“Okay,” she said, as I ended the call. I didn’t need more questions. 

I needed her.

Exactly five minutes later, I made it to her window and crawled in. She had been sitting on her bed, but she hurried to come over to me. I was ready for her to wrap herself around me, but she stopped in her tracks, eyes wide as she looked up at me. 

“You got in a fight,” she stated. “Your eye is already turning purple.”

“Yeah.”

“What are you doing here now?” She didn’t sound mad or upset. If anything, just confused. Worst of all, she still wasn’t touching me. 

Then I remembered her face after the last fight I had got in. Not the one that she wanted when I hit Dean, but the one at the diner with the same guys.

“You’re scared of me.”

She was already shaking her head and reached out. Her hand ran along my chest and unfurled the pain that I had been holding there.“No. I’m just not sure what’s going on. You’ve had me freaked out since you called, and then you show up like this. What’s going on?”

“I got in a fight,” I said, stepping closer to her. She didn’t move, letting me press up against her. “And then all I could think about was you.” I grabbed her hands, forcing them up to my neck as I stepped forward. My hands slid under her legs, and I picked her up just to throw her back onto the bed to come down over her.

“Everywhere, Daze. Touch me everywhere,” I said, before I slammed my lips onto hers. If she was freaked out or worried now, she didn’t show it. Her legs wrapped around my waist, her hands moving over every inch they could reach as she kissed me. Each movement of her lips pressed into me harder, her tongue demanding that I open up for her.

I still barely touched her, my hands pressed into the mattress to hold myself up, and for the first time in my life, I wasn’t worried about not being in control.

She pushed at me, flipping me over so she could straddle herself over my lap.

My already hard cock pressed against her, straining against my jeans where I could already feel the warmth of her. I’d always let my body control me. The way I would fight or pull away; the screaming agony that controlled how I acted around people who wanted to touch me. It was always in control, and now was no different, but for the first time, my body wanted more.

I reached down, running my hand along the seam of the ridiculously small pajama shorts she had on. My fingers pushed against her entrance, surprised that she was already wet. I slid two fingers into her, watching as her eyes went wide and her mouth dropped open.

My hand flew over her mouth before she made a sound, and she bit down. Her body squirmed against my hand before I moved it back to her hip.

My other hand was still between her teeth.

“You’re about to draw blood.”

“Well, I wasn’t exactly expecting the man who doesn’t want to touch to go right to my pussy. I’ll be more careful.”

“No need. Bite down, dig your nails into me, draw blood. I don’t care what you do to me, but especially not that.”

“You want me to draw blood? What? Do you like pain?” she asked with a laugh.

“I, apparently, like anything done by your hands. Pain or not.”

“Why are you here, Kye? Sex or just this?”

It was a fair question. I think any guy that came in through a girl’s window would generally be looking for sex, but it hadn’t crossed my mind yet. I was so wrapped up in all of this being new that I hadn’t even thought about having sex.

My chest caved in with the worry that this pleasure of her touch would be gone the second I forced myself to take it further.

“You.”

“That doesn’t answer my question.”

“It does. I’m here for you. For your fucking hands that seem to erase every goddamn ounce of pain that my body goes through. It erases everything until I’m fucking high on it. I wasn’t coming for sex, just this.”

“Okay,” she said, leaning back down to kiss me. “Why don’t I finish what we started in the pool house, then?”

She gave me one wicked smile before sliding down my body.

Before she could even get my jeans unbuttoned, though, another fucking knock came from the door.

“Daisy?”

Her eyes went wide and she jumped up.

“Yeah?”

“You okay?” her dad asked from the other side of the door.

I couldn’t stop my laugh, my lips tight together to keep silent. “I’m so happy,” I whispered. “Best day of my life.”

“Shut. Up. Get in the closet,” she hissed. “Before he comes in here and sees this.”

“You’re twenty-one years old. I think you are allowed to have boys in your room.”

“Maybe, but you definitely aren’t on that list of approved boys.” She pulled me up, trying to make me actually get in the closet, but there wasn’t a chance that was going to happen.

“No? He won’t love knowing you’re in here with me? That you snuck me into your room because you want to fuck me so bad,” I said, still laughing against her ear. I lifted her up, stepping across the room to push her quietly against the door just in case he really opened it.

Her eyes went wider, and she smacked at my shoulder, but I leaned in, kissing up her neck.

“I’m good. Why?” she finally asked.

“Just heard some noises.”

“All good in here. Going to bed, actually.”

“Okay,” he said. The long pause made me wonder if he really would open the door. “Goodnight, then.”

“Goodnight!” she yelled, her voice a little too high-pitched. Seconds passed before she smacked at me again, but when I put a little space between our chests, she quickly leaned back in, kissing me hard. “Honestly, at this rate, you may never get a blowjob.”

“That’s fine.”

“No, it’s not. Put me down.”

I dropped her legs immediately and stayed glued against the door. She was already undoing my jeans, reaching in and wrapping her hand around my cock. I fell harder against the door, the pleasure rippling through me so fast I nearly fell over.

My head fell back, taking in every second, wondering if I would ever feel it again.