty long bursts of semen inside her.
“Oh God,” she groans as she starts coming.
Our bodies continue to move as we experience one of the best feelings in life. The vibrator falls to the floor and she turns toward me, my hands brace the counter top on either side of her as she wraps her arms around my shoulders, kissing my face.
“I love you,” she pants and I turn my head to intercept her lips. “I love you,” she repeats and I cup her face, feeling warm tears slip over my fingers.
18
DAISY
So, now everyone knows Wyatt and I are together. It’s been two weeks since our makeup, when Irys found out. She’s refused to talk to me or see me, even though Wyatt assures me she will come around, I can’t not try to break through to her before she has a change of heart. The morning after the party, and Wyatt gave me blitzkrieg sex, it took me a while after, to realize a few things. One, it was Saturday, and everyone in my family was home. Two, Wyatt had parked his bike right outside next to my truck. And three, he’d stayed the night and surely my whole family was awake and had noticed him here. I started to panic, until Wyatt told me he’d talked to my dad, that dad knew we were together, and surely by now, so did everyone else. If my dad hadn’t then surely Irys has told Maven and Dornan, she was so upset and I don’t blame her. This is what I’d feared the whole time, and the way she found out, made it all the worse.
But besides the drama, it’s been incredible being open with Wyatt. We didn’t have to worry anymore, hide, plan rendezvous. When I went to drop the girls off at the shop, I could go over to Wyatt, if he wasn’t busy and we’d talk in front of everyone. Not without comments from the peanut gallery.
“Ugh, gross,” Ro said.
“I feel sick,” Jo replied.
“How do you think I feel, I can hear them-”
“Okay!” my mom interjecting before Abbey could finish.
Sometimes I’d go and visit him at lunch and we’d sit out at the picnic tables on the old club property, or go to the diner. I felt like now I was really getting to know Wyatt, my walls were down and I can finally let myself fall into what we’re doing. He stayed most nights with me in the loft, and I even asked my mom if she cared, which she didn’t. We usually ate dinner at one of our parents’ houses, but when Irys would see me at her house, she’d either leave or go to her room. I attempted a few times to talk to her by knocking on her bedroom door and waiting, but she ignored me. Even the times I would stay the night there with Wyatt, she’d be gone for work already when we got up. I started morning classes at the community college that was three days a week, and I was happy to have my buddy Josh also taking them with me. The summer was coming to an end soon and I was trying to convince Wyatt to enroll back into school this upcoming semester, but he was procrastinating. I assured him that since his school was only a few hours away, that I could visit him plenty or he could come home on the weekends, still, he wasn’t easily swayed.
“Hey Daisy,” Josh says sitting down at the easel beside me.
“Hi.” I smile and return back to the painting we’ve been working on all week.
“I’ve been meaning to ask you something,” he tells me, setting his messenger bag down onto the floor.
I turn and give him my full attention.
“I have a friend who wants to send a children’s book out to some publishers and he’s looking for an artist who’d do the illustrations. Your name immediately came to mind, and I told him I’d pit
ch the idea to you.”
“Really?” I ask. “Okay, yeah I can get in touch with him.”
“Awesome, he said he can pay you five hundred dollars for the drawings and if it gets picked up, part of the royalties.”
If I had a mouth full of water or something, I would’ve spit it out all over his face.
“Five hundred dollars! Seriously?!” I ask with wide eyes.
“Well, I’m sure you can ask for more, he’s got it, but yeah-”
“No, no, that’s plenty. Give me his info after class.”
The entire class I’m thrumming with energy; I can barely concentrate. This is something I’ve always wanted to do, and knowing that all I have to do is the easy part, makes this so much more exciting. After class, I get the guys number from Josh and call him as I walk to my truck. William is super cool and nice and says he wants to meet up so we can go over what he wants. We decide to meet at the mall in Bannister that afternoon at one of the restaurants. I get in my truck and call Wyatt, telling him the good news. He’s happy for me and asks if I want him to go with me and make sure the guy’s not a creep, but I tell him it’s fine since he’s at work and we’re going to a public place.
I get to the mall early because I know nothing else will calm my nerves. I happened to have a sketchpad and pencils in my bag from class, so I sit on one of the benches outside the store Irys works hoping I can see her before my meeting.
“Daisy.” I look up to see Courtney.
Courtney, who I almost let have sex with Wyatt, Courtney.
“Hey.” I smile at seeing her, happy she’s not avoiding me after what happened.
“I thought that was you.” She smiles and sits down beside me on the bench.
“What are you doing here?” I ask.
“Just picking up some clothes for work, how about you?”
“Killing time before I meet someone, do you live around here?” I ask.
“Oh, do you like this phone?” she asks looking down at my phone sitting between us on the bench and taking it into her hand.
“Yeah, it’s okay I guess,” I shrug. “I mean it works so yeah it like it.”
“Do you mind?” she asks handing it to me.
“No go ahead,” I tell her unlocking the screen.
“So how do you open the apps?” she asks and I lean closer to show her. “Oh see I like this better than mine.”
“Are you working tonight?” I ask.
