The gasp that leaves my lips seems to only encourage both of us, and the words I spit back are said with the air of jealousy that pulls at us.
“How do those girls like my name above your dick when they’re going down on you?”
“Daisy.”My name is said with a warning, like I’ve just slapped him across the face.
His hand moves from my hip to the inside of my thigh, pushing up the fabric of my bottoms, his fingers trail over the tattoo of his name.
Dragging a hard nail over the word, a memory of exactly where it’s placed, his breath catches, and I let out a soft moan.The sensation of his hands on my body is almost too much.
He feels like home.
“Every time I think about him fucking you, his mouth on your pussy, he sees my name.”The words are abrasive, his voice hypnotic as I listen, wanting his hand to move farther, to feel how wet he makes me.
“He doesn’t eat me out,” I admit, but there’s a need for aggravation, to push his buttons, to see how far he’ll take this.
“Do you fuck him in the same bed I took your virginity in?Quiet, so your mom won’t hear, moaning into his hand like you did all those years ago with me.”His words are whispered, the hard press of his dick nearly throbbing against me.“I’ll always be your first, and you’ll always be mine.”
We stand suspended in silence for what feels like forever, our bodies flush against each other, the wetness of my bikini bottoms sticking to my skin.
“You never answered my question,” I growl, anger returning at the idea that he thinks he gets a say in who I fuck and where.
He didn’t ask my opinion when he was on the road, fucking a different girl every night.His dick making the most of being single.
“What’s that, Daze?”
“Did they ask who Daisy was when their lips were wrapped around your cock?”
His hands move, tangling in my damp hair, a painful pull when he tugs my head to the side, exposing my neck to him.The hard beat of my pulse slams wildly as his mouth next to my ear whispers, “Every fucking time.”
I let out a hard exhale, a strange sense of relief washing over me at his words, in this sick and twisted way.
“What’s the worst lie you’ve told yourself, and why is it that you love Isaac?”Miles now says, and just when we walk that fine line, we spill right over the edge.
The anger returns full force; the memory of Miles leaving is still fresh in my battered heart.More than that, it’s that we ended with no closure—just this.
A constant battle of us jabbing at each other, reminding the other of all the shit that went wrong, and neither one of us knowing how to fix it.
“Fuck you, Miles,” I retort, shoving him away, my teeth clenched so tightly I fear they’ll crumble under the pressure.
I climb into my car and leave.He’s still standing there, watching me go, and for once, it’s me leaving, not him.
When I pull into the driveway of my mother’s house, Isaac is waiting there, his car parked on the side of the road.He’s obviously waiting for me despite telling me he didn’t have time today.
“Where ya been, Daze?”he asks the second I’m out of my car, and it’s like I’ve been gone for hours.If anything, it was only about an hour, which is nothing in comparison to the hours I’ve spent out there.
“Breakfast and went for a surf,” I say casually, but I feel like he’s about to catch me in a lie.It’s not a lie, though.It’s where I was, and he didn’t ask who I was with, and I’m not going to willingly volunteer that.
“With Miles?”he asks pointedly, and my heart stills as I hold my breath, even though I’ve done nothing wrong.“Dumbass left his location on, on Instagram, and well…” He trails off as he walks closer to me.He knows where I was because I sent it to him and never stopped sharing it.
Fuck.
“And Kai too,” I clarify, knowing he’s never seen Kai as a threat, but I’m sure it won’t do anything to quell this argument I feel brewing between us.
He laughs, but it’s humorless, shaking his head.“Was I always just a band-aid for your broken heart and then you were going to cast me aside the second he came back?”
“Was I just meant to be a pawn in this game you’re playing to get back at Miles?”I counter, not even giving my words a second thought.
I’m tired of being shit on.
