Chapter Eight
Drayton
“Oh, my God, that was amazing! Thank you,” Daisy says, rubbing her belly as she sits on the stool at the breakfast bar.
“My pleasure,” I grin, draining the last of the coffee from my mug.
“I can’t remember the last time I had the full works for breakfast. Eggs, bacon, hash browns, sausage. You’re spoiling me,” she sighs, a sound of pure contentment that makes my heart swell.
“If anyone deserves to be spoilt, it’s you,” I reply, my eyes wandering over her in my gray t-shirt. It’s vast, covering her from throat to mid-thigh, but goddamn, it looks fucking sexy on her.
She belongs to me now.
The thought crashes through my mind. She makes me feel alive again. I’ve been living in a state of numbness, and she’s brought me back to life. Watching her come undone in my arms was like nothing I’ve ever experienced before. My only focus was to make her feel good, to have her become so addicted to me she’ll never want to leave.
Sensing my deep thoughts, Daisy gets to her feet, moving to stand in front of me. Her hands go to my chest, her fingers digging into my shirt, and for once, I wish I wasn’t wearing it. Not that my scars seemed to faze her—if anything, she looked at my body with something close to wonder.
She tilts her head up to look at me, her eyes like molten honey. “Drayton, I don’t know what this is between us, but I want to see where it goes. I—I want you,” she says, her words almost a whisper.
My cock leaks cum at those soft words. I’ve been hard since I first clapped eyes on her yesterday, and watching her orgasm for me earlier hasn’t helped any.
I haven’t been interested in sex since before Yemen. My few experiences from years ago weren’t memorable—maybe because I was waiting for this beautiful woman in my arms. I haven’t even jerked myself off because it felt like those parts of me were dead, just like the soldiers I left behind. My focus has been on this town, cleaning up the mess the last sheriff left behind and making sure my dad is okay.
But Daisy brings me a peace I’ve never felt before. We’ve both experienced the darkness the world has to offer, and we deserve to move into the light. Together.
“Do you—do you still want me?” Daisy asks uncertainly, mistaking my silence for hesitancy.
“More than my next breath,” I rasp, my hands clenching on her waist. “I don’t ever want you to question how much I want you. You’ll never find yourself out in the cold all alone again. Not as long as I’m breathing.”
“Even knowing what you do about my mother?”
I growl, and her eyes widen. “Only made it clearer that you need someone to look after you. You need someone to stand with you, support you, help you fight any battles life throws at you. I'm going to be that someone. I want you, Daisy. I want you more than I’ve ever wanted anything.”
Her mouth parts a little. “I feel that way, too.”
I smile at her. God, she’s so fucking beautiful. Earth-shaking beauty mixed with a sweet innocence.
Her arms slide up my chest and lock around my neck. “Kiss me, Drayton.”
“If I kiss you now, I won’t stop until I’m buried inside you,” I warn her.
Her lips lift into a smile. “That sounds like heaven to me. We’re snowed in. It’s not like we have anything better to do.”
I let go of her waist, bringing my hands under her ass, and her legs go around my hips as I lift her. My mouth finds hers as I carry her upstairs to the bedroom and the noise that usually pollutes my brain melts away. There’s only her.
I lay her down in the middle of my bed and drag my mouth from hers, sucking in a breath as I look down at her. She’s exquisite, her blond curls spread across my pillow, her mouth swollen from our kisses. Her honey-brown eyes are drowsy with lust, and I fucking love that I’m the one who’s put that look there. She’s like my own personal wet dream, and I never want to wake up.
I strip out of the sweatpants and t-shirt I threw on earlier and push my boxers down my legs. Daisy’s eyes roam over me hungrily, and she licks her lips as they drop to my rigid cock.
“Drayton, please!” she moans, reaching her arms towards me.
My whole body is burning up with a primal need. I suck in deep breaths, trying to calm myself. I need to make this good for her. Make her body burn for mine until she’s mindless with pleasure.
I lower myself over her, blanketing her body with mine, and she wriggles under me, rubbing herself against me like a cat. She lifts her arms above her head, and I strip her out of my t-shirt. I unclip her bra, spilling her tits between us. They’re full and lush with dusky pink nipples. My mouth waters, and I dip my head, closing my mouth over one, pulling and tugging it into a hard peak before repeating the process with the other nipple.
Daisy cries out and jerks against me, her little moans making my cock leak more pre-cum. I can smell how much she needs me as her feminine scent teases my nostrils.
“You need to come again, sweet thing?” I growl, nipping at her sensitive flesh.