“Mm-hmm, sure,” Luisa singsongs.
“My ears are still covered. Are we still on the dicking down conversation?” Nick asks.
“And that’s my cue to go. Bye, guys.”
“I’ll update the girls via the group chat” is the last thing Luisa says as I hang up and toss my phone on the couch.
Luke takes a step closer to me. “Did I mention how proud I am of you, Daze?”
I lift my hand, halting him in his tracks. His brows furrow, but I need to ride this high I’m feeling and do what needs to be done before I’ve wasted any more valuable time in my life.
“Ask me.” I take a breath for courage. “Ask me what I want, Luke.”
His face shifts into his signature, unreadable mask.
Cautiously, as if holding his breath, he asks, “What do you want, Daisy?”
I flip my left hand over so it’s facing him. “I want to take this atrocious, gaudy-looking ring off my finger and never set sight on it again.” I pull the ring off in one single tug—it was never sized correctly to begin with—and let it drop to the floor with a clink.
Silence greets me as his entire demeanor shifts.
I know exactly what I’ve done.
I’ve thrown down the gauntlet.
He said he wouldn’t touch me while I still wore another man’s ring, and now I’m going to test if those words ring true.
“Ask me again.”
“Daisy—” he rasps, his voice barely recognizable.
“Ask me.”
His jaw clenches beneath his beard. “What do you want, Daisy?”
I stare at his lips as I reply. “I want you to kiss me.”
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I’m on her inan instant.
One hand on her hip, bringing her flush to me, the other in her hair, angling her face up to mine. “Say that again for me.”
She has the audacity to smirk, the look in her eye already claiming the victory she must know she has over me. “I said I want you to kiss me,Coach.”
“Thank fuck.” I barely let the last word leave my lips before I’m swallowing her surprised gasp.
And finally, finally, I get my first taste of my Daisy girl.
She’s sweet, like I knew she would be, mixed with this morning’s café con leche.
I lick along the seam of her lips and she opens for me, letting me explore every bit of her my tongue can reach.
Her fingers grip my T-shirt tightly, keeping me close to her as her soft lips travel over my bruising ones. As if I would move amillimeter away from this heaven. The only way I’m stopping is when she tells me to.
Daisy has full control of me, and it’s about damn time she figured that out.
She moans into my mouth and my cock answers like she’s released a siren call for him.
