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“What was it like in prison?”
I feel like I shut down. I suddenly can’t smile anymore. I can barely breathe.
I guess it must show on my face, because she looks stricken. “Sorry. Sorry, that was nosy. You don’t have to tell me if it’s hard.”
“No.” I frown. “No, it’s fine. I can talk about it.” I hate how I sound like I’m trying to convince myself.
She curls a hand around the back of my neck. “I don’t want you to, if it’ll hurt,” she says quietly. My stomach bottoms out, looking into those melted brown eyes.
I remember what she said when I first told her about my prison time.Whatever you did, it can’t have been that bad, because you're not a bad person.This girl, who had known me for literally three days at this point, believed me. I’d known Riven and Cole almost two decades, and they didn’t believe me. My parents didn’t believe me. A whole fucking jury, and a prison full of staff, and every person I met afterwards didn’t believe me.
But she did. She saw right through me. If there’s anybody I can talk about this with, it’s her.
I clear my throat. “It was okay. Better than most other countries, I guess. Scandinavia is known for their prisons being humane.”
“Humaneis a pretty low bar,” she points out drily.
“There was some violence, some drugs, but overall, it was a nice prison, I guess. But I was still… you know. Imprisoned.” I rub my tightening chest. “I spent a lot of the time alone. I didn’t have anyone who could come and see me. My parents cut me off. Riven and Cole were both mad at me. So I was just… alone.” Fuck. Fuck. I hate thinking about this. My heart is battering out of my ribs. “It was hardest on, like, my birthday, and Christmas, and shit. The other guys would get visitors. These were guys who had fucking drug empires and forty-year-long sentences. They blackmailed mules and sold drugs to minors. Their parents would still come. They had girlfriends, friends, siblings. No one ever came to see me. It—” I have to stop talking to swallow. My mouth is dry. “I don’t know. Being locked up in a cell and then left by everyone who loved me, when I did nothing wrong—it hurt pretty bad. Took me a while to get over it.”
I’m not sure I have, completely. How can you trust anyone to really love you, after that?
Daisy doesn’t say anything. I turn to look at her. Her big brown eyes are shining.
“Oh, baby. Don’t cry—”
“That must have fucking killed you,” she whispers. “It’s the worst thing someone could possibly do to you.”
I don’t deny it. “It happened. I can’t get that time back. All I can do is get over it and move forward.”
She wraps her arms around my neck and tips her face up to kiss me. She’s so short, even on tip-toe, she’s practically strangling me. I wrap a forearm round her waist and pull her into me. As our chests crush together, my eyes widen. I pull back, suddenly feeling a lot brighter.
“You’re not wearing a bra.”
Her eyes twinkle. “And risk getting paint on it? They’re expensive, you know.”
I growl and spin her in my arms, so her ass is pressing up against my hardening cock. She happily grinds back into me as I tug the neck of her shirt down, letting her full, heavy tits fall free. I cup one in each hand, squeezing softly. God, she’s so, sosoft. I run my thumbs lightly over her nipples, keeping my touch feather-light and teasing. She moans, arching into me, trying to get some more pressure. Dipping to kiss her shoulder, I start to roll her nipples between my fingers. She gasps, sagging.
“I don’t think I want to talk anymore.” I mumble into her skin. “What do you want? My fingers?” I tug one of her nipples hard, making her cry out. Her hips buck against me, and my cock twitches at the friction.
“My mouth?” I continue, trailing my lips down the side of her throat. She tips her neck back, giving me better access, and I press a hot kiss right over her pulse point.
“Or my cock?” I grind into her ass again, rubbing up against her.
She lolls her head back on my shoulder, looking up at me with glassy eyes. “Why choose? You’ve got all three, haven’t you?”
I smile, sliding one hand down her stomach and under the waistband of her little shorts, running my fingers over her lacy panties. They’re already damp and warm. She sighs as I stroke her through her underwear, tension melting out of her muscles.
I unbutton her shorts, helping her step out of them, then hook a finger under her panties and tug them down her thighs. She goes to kick them away, but I grab them, scrunching them up in a little ball of wet lace. “I can keep these, yeah?” I stick them in my pocket before she can argue, then resume playing with her, parting her pussy lips with my fingers. She’s so wet that my fingers glide slickly across the hot, delicate skin.
She hisses as I nudge her clit with the side of my thumb, very gently. “Oh!” She bucks in my arms. “Please!”
“Please what?”
She wriggles. “Touch me. Properly.”
I lick the pad of my thumb, then start drawing it in slow circles across her clit. She shivers all over, and I watch a pink flush climb over her soft, white tits. I reach up with my free hand to palm one, feeling her heart hammer away in her chest. “That feel good?” I murmur in her ear, increasing the pressure slightly. She squeezes her thighs together and just moans.
My thumb still working, I start dancing my fingertips around the edges of her pussy, swirling over the sensitive skin. When she bucks again, I slowly begin to tease my fingertips in and out of her, keeping my touch light and tickly, until she’s squirming. I have to squeeze my eyes shut as her firm, tight ass rubs up against me. I’m painfully hard, and hearing her moan and cry out is not helping.
