Total pages in book: 66
Estimated words: 63445 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 317(@200wpm)___ 254(@250wpm)___ 211(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 63445 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 317(@200wpm)___ 254(@250wpm)___ 211(@300wpm)
She felt that wave of euphoria starting to rise, her orgasm just out of reach. Easy must have sensed it too, because he dragged his mouth away from her breast. “Fucking come, Daisy,” he rasped. “Tighten up that hot, little pussy for me.”
Daisy’s wetness had puddled around them, mixing with their sweat and slicking their thighs. Effortlessly she rose up, feeling that empty ache as he left her channel, and plunged back down again, giving them both what they needed. The wave finally overtook her and she lifted her feet to feel all of him inside her at that moment. The ache in her pussy subsided as came, around him and on him, flooding them both with more of her juices. She squeezed over and over, milking him thoroughly after she felt the first jerk of his cock inside her.
She rested her head on his shoulder, gasping for breath. Easy wrapped his arms around her and pulled her close, cock still inside her, throbbing occasionally. When she felt her legs would hold her, she stood up and moved away from him. Her clothes were strewn about the room and she set about getting herself dressed again as he disposed of the condom.
As she pulled her shirt back down over her head, there was a sharp knock at the door. Easy was buckling his belt as he strode toward the door. “Jesus Christ,” he muttered and glanced at Daisy who was stepping back into her panties. “How many people go through here every day?” he asked, grasping the knob.
“That’s exactly what I want to know.”
Daisy looked up to see the old hag who ran the place standing in the doorway. She scowled right back at the woman and snatched a pair of shorts off the bed.
“What do you want?” Daisy snapped, though she knew very well why the woman was here.
“Got a lot of men traipsing through here,” the old woman replied.
Easy shot Daisy a look and Daisy glared at him. “Just you and Adam,” she assured him. “Adam didn’t even come in tonight,” she told the old woman, “and you damn well know it.”
The old lady jerked her head at Easy. “Where’s my cut for this one?”
Before Daisy could respond, Easy laughed sharply. “Woman, do I look like I pay for pussy?”
She smirked at him. “Maybe you’re a freak.”
“Maybe you’re a freak!” Daisy shot back. “How long were you standing outside that door?! Ew.”
“I’m not giving you shit,” Easy told the woman. “She’s my girlfriend.”
It was hard to tell who was more shocked by this declaration, the hag or Daisy, but Daisy felt certain they both looked a bit stunned.
“Keep giving her shit,” he said, “and my friend Caleb can come over. You might remember Caleb. About this high,” he said, raising his hand. “Dark hair, shiny badge.”
The woman turned and huffed off down the sidewalk. Easy jerked the door the rest of the way open.
“Bitch,” Daisy mumbled.
“She tried that shit with Sarah, too.” He adjusted his clothes and ran and hand through his hair. “Anyway, she won’t bother you now. Long as you don’t have anyone else in your room.”
Daisy’s breath caught a little. Was he telling her they were exclusive? Did he really mean it when he said-?
“If Adam keeps showing up, she’s not gonna buy that girlfriend line.”
Daisy felt her hopes deflate but was determined not to let it show. “Yeah. Thanks,” she said.
He nodded to her and left the room, shutting the door behind him. Daisy kicked the chair they’d just fucked in and it toppled over onto the floor. “Idiot,” she muttered.
Chapter 21
Daisy’s phone rang again and she sighed as she checked the caller ID. Settling down in Rapid City was all well and good, but she couldn’t go on pretending that Delay and the people in it didn’t exist anymore. She tapped the screen and brought the phone to her ear.
“What do you want?” she asked, deciding that it was best to just cut through the bullshit.
“Hey, Daisy,” came Matt’s voice through the phone. “How are you doing?”
“Fine,” she said while stuffing one foot into a cowboy boot.
“So, are you really staying there? In South Dakota?”
“Yeah. I like it here.”
“You’re not... you’re not hooked up with one of them bikers or anything, are you?”
It was hard to tell if he was really concerned about her. It was possible, though, considering the fact that the first -and last- group of one percenters Matt had run into had beaten the shit out of him. It wasn’t hard to imagine what guys like that would do to a girl like Daisy.
Daisy had to admit she’d also had an unrealistic idea of outlaw MC’s before they’d arrived in Sturgis. To Daisy, they’d just been cowboys on steel horses and though it was obvious they weren’t exactly law abiding citizens, she hadn’t taken the time to consider what that really meant.