“Yes, please screw me,” I whimper.
“Fucking music to my ears.” He pushes his cock deep inside me, a groan of pure pleasure leaving his lips. But he doesn’t fuck me. Instead, he stays there deep inside me, his hands stroking over my ass and down my thigh, his lips placing kisses down my neck.
I reach my hand around behind him, my nails digging into his ass. “What are you waiting for?”
“How’s your head? Are you feeling okay? Honestly, Daisy.”
“I’m due for painkillers, so it’s a little throbby, but it’s better than yesterday. And right now, Cruz, it’s the least of my concerns.”
“We’re taking this slow. You tell me if it’s too much.” He pulls out and then slides all the way back in again. “I shouldn’t even be fucking you, Ricky would kill me. But I can’t stay away from you.”
“Stop being sweet, Cruz. I need you to screw me, okay? Don’t be thinking about Ricky at a time like this.” I laugh to try to lighten the mood he’s just made super intense. I press my assback into him, wiggling, trying to show him I can handle this—not only that, but I’m desperate for him.
“I want that more than anything, darlin’, but we have to take it slow.” His arm wrapped around my front tugs me in even closer, and he pulls out and then pushes back into me, his cock slick with my arousal. “You’re so wet for me.”
I rock back into him. “You’re so hard for me.”
He pushes into me again. “You’re so fucking tight,” he groans.
“You’re so big.” He stretches me, and we get lost in the rhythm. It’s slow, but something about it is just as intoxicating. More sensual, it doesn’t feel like fucking; this is more. And I melt into him, letting him bring me undone with each gradual pump. My body tingles all over, my pussy pulsing. “I’m going to cum,” I cry.
“Fuck,” he growls out, giving it to me with a little more force. He takes me over the edge with him, and we both moan out our releases.
It takes a second for my head to stop spinning, then I roll over to face him, wincing a little as my head throbs. I run my hand down the side of his face and over his full lips. He’s so damn beautiful like this. With his long hair falling over his eyes, his face is soft and kind and playful in a way that makes him look so young.
“I’m in love with you,” he says with a determination that surprises me.
I gaze back at him, knowing I feel it too. What we have is more than lust. It’s a crazy connection that doesn’t make any sense, but it’s all-consuming, powerful and scary at the same time. I promised myself I would never fall in love. That I would keep my heart locked up tight to protect myself. But I can’t control this.
He gazes deep into my eyes. “You don’t have to say it back, I just needed you to know. I’m not playing games with you, Daisy, I’m all-in forever.”
I lean forward and kiss his lips then bury my head into his chest. I can’t say it back. It’s not that I don’t feel it. It’s that I can’t give him that part of me, not now. Maybe never, no matter how I feel.
Chapter 7
Heart of Glass
Afteralongandlazy shower together, Cruz and I ventured into the main living room in search of food and painkillers.
Jagger looks up from his spot sitting at the kitchen island with a half-drunk mug of coffee and his laptop out. He watches us walk hand in hand into the kitchen. He looks irritated, but also, I have come to know that’s just his look most of the time.“Ricky is dropping by this morning to check on you and take out my stitches,” he snips before returning his attention to his computer.
“Oh, okay,” I mutter as I open the fridge door, wondering if there will be anything in here to eat. The thing is fully stocked with fresh fruit and vegetables. The shelves have Greek yogurts, cheeses, and eggs. How on earth have they had time to organize all of this?
“Top shelf,” Jagger grumbles.
I can’t help but smirk when I see a bowl of granola with Greek yogurt and berries already put together, a spoon on its side and all. He might be a grump, but he cares in the funniest ways. “Thank you.” I smile at him on my way past to find a seat. Things are still tense between us, not having talked about what happened the night I ran still lingering in the air, but I have to make this work with them. It’s my only option, so I know that means I need to make an effort, even if anger still boils through my veins.
Jagger’s lips twitch up at the sides, but he doesn’t look up to meet my eyes. He’s engrossed in a document of sorts, a contract maybe? That’s all I can see over his shoulder, anyway.
Cruz separates himself from my side long enough to go about making a coffee for both of us. He places them on the table and then scurries back off to the kitchen and then joins me at the dining table with my bottle of pain pills and some water.
I throw down my pills and chase them with the water he hands me. They’re both being very helpful this morning. “Where’s Ash?” I ask before scooping a mouthful of my breakfast in.
“You miss me?” Asher grins as he strides into the room, kissing my cheek before he takes the seat beside me. Collecting up Cruz’s coffee, he takes a sip. “Thanks, bro.” He looks allsweaty, his T-shirt hanging from the back pocket of his jeans and his six-pack out for all to see.
“No.” I roll my eyes but can’t help the smile that’s now on my face just knowing he’s near. And the sight of him. The man really is sex on legs.
“Just help yourself,” Cruz complains before moving back into the kitchen to make another coffee for himself. He still has a stupid grin on his face. I don’t think anything will wipe it off after our morning together. Maybe he didn’t hear what he wanted to when he told me he was in love with me, but I think he’s okay with it.
