Deeply ashamed, I bent to retrieve my pants. I’d have to figure out how to remove the barbell safely. Now that Daisy was here, I couldn’t wait much longer to make love to her. My boxers were at my thighs, and I froze when she spoke.
“The man from the opera house had that same piercing.”
Chapter 28
Gatsby
“What?”A nervous grin slid over my lips.
Daisy stood, her face grim. “The man who purchased the Tennant. He had those same tattoos on his hands and his stomach. And that piercing... Gatsby...”
“What do you want me to say?” I finished pulling my pants up, stuffing my semi-hard cock in my boxers, and turned away from her. “When I got out, I wasn’t sure if you’d be interested in seeing me. I needed a way to pick your brain before exposing myself. I?—”
“You didn’t trust me.”
I turned back, furrowing my brow. Her small fists were clenched at her sides. “You interrogated me like I was a criminal. You tried to get me to admit to something that wasn’t true, because of your own insecurities.”
“Daisy—”
“You let me believe that my only option was a lame stand-in. Gatsby, how could you?” she cried out. I stared at her across the room, my mind reeling, and then going blank.
“How could I?” The words came spitting out of my mouth. I stormed over to her, grabbing herupper arms and squeezing. “I was the one who took the fall for a crime that wasn’t mine. Or have you already forgotten that I was on death row for three years while you were out here, growing your career, becoming famous,getting engaged?”
She turned her head away from me, closing her eyes tight.
“I had to protect myself. When I got that newspaper article about you and him, it killed me. I wanted them to stick me right then and there, but instead I became more determined to get out. I spent every day in that fucking prison thinking of you, Daisy. My green light. And what did we always tell each other?”
When she whimpered under my hold, I squeezed harder, causing her to turn back to me.
“You can be mad and upset all you want, but I’m getting my green light.” I crushed my lips against hers, forcing my tongue into her mouth. I closed my eyes and willed my love to spill into her. I needed her to know just how much I loved her. Everything I’d done for the last ten years had been for her. How could she not see that?
She pushed me away and tried to duck under me to run, but I caught her by her middle and heaved her over my shoulder. I turned and zeroed in on the still-running bathtub. I stormed over and leaned her over it, dropping her into the bubbles.
She screamed as water splashed out of the tub. I stood back a moment with my hands on my hips. Her arms flailed as she tried to regain her footing. I shoved my pants and boxers down again and swung my legs over, joining her in the bath.
“What the hell?” she cried out as I reached for her. I’d designed this tub to be deep and wide, specifically with passionate lovemaking in mind. Under the water was a built-in seat. I sat there and dragged her onto my lap. She kickedand thrashed, but I held her firm, my cock pressed against her ass. I nuzzled her neck as I took my free hand and began to undress her.
“Gatsby—” she scolded as I pushed her to stand so I could remove her dress and panties. She fought less and less with each second, but the moment she was naked, she dropped into the water, hiding her bare flesh. “Why did you do that?”
“Because I told you,” I said, keeping my tone uninterested. “I will get my green light.”
She stared at me as if I were crazy, but I’d never been more sane. I slid off the ledge and joined her deep in the water. Reaching to turn off the faucet, I grabbed a sponge and soap. Lathering the loofah, I lifted her arm from the water, running it down gently. She began to relax. I continued washing her body until she took the sponge from me and ran it across my skin.
I closed my eyes and savored the feel of her fingers drifting over my skin. Moving between my legs, she started at my shoulders, then slowly descended down my body. Her hands ran across my tattoos, my muscles, and then she froze.
I reached for her hand and brought it down, urging her to touch my cock. She seemed nervous and unsure as she abandoned the loofah and gripped me. I moved her hand up my shaft, forcing her fingers to touch the barbell. Her breathing hitched. I kissed her neck, sucking deep, relishing in how she squirmed for me.
“I’m assuming you’ve never been with a man who’s had one of these.” I chuckled.
She shook her head. “No—I’ve never...”
I silenced her with a kiss. She didn’t need to explain things. She thought I’d die in prison. She’d confessed to me already at the theater that she’d been with Max; but he couldn’t satisfy her like I could. That was a fact. I urged herto stroke me, and slowly, her hand began to move up and down my shaft. I closed my eyes and let my head fall back.
I’d waited so long for this.
Pleasure surged fast. It wasn’t how well she was at it, but how great it was to finally be here with her, doing this. My balls began to tighten, and with the greatest of difficulty, I forced her to stop. She frowned, and I shook my head.
“I’m not ready to be done. I want to play with you too, Daisy.”
