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If he thought I was going to let him touch me after another woman had turned him on he had another thing coming!
Chapter 22
Big John
I had a feeling that I knew why Daisy was suddenly pissed at me--jealousy as green as her eyes, which had been focused on me like twin rays of destruction. I wondered if she knew thather reaction to a non-existent issue turned me the fuck on. I guessed at what she was thinking, and her thoughts of me with another woman turned my woman into a tigress. It fucking turned me hard, because it revealed that she thought of me as belonging to her. My dick was hard enough to break concrete, and all because of her reaction. A jealous Daisy was sexy as hell, and I was sure that me calling Charlie sweetheart had tipped her over the edge.
Charlie and I were old friends, and had been long before she’d become a cop, but her association with the club had nothing to do with me. She had once been tight with BK, so tight that it had shocked all of us when he’d turned her loose. He didn’t talk about it, but rumors hadcirculated that it had to do with her career choice. Who the fuck knew, except for BK and Charlie?
“If you think you’re going to fuck me−”
I pushed her up against my truck and caged her in with my arms. “You’re jealous,” I grinned down into her flushed face.
“And you’re turned on!” she said in an accusing tone, making a half-hearted effort to push me away.
I snorted. “Babe, I’m always turned on when you’re around.”
“That’s bullshit!” she said with feeling. “You didn’t get a hard-on until Charlie showed up.”
I laughed heartily at that. Daisy’s face turned redder, but it was the sheen of unshed tears in her eyes that gutted me. I suddenly realized the gravity of the situation for her. It was sobering. “Babe, there’s never been anything between me and Charlie. We’re old friends.” I moved in closer, hearing the catch in her breath. “I got a fucking hard-on when I realized what you were thinking about her and me. It fucking means a lot to me to know you don’t like the thought of me with another woman, that you want me for yourself.” The softness of her curves against me finally won out, and I slammed my mouth down on hers.
Like the strike of a match, the flame between us flared fast and out of control. I ground my dick against her lower belly, letting her feel whatshewas doing to me, and no one else. All the other women in my past had been unimportant, merely outlets to relieve stress. Just that. Daisy made me feel so fucking much that sometimes it scared me. The thought of her being hurt, the image of the gun to her head, had nearly paralyzed me. But she’d proven she was strong and resourceful, and had created a solution that had allowed me to act.
I was fucking proud of her. Proud that I had a woman who was intelligent and didn’t fold at the first sign of trouble. I wanted to claim her right then andthere,toshow her who owned her. I ground my mouth over hers, slipping my tongue inside, tasting the sweet nectar inside, swallowing her moans. I groaned deeply, taking her bottom lip between my teeth, and then sucking the sting away. Gradually, I pulled away. We were both breathing heavily, clinging to each other for support.
“I’m still not going to let you fuck me in the truck.”
Her sass brought a sharp bark of laughter up my throat. I rested my forehead against hers. “Baby, let’s get one thing clear. When I want to fuck you, I will, no matter where we are.” My words made her tremble, which told me that she wasn’t exactly opposed to it. “It doesn’t fucking matter if it’s in the truck, on a park bench, in the club bar, or in a bed. Nothing will keep me from sliding my dick inside your tight pussy.”
“God, you have a filthy mouth,” she said, but I saw the trembling smile on her mouth.
“And you fucking love it.” Customers began filing out of the diner, but I ignored them. “I bet you’re wet right now just thinking about it.”
“You’re a cocky devil. You sound so sure of yourself.”
She gave me a shove, and I backed up with a smirk. “Prove it.”
Her cheeks colored.
“Hey, you two--” We both glanced over at Charlie, who was walking toward her cruiser. “No hanky panky in the parking lot,” she smiled.
I acknowledge her with a wave, and then opened the truck door. As Daisy climbed, in I helped her with a hand to her bottom. She didn’t need the help, but I couldn’t resist the temptation. Before she sat down I ran my index finger between her legs, right over the core of her. Jesus, she was hot as sin down there. She gasped and shot me a glare, which only made me grin. I shut the door and walked around to the driver’s side.
I closed my door and looked over at her. “You going to prove it?” I teased.
“Nope,” she said smugly. I didn’t miss the amusement in her eyes. “It will give you something to think about on the ride home.”
Little witch! The thought of her wet pussy kept me hard as stone all the way back to Daisy’s place. All I could think about was fucking the hell out of her, and when we pulled into her drive it was still on my mind. I turned off the truck and turned toward her. “Is your salon open today?” I was already reaching for her.
“Not on Sundays and Mondays,” she explained, straddling my lap like I wanted her to do. “Why? You going to ravish me?” she teased.
“Hell, yeah, woman.” I kissed her, slipping my hands beneath her sweater and running them up her torso to her tits. With a grunt of frustration, I pushed her bra up and out of the way, taking her warm flesh in my hands and squeezing. I tore my mouth from hers and latched on to a nipple. “I’m going to fuck you so hard.”
Daisy moaned and arched back, thrusting her tits out with eager passion. Her hands sank into my hair as she held me against her. The scrape of her nails sent sparks of electricity down my body to my dick, causing me to lose control. I couldn’t get enough of her fragrant, warm flesh, and moved back and forth between loving her tits and sucking on her neck. Her heavy sweater kept getting in the way of what I wanted, and I finally lifted it up over her head, tossing it aside.
“Oh, God, Big John!” she panted, clenching her nails into my shoulders, grinding her covered sex against the ridge of my hard dick.
The friction sent us both into a frenzy of hungry need. I reached for the snap to her jeans, ripping her pants open and sinking my hand between her legs. She was sopping wet, just as I’d expected. I buried a finger deep inside of her, feeling her swell and clench around it.