Page 26 of Tennessee Whiskey


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I hide my face in his chest, but he tuts and pulls my head up until my eyes have no choice but to meet his.

“As much as I love the feeling of you burrowing that pretty little red head into me, don’t hide from me. What’s bothering you?” Although his tone is gentle, it’s stern too, letting me know that he’s going to find out one way or another.

I sigh and just tell him the truth, “I don’t want to be just another number in your long line of women.”

He blinks in surprise. I’ve caught him off guard. He relaxes after a moment, pulling my head back to his chest and stroking his hands through my hair and down my back. I love the feeling of him petting me like this, but I’m fighting from totally melting into him.

“You’re not just another woman to me,” he says. “You’re the only woman. All I want. All I need.”

“But,” I begin, “on the internet—“

He interrupts me, the irritation evident in his voice, “The internet is full of lies, baby. Don’t believe everything you see on it.”

“So you’re not one of Boston’s most notorious playboys?”

His sardonic chuckle rumbles in his chest, “Is that the new moniker?”

“There are pictures of you with tons of women…” I trail off, unable to voice more.

He sighs and finally sits up, taking me with him.

When he helps me pull my shirt down and slides my panties and shorts onto me, my suspicions are all but confirmed. I was just another conquest. I’m asking too many questions like a needy girlfriend or something and now he’s done with me.

I look down, unable to meet his eyes, feeling the tears pricking the backs of mine. I gave my virginity to a man who just wanted a fling.

I pull back when he tries to lift my face to his with a finger under chin, but he’s having none of it.

He captures my face with a hand on each cheek, making me look up at him.

His eyes are achingly soft when they look down at my moist ones, and he swears. I don’t want him to feel sorry for me, though. I try to muster up the defiance I’m known for, but I can’t. Not now.

“Daisy,” he says my name tenderly, and I close my eyes. “Look at me,” he orders firmly. My eyes snap open at his command.

“What part of ‘you’re mine’ do you not understand? I’m fucking obsessed with you. You’re my everything. There is no other woman for me ever again. You’re all I see, little hellcat.”

I stare back at him, almost unable to believe what he’s saying.

“Believe me,” he orders as if he can read the doubts in my mind.

I nod my head, the heavy weight in the pit of my stomach lifting as I see the undeniable truth in his words.

He smiles as he sees my acceptance, leaning down to press his lips to mine.

Just as he starts to deepen the kiss, my tummy rumbles loudly, killing the mood.

I’m mortified at my body, but he pulls back and grins at me. “Hungry, kitten?”

I shrug sheepishly, “I haven’t eaten anything but an apple all day.”

He frowns down at me, “Let’s get you fed then.”

He stands, putting me eye level with his crotch. I can see the stain of my arousal on him from when he’d humped against me after telling me he’d come just from eating my pussy.

My face reddens and he grins wickedly, his thoughts there too, as he holds a hand down to me to help me up.

“Come on, kitten.”

And like an obedient little pet, I move to obey.

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