Page 34 of What He Wants

“Get. Out.”

Had I heard him right? His tone was rough, final, and I knew that Big John didn’t say anything he didn’t mean. I could only stare up at him, wondering what I’d done but too stunned to ask him, too stunned to demand an explanation. He hadn’t hesitated to fuck me before. Had I done something this time that had triggered a bad memory for him? Too many thoughts were racing through my mind as I tried to understand what was happening.

“Now, Daisy, before I−” He cut himself off, smashing his fist into the wall.

I jumped and sucked in my breath, worried that he’d hurt himself, but a sideways glance revealed that the tile was still intact. There was blood, however, where he’d smashed his knuckles. I didn’t think he would hurt me, but I decided the best thing I could do was get the hell out of there, so I turned and stepped out, grabbed a towel, and disappeared into the other room. I didn’t know what had angered Big John, but it was obvious that it was aimed at me. How could someone just snap like that?

I quickly dried off, dressed, and decided to go back downstairs.

Big John

Sonofabitch!I remained standing there with my palms against the wall and let the water pellet my backside. I’d almost fucked Daisy without a fucking condom! I’d come so close to sinking into her wet heat that it had scared the shit out of me and I’d overreacted. I never fucked without wrapping my dick first.Never!And I hadn’t handled the situation very well, because the moment that I slipped up and fucked Daisy raw, I’d be claiming an old lady before the end of the day.

I didn’t want an old lady.

I stared down at my hard dick. Christ. I was too fucking wound up with unfamiliar shit, feelings that I didn’t have time for. I grabbed my dick roughly, almost punishingly, and closed my eyes to rub one off. It wouldn’t take long with the enticing image of Daisy’s nakedness teasing me behind my eyes. The woman was dangerous. She would be so easy to have something deeper with than just a physical relationship. But I refused to go there. My life wasn’t going to include the happily ever after shit that other brothers had found.

No fucking way.

My balls drew up tight and the sweet rush that came from release traveled up my dick and splashed onto the tile in front of me. The echo of animalistic grunts sounded throughout the bathroom as I continued to rub my dick until it was drained of every drop of cum. In my mind, I was buried deep inside Daisy’s tight body. I shuddered, releasing my dick.

When I was done, I turned toward the water and showered, wondering what kind of fallback I was going to face with her for what I’d done. She was bound to be confused, maybe even angry. Christ. Why did shit between people have to be so complicated? All I’d wanted was a good fuck before heading off to Last Hope, something to relieve the tension and start me on my way with a clear mind.

I was beginning to question my sanity at deciding to leave the sweetbutts alone. They provided relief, instant, and with no strings, just dirty, no-holds barred sex. But for some fucking reason, every time I thought about fucking, the only face that came to my mind was Daisy’s. How could one little woman cause so much trouble? If I’d fucked her bareback…I tried not to think about how fucking good that would have felt with nothing between us, the soft, wet heat of her body hugging my bare dick and milking it dry.

Jesus!

My dick was getting hard again.

I finished my shower and stepped out. As I was toweling myself dry I took in the too quiet room beyond the bathroom, my gut telling me that Daisy had fled.

Damn!

Chapter 15

Daisy

I was going to leave! I couldn’t take anymore of the madness that was Big John. The man kept me horny and confused, and I was beginning to realize that anything that had to do with him was not healthy for me. My heart was still beating erratically from our steamy encounter, even though it had had a less than awesome ending. Something had stopped him from fucking me, and the way that I felt right now I didn’t give a flying fuck what it had been.

I’d find Jasmine, tell her what my plans were, and then I’d go home. No one could stop me. I had a business to run, and now that the snow storm had ended ladies would be knocking on the door for services. At least, they would be in the morning, as it had suddenly dawned on me that it was evening. That’s how messed up I was over what had just taken place.

The place was quieter than usual, lights had been turned down or off. I walked through the clubhouse, keeping my gaze straight ahead because I knew exactly what was going on in there from some of the sounds that I heard. There were still people in the bar, mostly members and their old ladies, a toned-down version, I was sure, of what was the norm for a biker bar. The restaurant was dark, revealing that everyone who was in there, children mostly, were in bed. I reluctantly made my way back to the clubhouse. A quick search didn’t produce Jasmine. Damn! I guessed that she must have been with Clay in his room. Well, I could phone her later to tell her I’d left.

As I stood contemplating what to do to get out of there, I was approached by one of the women I’d learned early on was a sweetbutt. The smile on her face didn’t fool me. I knew she had a thing for Big John just from the way she’d glared at me that first night, and from the rumors I’d heard since. I braced myself for the hard determination I saw in her flashing eyes, sensing that this wasn’t going to be a friendly chat.

“You done chasing Big John?”

Well, that was blunt. “I’m not chasing anyone.”

She laughed, but the sound had little humor in it. “They all say that, honey. But let me tell you, he always comes back to us.” Well, that was different. I’d been expecting her to say ‘me’. “Big John likes variety, and he doesn’t do relationships.Ever.He might fuck a civilian, but that’s all you’ll ever be to him, a fuck.”

Nice.

“Don’t listen to her, Daisy.” I turned toward Joanne, who was the only sweetbutt there that had made me feel welcomed. “There have been a few other members here who started out the same way as Big John.” She glared at Lucy. “And they’re happily married with families now.”

Lucy shook her head, keeping the fake smile on her painted lips. “We both know Big John is different.” She put her thick mascaraed eyes back on me. Her gaze ran up and down my body, mouth twisting as if she’d found me lacking. “Once he’s done with you, I’ll be the one he comes to. I know just how he likes to have his cock sucked, how rough he likes to push that big, fat cock deep into my ass.”

She would never know how much her words had hurt me, but she’d painted a clear picture for me. Somehow, I kept myself from exposing the pain, and decided that two could play at her game. “Oh, wow. We haven’t done anal yet. I’ll need to bring that up the next time we have a moment alone.” I heard the words fall from my mouth, wondering at the same time what the hell I was doing.