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His hands threaded through her hair and he moved her away. “Daisy,” he rasped.
She rose to her feet and placed one knee on either side of him. With one hand on his chest, she pushed him down onto the bed. As she straddled him, she grasped his shaft and placed the head at her entrance. She took him into her by inches, so warm and wet.
Daisy rode him gently, placing his hands on her breasts and gazing down at him. He couldn’t help but feel it was deliberate, the way she looked at him, watching him. She’d seen everything, and she still wanted him.
He felt his breath catch in his throat and he swallowed hard. “Daisy,” was all he could manage to get out.
“Come here.” She took hold of his arms and pulled him up until he was sitting. “Put your heart next to mine.”
She held him tightly, her chest pressed to his. “You’re mine,” she whispered in his ear.
He held her tightly, as close as he could. “Always,” he whispered in her ear.
Chapter 38
Daisy woke in the morning light, naked and tangled up in Easy’s sheets- their sheets, she supposed and smiled to herself. Her back was to him, and she felt his fingers tracing over her bare shoulder. She rolled over to face him. “Are you trying to decide where you want your mark on me?”
His gaze darkened, a look that always made her catch her breath. “Yes,” he admitted.
She grinned at him. “You first.”
“Done. Anything you want, anywhere you want it.”
“Oh you better be careful saying something like that. I might take advantage.”
He laughed. “Just don’t put any daisies on my ass.”
It was supposed to be funny, but she cupped his face with her hand. “Do you think I’d do anything to make you feel like less of a man?”
He hesitated then shook his head. “No.”
She pulled him to her and kissed him. “I could though,” she mused. “What about one that says Property of Daisy Cutter?”
He kissed her shoulder. “Daisy Turnbull.”
She froze and looked at him. “Was that a proposal?”
“No,” he told her. “Not yet. But I’m a forward thinking guy, and let’s not do anything that’ll have to be fixed later.”
“Jimmy Turnbull! Is this… optimism I’m hearing from you?”
“Glass is half full,” he murmured, while moving over her. “Speaking of being full…”
He thrust into her hard, burying himself inside her.
It wasn’t really a fucking quite yet, she decided, just a claiming. He didn’t move inside her, just held her and filled her up, as he’d said.
Daisy gasped and wrapped her legs around him. “Nice way to wake up.”
“Hmmm.”
“I know what I want,” she told him.
“Tell me slowly.” He swiveled his hips, grinding into her.
“I mean the tattoo,” she said before she lost her train of thought.
“Less exciting,” he replied, and the fucking began.
She dried her hair as he was putting on a shirt. He caught her gaze in the mirror and turned to her. “Really?” she asked, slightly irritated.
“What?”
“A stool? That’s what you’re so goddamn worried about? That’s the reason we can’t shower together?”
He blushed a little and looked away. “It’s not sexy,” he mumbled.
Daisy threw down the towel and put her hand on her hip. “What?! You’re actually standing there and telling me that you don’t remember the chair?”
Easy paused while reaching for his wallet on the top of the dresser. “Oh, God. The chair.” He could actually feel his dick twitching in his pants.
“You forgot about the chair.”
“Baby, I didn’t forget. I was just… I…”
She shook her head and held up one hand. “Don’t. Don’t even.”
“I’ll make it up to you.”
She paused and eyed him. “How?”
“I’ll think of something.”
She sighed and pulled a pair of shorts out of her backpack. “Fine. I’m going to Maria’s to apologize and see if she’ll hire me back.”
“She will,” Easy assured her.
“How do you know?”
“I already talked to her.”
Daisy bit her lip and looked at him. “What… what did you say?”
“No one told her the truth. When I decided to get you back, I just said that you’d had some personal problems come up and asked her to give you another chance. She doesn’t know.”
Daisy sat down on the edge of the bed and picked at the sheets. “I should tell her.”
“That’s up to you.”
“Is it always going to be like this?” she asked. “What if people find out? Do you want to be with-”
“I want to be with you. And I don’t give a fuck what anyone else thinks. If things don’t work out at Maria’s for some reason, Abby will hire you. Or Shooter. We’re getting enough business to get a receptionist.”
“Really?”
He crossed the room and pulled her to her feet. “We’re family, Daisy,” he reminded her. “And we take care of each other.”
She nodded. “Okay.”
Chapter 39
She pulled the door to the bar open and stepped inside. Milo spotted her first. “Thank God!” he cried. As Daisy crossed the nearly empty bar, he turned on his stool. “I need help,” he told her. “I’ve got a date with Alma, and my hair’s not right. And I don’t know where to take her. And she’s no help,” he said, jerking his thumb at Maria.