“Yeah,” she replies while her eyes remain on the phone and her thumb swipes away at the screen. “You should totally come, bring Wyatt, I don’t want things to be awkward, like I don’t want you to feel you can’t come there, it’s totally fine on my end.”
“I’m so sorry about that Courtney, honestly, I thought I’d be fine with it-” I begin apologizing.
“No way, please it’s totally fine,” she tells me, handing me my phone.
“Okay, well maybe not tonight, but yeah we’ll come soon,” I tell her as she stands.
“I’ll be waiting,” she sing-songs as she waves and walks away.
I wave and give her a smile before turning toward the store in front of me, and see Irys looking at me as she puts some clothes on hangers back on some racks right at the entrance. I grab my bag and take a deep breath, walking into the store and stand behind her.
“Irys I’m so sorry, please talk to me-”
“No,” she cuts me off.
I sigh.
“I know you’re hurt, I never wanted that to happen over this, and I wanted to tell you myself.”
“You had so many times to tell me, didn’t you? I asked you and asked you, all you had to do was be honest and tell me the truth,” she says turning to face me.
“The look on your face when you woke us, I saw how pissed you were, the only reason I lied was because I didn’t want to hurt you.”
“How long has this been going on,” she asks. “Please be honest with me about something.”
I swallow and hike up my big girl panties. “Before graduation.”
Her face goes blank, to atomic bomb pissed.
“So you’d sacrifice our friendship of eighteen years for some dick? I mean, I’m assuming that’s what you do, not a virgin anymore I take it, another thing you’ve lied to me about.”
“Everything okay over here?” A female voice asks to my left and we both look at her.
“Yeah,” I smile.
“Irys,” she says with a raise of her brows.
“I have to get back to work,” she tells me and walks past.
I feel sick, and like a total piece of shit, because she’s fucking right. All the lies I’ve told her are now biting me in the ass, rightly so, I deserve it. My phone alarm goes off and I need to start heading over to meet William.
“Hey,” I tell Wyatt as I walk into his room after my meeting.
“Hey babe,” he says over his shoulder as he sits on his bed and strums his acoustic guitar.
I sit down and he leans over to kiss me. “How’d it go?”
“Great, I read the story and sketched out some stuff and chose what style he liked, and he hired me,” I smile.
“That’s awesome, that’s fucking awesome,” he says, kissing me again.
I tuck hair behind my ear and sigh, looking down at the guitar.
“What’s wrong?” he asks.
“I tried to talk to Irys today,” I tell him.
“Um, I’m going to gather that you were the ‘fucking bitch with a lot of nerve to visit her at work today?”
I groan and flop back onto his bed, covering my face with my hands.
“She said that to your mom?” I question.
“And I think my dad too…I just overheard them when I got home from work.” I hear him set down the guitar on the floor, before he lays down beside me. “They know she’s being dramatic, they don’t think that way about you,” he reassures me.
“Wyatt, us being together has just been road block, after road block, after road block,” I say in defeat.
He takes one of my hands in his and links our fingers, bringing them to rest on his chest.
“Do I make you happy?” he asks.
I turn my head and see his gorgeous profile as he looks up at the ceiling.
“Yes,” I answer.
His head turns to face me. “And you make me over the moon happy, so let’s just be happy, and don’t let anything come between that.”
I inhale deeply and roll onto my side into him, snuggling my face into his neck.
“Want to go out to dinner?” he asks.
“No.”
“What do you wanna do then?”
I lift my head and prop it on my hand, looking down at him.
“I want you to find the filthiest, nastiest porn, watch it with me and fuck me out of my mind,” I tell him.
He gives me a wicked grin. “We might have to go to your place, I don’t think you can be quiet enough for all that here.”
“You could gag me?” I offer.
He chuckles and rises up. “Come on sex tigress, let’s go before you get me going.”
**
The next morning, I’m still feeling some kind of way about my meeting with Irys. The guilts heavier, the feeling that she won’t ever forgive me is more present. I don’t know what else to do to show her I’m sorry. Sitting at my kitchen table and drinking coffee, Wyatt’s at work and I just rolled out of bed. I’ve begun mapping out some ideas for the book when there’s a little tap at the door and for a moment I think it might be Irys, but my mom’s blonde head pops in and I smile at her.
“No work today?” I ask, surprised to see her.
She gives me a smile and closes the door, heading to the kitchen and pouring a cup of coffee for herself before sitting down across from me. She opens her mouth to speak, then hears the words to Martha Wainwright’s - “Bloody Mother Fucking Asshole” playing beside us and raises her brows.
I give her a little shrug and smile before sipping my coffee.
“
I wanted to spend some time with you, you have plans today?”
“No, not ‘til later.” I smile and set my pencil down on the table.
We sip from our coffees as I wait for her to talk.
“So, can we talk about the Irys thing?” she asks with a hesitant tone.
I sigh, but it’s not because I don’t want to. It’s just hard for me to explain verbally all the emotions and ways I’m feeling.
“We don’t have to-”
“She’s mad I lied, I get that…but I apologized and she blew me off. Like, I don’t know what else she wants from me.”
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