Chapter Ten
Daisy
“Fuck!” Dray grunts, clenching his jaw.
“Dray!” I moan, my head falling back, my fingernails digging into his chest.
My breasts judder as I ride him, my hips moving back and forth as I sink down on his cock. He grips my hips, anchoring me to him so he can thrust up into my welcoming body. I’m getting close. Breathy little moans escape me, and I can feel my pussy fluttering around him, trying to suck the cum from his balls.
I woke Dray up ten minutes ago when I slid myself down on his already hard cock. Since we first made love a few days ago, I’ve been insatiable—not that he seems to mind. He can’t get enough of me, either.
I look down to where our bodies are joined, watching as I lift off him and sink back down, my pussy lips spreading greedily around his cock. Dray slips one hand from my hip to reach between us and stroke my clit.
“Oh, God, that feels so good, Dray! Don’t stop!” I gasp, jerking at the delicious sensation of his fingers teasing the bundle of nerves.
“Not planning to, baby. Not until you scream and cream all over my cock,” he grunts, his attention focused solely on me.
“I’m gonna come,” I moan, just as my body bows forward.
Our eyes lock. Dray loves watching me as I come apart for him. My face scrunches up as pleasure screams through me. My internal muscles lock down on him, squeezing his cock so hard he has no choice but to follow me over the edge, unloading his seed inside me. We ride out our orgasm together, the pleasure rolling through us until I collapse on his chest, completely spent. I run my hands over his chest, unable to stop touching him as the last tendrils of pleasure fade away.
We both have to return to work today, but I don’t want to be apart from him. If the way Dray is holding me is any indication, he’s feeling the same way. We’ve been locked in our private little world for the last few days, but now it’s time for reality to intrude again.
“We need to get up and get dressed, sweet thing,” Dray murmurs. “I’ll take you to work on my way to the station.”
“Okay,” I sigh, making no attempt to move.
He rolls us so he’s looming over me. He smooths my curls away from my flushed cheeks and kisses me, slow and sweet. Everything feels so natural with him, like we’ve been doing this every morning for years rather than days.
“I need to see Mom before I go to work,” I sigh, feeling the weight of responsibility settling on my shoulders again.
“Okay,” he nods, reading my expression. He knows me so well already, knows that this is something I need to do, that I need to try, one last time.
We both get dressed, me in my jeans and sweater from the other night, now freshly laundered, and Dray in his uniform. He looks so handsome, and my heart squeezes in my chest, knowing that he’s mine.
The snow is still piled high in places, but the roads are mostly clear, courtesy of the snow trucks. It doesn’t take us long to reach Mom’s house—that’s how I think of it now, as her house, not mine. I don’t belong there anymore. I came back to help her, but she never really wanted my help, or anything else from me, for that matter.
“Want me to come in with you?” Dray asks, cutting the engine and turning to look at me.
I shake my head. “No. This is something I need to do alone.”
He nods, pulling me in for a quick kiss. “I’ll be right here.”
Mom has removed the chain from the front door so I can let myself into the house. I immediately note that it’s not in good shape. Dirty dishes are piled up in the kitchen, and the trashcan is overflowing, spilling its contents onto the floor.
I continue through to the living area. A pile of dirty clothes sits in the middle of the floor as if Mom has just left whatever she was wearing there. It reminds me of the first day I first walked through the door, almost three months ago. I thought I could bring her back from the brink, swoop in like the perfect daughter and save her. But I know now that I can’t save her from herself. Only she can do that.
“Decided to come back, did you?”
I turn at the sound of Mom’s voice to see her shuffling into the room. She’s wearing black leggings and an old t-shirt with stains on it. She looks like an old woman, far older than her forty-four years. It’s heartbreaking.
“Hi, Mom,” I reply softly. “I just came to collect my things. I’m not staying.”
Relief flares in her eyes. “Good. Don’t need you. Don’t need anyone. My life went to shit because of you!”
I close my eyes as sadness washes over me. She told me the other night she didn’t want me. I should’ve listened. For the first time, I’m able to see the unbreachable distance between us. It dawns on me that I’m the one who’s spent years trying to leap over that emotional chasm to reach her and that she’s never made any attempt to reciprocate. Because she didn’t want to.
I swallow the ball of emotion clogging my throat. “I’m sorry I couldn’t fix you, Mom, but the truth is, only you can do that. I’ve done everything I can to seek your approval, your love, but you can’t love me, can you? Not when you can’t love yourself. I know you never wanted me, but I’m here anyway, and I’m doing good, despite you not because of you. I’m moving on with my life now. I’m just sorry that you couldn’t find a way to move on with yours.”
“Well done. Happy for you,” she says flatly, her eyes narrowed on me. “Now go, and don’t come back.”
I could almost believe she hates me, but I think she hates herself more.
I turn and walk out of the house, not even bothering to collect my meager possessions. It’s only a few clothes—nothing that can’t be replaced. I need to leave this house and everything in it to the past.
I make it to the cruiser before I break down. Dray is leaning against the passenger door, waiting for me. He doesn’t say anything, just pulls me into his arms, rocking me and muttering words of comfort as I release a lifetime of sorrow. His scent wraps around me, just like his arms, soothing me until the huge knot in my stomach finally releases into a dull ache.
When my tears finally stop, he pulls a handkerchief from his pocket and wipes my eyes. “All done, baby?”
I grimace. “All done. She’s made her choice. I can’t do any more.”