“I thought about you all night,” I said, softer now.
“Tell me.”
I didn’t say anything, quietly trying to decide what I was going to do. He bit hard at my neck, making me wince.
“Now, Daisy,” he yelled. “Tell me everything.”
I closed my eyes and leaned my head back. “I thought about the way he drove and how it was so careful compared to you. And the way he’s nice but doesn’t cross the line like you try to. I wondered why he kept ignoring me and talking to everyone until I realized I had become so used to the way you whisper to me all the time, like you only want to talk to me, even when there’s a hundred people around. I thought about how you wouldn’t have made me come into the haunted house because you would already know that I would hate it. That you would burn it down if I asked. Or that you would carry me through and just fight anyone who bothered me.” I was laughing now, but I opened my eyes. “I wondered if I was never with you again, would I ever find someone who touches me like they need it to breathe? It’s like you can’t get enough of me.”
He didn’t say anything, but he watched me, so I continued.
“I thought about the way you kiss right behind my ear every chance you get and the way I think I’m the one who needs you to breathe. Mark is so sweet, and careful. He’s levelheaded, he is always saying all the right things, and my dad already loves him. And he doesn’t just throw me up against walls. I mean, he asks to hold my hand. He asks.”
Kye’s lips twitched, but he didn’t smile completely.
“But it doesn’t matter. None of it matters because I love you and your chaos. You don’t always say the right thing and you scare me with your reckless attitude, but I can’t get enough. And then all I can think is that I don’t know if I’m just young and stupid, or if I will spend the rest of my life comparing guys to you.”
He leaned forward, his forehead against mine. “I don’t care if I am young and stupid. I don’t have to compare anyone to you. I don’t know that I ever will. There will never be any competition. What is this costume?” he asked, moving the skirt around.
I smiled. “I’m a prom queen. Duh?”
“You are the sluttiest prom queen I have ever seen. Did you really dress up like this for him?” Realization dawned as his eyes went wider. “No, you wore this for me.”
“Obviously. I don’t think anyone else is going around calling me that to get the joke. Although, I thought you would like the more murderous version.”
“I do. My perfect daisy flower looks as murderous as I feel. How did you know I would come?”
“I didn’t, but I might have hoped that you would show up.”
“Why were you on a date, then, if you were just hoping for me to be here?”
“We haven’t talked all week, and I thought you would at least say something. And then I was told that I had to go on this date with him and didn’t want to disappoint my dad.”
“What about disappointing me?”
“Yeah. I’m realizing now that I hate that more than anything else.”
There was a breath of silence between us, until he broke loose.
He moved fast now, pulling out his cock and pushing my underwear aside. His fingers swiped, and I knew he could feel how wet I already was.
“What about this? Is this for me or him?”
“I don’t know what you’re talking about.”
“Are you so wet for me? Or him?” he asked again, the edge to his voice deadly.
“Kye, I don’t—”
“Answer me,” he said.
“You.”
“Good. You’re mine.”
“It was fake, Kye. None of it was real.”
“All of it was real,” he said, hiking up my leg and putting his cock at my entrance. “Every minute I spent with you was real. What about now? Is this not real?”
“Sex doesn’t mean real, no.”
“I would have taken you out tonight, but you didn’t give me a chance, so this is the only real we get.”With that, he thrust into me, making me cry out at the sudden fullness. “Scream my name. Tell them all that you’re mine.”
I didn’t say it, my mind to focused on wanting him to move, to fuck me hard against the wall. I was a terrible person. I was supposed to be here with Mark.
“I want to hear how much you enjoy fucking me, and then I’ll let you get back to your date.” He started moving hard, moving against me with a blinding rage.
I couldn’t stop it. No part of me wanted to either, so I let myself enjoy it.
“Kye,” I yelled, getting so close to an orgasm I couldn’t think of anything but him.
“I can’t believe you thought we were done for good. That I wasn’t yours anymore, and you weren’t mine. Is that really what you wanted?” he asked, the angry edge to his tone matching his frantic pace now.
“No,” I mumbled, losing myself to him.
“Good. I’ll send you back to him with my cum running down your legs. Then there’s no mistake that you’re mine.”
He pushed into me again, thrusting his hips up and into me.
