“Who hurt you,Daisy?”
“What do youmean?”
“Who made you soinsecure you’re insistent you’re unworthy?”
I sighed. “Idon’t know, honestly. I mean, I guess, I do on a grand scale. Mean girls atschool, the ex, brothers who feel it necessary to fight my battles, parents whohover, so then I feel like I can’t do it myself.” I shrugged. “Take your pick.But I can’t really blame them now, right? I have to take ownership over my ownactions, so I just panic sometimes, you know, get the collywobbles, and then Ispiral internally. It’s dumb.”
“Baby, it’s notdumb. We’ve just gotta get you to a place where you feel a little more settledin your head.” He met my eyes. “But back up. What the fuck are collywobbles?”
“When yourstomach gets all jittery. It’s more than butterflies, it’s almost painful.” Shesighed. “My English prof was British, and she used to say it. I’ve heard Maisiesay it once or twice as well and it’s kind of mine and Teagan’s word. We use ita lot.”
He grinned,kissing me gently. “Well, I’ll get you to a place where there are no morecollywobbles.”
“Good luck withthat, bub.”
“Although, thatis a fuckin’ kickass word.”
I chuckled.“Right?”
He rolled meonto my back and kissed me again. “You wanna eat or fuck again?”
“Mmm, eat thenfuck.”
“I like yourstyle, Daisy Mae.”
“I’m picking upon that, Huckleberry Granville.”
We climbed outof bed, and he pulled on his jeans, commando, while I wrapped a robe aroundmyself, then we headed into the kitchen to heat up leftovers.
Daisy
THE NEXT NIGHT, Huck was snoozing in mybed, and I had the sudden need for a sugar bump, so I padded to my kitchen,stepping into my pantry, and flipping on the light.
I noticed a boxof fruit roll-ups on the second shelf and grabbed it, pulling one out andwalking back into the kitchen.
“There you are,”Huck said, and I jumped slightly. “Sorry, I didn’t mean to scare you.”
“I don’t mind.”I bit my lip, admiring the view. He was buck-naked and I loved how he had noshame in his nudity. I personally wasn’t quite there, choosing to wear a whitecami and a pair of bikini undies instead of being totally naked.
He chuckled.“What ya got there? Late night snack?”
I held up mytreat. “Fruit roll-up,” I said with an emphasis on the ‘P.’
“Oh yeah?”
I nodded,tapping it against my palm. “But I think I have a better use for this.”
He grinned. “Andwhat’s that?”
I peeled thefruit from the plastic and took his hand, leading him back to the bedroom, thengently pushing him toward the mattress and ordering, “On your back.”
“Yes, ma’am,” heretorted, and flopped onto the bed.
I grinned,licking my lips as I stripped, then straddled his hips. He was already hard, soI bound his length with the roll-up, and he raised an eyebrow.
“Idolove your creativity, baby,” he breathed out.
I licked the tipof his cock, then wrapped my mouth around his length, unable to stop myselffrom rearing up with a groan, my mouth puckering in disgust as the sour fromthe fruit roll-up assaulted my salivary glands. “Oh, my god!”
