“You sure about that?”she asks, a sad expression on her face.
“Yes,” I tell her.“Isaac had issues with me even when he was back in the band, and that was only made worse when we kicked him out.It’s not on you, Daze.If anything, it’s on me.”
She swallows a mouthful of beer.“I think he probably used me,” she says, her words quiet.“As a way to get back at you.”
Exhaling, I sink back in my chair, scrubbing a hand over my face.“Yeah, I think that was a part of it,” I admit.
“I think it was all of it,” Daisy says.“I’m not sure he ever actually, you know, liked me or whatever.”
“That’s not true,” I say.
She shrugs as she takes a sip of her beer.“Maybe, but I think once you guys had left, he saw me as his opportunity to get back at you.So he did it.”She looks over at me, giving me a sad smile.“And I let him,” she adds.“I gave him that ammunition.”
“Daze,” I say, holding a hand out to her.“Come here.”She lets out a hard sigh, but she stands and walks around to where I sit.I pull her into my lap, laughing a little as I nuzzle at her neck.“Was that so hard?”
She rests her head on my shoulder as she traces her fingers up and down my forearm.“No.”
I press a kiss to her temple as I wrap my arms around her.“I never stopped to think about what my leaving would do to you,” I say, blowing out a breath.“After everything with your dad, I didn’t think, and I feel shit about that.”
She nods, pressing a kiss to my neck as she murmurs, “Yeah, I know.”
“I’m sorry for that,” I tell her.“I’m sorry for a lot of things, but especially that.You’re my girl, Daze, and I should have realized what me leaving would feel like to you.”
She presses another kiss to my neck before lifting her head from my shoulder.“I thought we were done with apologies?”
Grinning, I lean in and kiss her, brushing my lips against hers in a slow kiss.“We are,” I murmur against her mouth.
She nips at my bottom lip, smiling as she says, “So how about we both agree we did things that hurt each other, but we’re moving on?”
I laugh, kissing her again before I say, “Pretty sure I might have said that already?”
Daisy smirks, brushing her hand over my hair as she says, “Yeah, maybe you did.”
“Hmm,” I murmur, sliding a hand down to her ass.
She squirms in my lap, which of course only serves to get my dick hard, something I’m sure she can feel.“Must have felt good to punch him though?”she asks, a playful smile on her face.
I burst out laughing, my grip on her ass tightening as I grind her against me.“It felt fucking awesome,” I say, leaning in to kiss her, deeper this time.“You know what else feels fucking awesome?”
“What?”she asks, laughing.
“You,” I whisper against her mouth.“Sitting on my face, then sitting on my cock.”
She laughs again, her hand slipping around to the back of my neck.“Is that right?”
“Yep,” I reply, sliding a hand up her thigh to where I know the tattoo of my name is permanently etched into her skin.“I want to run my tongue along this,” I say, my finger slowly tracing back and forth across the spot.“I want to see the letters of my name, know that it’s me and only me who gets to taste you and fuck you.”
“Only you,” she whispers, tracing her tongue along my bottom lip.
I slide my hand higher, brushing it along her shorts, pressing a little harder as my fingers slide over her clit.“I want to kiss you right here,” I whisper.“Run my tongue through your wetness, push it inside you and lick and suck your pussy until you come all over my face,” I tell her.
She smiles, her grip on my neck tightening.“I like the sound of that.”
“Not done,” I reply with a chuckle.
“No?”
“Nope,” I tell her.“Because after you’ve come all over my face, I’m gonna kiss my way up your body, let you taste yourself on my mouth as I slide my dick inside you and fuck you nice and slow, pushing you closer and closer to the edge until you come again.”
