Her hands moved down, resting over my hard cock as she kept kissing me. “Does this mean you are fine with me touching you here? Or should I stop?”
“No, it’s okay. Keep going,” I breathed. I tried to focus on every brush of her fingers and push of her palm against me, but my head started to spin.
“So have you had a blowjob before, then?”
“Yes.”
“And? Did that at least feel good?”
“No.”
“No?”
“I think I flinched more than anything and never got off.” I tried to laugh it off, but my voice gave me away. I hated admitting to any of this. I knew the wild range of thoughts people had when I did tell them that I couldn’t be touched, and I never actually admitted to anyone exactly how little sexual experience I had. It’s not that I couldn’t figure it all out. I had just never wanted to.
Until now, apparently.
Daisy’s hand still moved over my cock and I pushed against her, wishing there was nothing between us now.
“Does that mean you might want to try it now?”
Her fingers moved along the seam of my shorts, and I didn’t stop her. Instead, I nodded.
Her face lit up with a smile, and she moved to undo my shorts completely when someone started banging on the door.
“Daisy!” a girl yelled. “We’re out of beer, and need you to find more.”
“Can you give me a few minutes?” she yelled back.
“No! Get your ass out here and take care of us,” the girl yelled, laughing as she banged on the door again.
“It’s alright,” I said. “Go take care of your party.”
“Are you sure? I really don’t mind staying in here to take care of you.” Her eyebrows jumped as she smiled, but I shook my head.
“Maybe some other time. Come on.” I jumped down, angling her towards the door and back out into the crowd of people.
I really didn’t mind waiting. It was a lot to even learn that I liked touching Daisy, but it was another to find out how bad I wanted her to touch me, and having another day to take that in wasn’t a problem for me.
Maybe by then, I would have a clear head and realize how bad of an idea this all was.
SIXTEENDAISY
A few days later, I was sitting silently next to Kye as he drove us to Isabella’s house.
He was already annoyed.
I guess it shouldn’t have been a surprise based on his earlier texts telling me that he would be, but I wasn’t sure what to do with him now. We were already on our way to Isabella’s party, and this would be my first time seeing Dean since the whole boat incident. I had invited the girls to my party earlier in the week, but left him out. It had been enough, though, and Isabella had invited me to the party that the sorority house was throwing.
“And what party is this now?” he asked. His hand tapped the shifter as we sat in the car, looking at the huge house. He had been agitated since we got into the car, and I couldn’t imagine this was helping.
“One Isabella is having at the sorority house.”
“The sorority that you left because they were treating you so badly?”
I drummed my fingers against my thigh. “Yeah, but this is for Isabella, not for the other girls. She’s the only one that has been more of a friend to me still, and I want to show up for her.”
“And of course you couldn’t still be friends if you didn’t make an appearance,” he said in a mocking tone.
“Do you just want to go?” I snapped.
“No. I want to get this shit over with. Come on.” He kicked the door open, getting out and heading to my side, but not bothering to open the door.
“I feel like you’re going to start a fight tonight.”
He stared down at me, the frown on his face deepening. “And? Isn’t that what you like about me? That I’ll punch the stupid ex-boyfriend or try to kill anyone who gets too close to us?”
“Kye,” I said, reaching out and touching his arm. He pulled away, stepping back until he was out of reach.
“Listen, I’ve had a shit day, Daze. All I want to do is go be at the garage or go home, but I’m here playing fake fucking boyfriend, so don’t even give me shit for not being happy about it.”
“Wow,” I said, slamming the door. “Sorry, I wanted these people to think I was fine without them after last weekend. And sorry that I wanted Dean to see you here, and maybe think twice about trying to basically kill me again. Maybe I’ll act the same way next weekend when I have to go to the stupid party with you and Holt. Oh, and when I have to tell my dad that I’m dating you, and handle the fight from that. My dad, the sheriff, who you seem to love pissing off. Sorry it’s too difficult to be my boyfriend, but I have to play nice and be your girlfriend. Just go home, Kye.” I stomped towards the house, not bothering to look back, no matter how badly I wanted to.
Music and people spilled out onto the front patio, and I pushed through them, trying to make my way to the kitchen but winding up in the living room.
Isabella sat on a guy’s lap on one couch, Sydney sitting on Dean’s lap next to them.
Of course, I had to run into him first.
