Chapter 20

Feeling Daisy's body underneath mine. Fuck, I knew I missed her. Sleeping next to her every night wasn't enough. It was enough to allow me a few hours of rest, but that's it. I need her. I haven't stopped needing her.

My hand slides up along her waist, moving between our bodies to cup her breast. "Fuck, I missed these," I admit aloud.

"Mmm, they've missed you too." Daisy's back arches slightly off the floor, as much as it can with my weight on top of her. I roll her nipple through the tips of my fingers, through the silk of her nightgown.

Moving lower, I kiss a trail from her lips all the way down the middle of her chest. I slide the thin strap of her nightgown down her shoulder, moving the fabric under her breast. Then my mouth latches on to her now-exposed breast.

"Gabe, I need you. Don't make me wait any longer." Daisy pulls at the ends of my hair.

I roll us over so I'm on my back and she's straddling me. "I'm all yours, baby. Have me," I tell her.

Her hands rush to undo my belt, and then the button and fly on my jeans. I don't think I've ever seen her more frenzied to get inside my pants before. Daisy pushes to her feet as she slides the straps of her nightgown over her arms, letting the material slide down her body. Her fingers hook into her panties, and she pulls them along her legs. Her bare pussy calls to me. I need a taste. She barely has the first foot out of the lace before my hands grab her hips. I pick her up and settle her above my face. My tongue slides from the back to the front of her lips, circling around her clit.

"Oh god," Daisy moans. Her hands land on my head as she tries to stay upright.

But she doesn't have to worry about that. I'm not going to let her fall. I hold her hips in place, right where I want them, as my tongue explores every millimetre of her pussy. Tasting her, after a whole week of not having her. I feel like a kid on Easter Sunday. A whole heap of sweets right in front of me and not being able to stop myself from consuming it all at once. Thankfully, Daisy's cunt is going to give me a lifetime supply of my favourite sweet in the world. I smile into her pussy as my tongue pushes into her hole, licking the walls that line her cunt.

"Oh shit, Gabe." Daisy rocks forward. Her hands land on the floor next to my head.

I move my attention back to her clit. She's close to coming. Her thighs are shaking as they lock in place around my cheeks. I don't know if anyone has ever suffocated from having a chick sit on their face. But if this is how I go out, I wouldn't complain. There could be worse ways to die.

Trust me, I've seen ?em all.

I suck on her clit, my tongue flattening against her delicious pussy as Daisy's hips gyrate against me. She's fucking my mouth and I'm here for it. My hands move to her inner thighs, my fingers pressing into the smooth flesh. Daisy screams my name as she comes all over my face.

I roll until she's on her back. Crawling up over her body, I nestle myself between her thighs, the tip of my cock just inside her entrance. As much as I want to push forward more than anything, I know I can't. Because Daisy is big on the whole safe sex thing.

"Fuck, I need to grab a condom," I tell her.

"Don't." Daisy's legs wrap around my waist. She pulls me closer to her body, and my cock slides in deeper.

"You sure?"

"Uh-huh, I need you, Gabe. Now."

I slide all the way in as my eyes roll to the back of my head. Fuck, she feels even better than I remember. "I love you," I whisper into her ear.

Keeping my movements slow, I slide out of her and slowly thrust back in again. Then I kiss my way from her ear, across her jawline to her mouth, before I claim it. Pushing my tongue inside. I'm trying to pour all of my feelings into this kiss, into my every touch, as my hands caress her body beneath me. I'm not fucking her like I usually would.

Then I realise that I'm not fucking her at all. I'm making love to her.

When I pull away from her mouth and look down at her face, her cheeks are wet and fresh tears are dropping from the corners of her eyes. "What's wrong?" I ask, stopping my movements.

"Nothing's wrong. It's perfect. You're perfect, Gabrielle De Bellis. I love you," she whispers.

"I'll never tire of hearing those words," I tell her while gently driving back into her again.

"Good, because I'm not going to stop saying them." She smiles up at me.

"I want you to come with me, Daisy."

Her body responds to my words, and her pussy tightens around my cock.

"Fuck, I love your cunt," I grit out, my rhythm slow. Purposeful. I wait until her orgasm hits her before I finally let go and allow my seed to paint the walls of her pussy. I probably should have pulled out. Even as I think this, I don't regret it. There's a small part of me that wouldn't mind seeing Daisy pregnant with my child.

And I also know I'm a fucking asshole for thinking that. There's a reason she's usually so safe, and it's not because she's worried I'm going to transmit an STI to her. No, she doesn't want to find herself knocked up.

"You're still on the pill, right?" I ask her.

"I am," she says. "Thank god."

I roll to my side, pick her up, and lay her on the bed. "Would it be that bad?"

"What?"

"Having children with me?" I ask as I crawl in beside her.

Daisy moves over to face me. "It's the having children part I don't want, Gabe. Not the with you part," she says.

"At all?"

"No. Why? You want kids, don't you?"

"I've never really thought about it before," I say.

Do I want kids?I think I do.

"I'm sorry. I understand if this is a deal-breaker, Gabe."

"A deal-breaker? Not having you isn't an option, Daisy. If we never have kids, then I'm okay with that. You are more than enough for me."

"Okay." Daisy sighs and snuggles against me.

My arms tighten around her waist, holding her close. When I close my eyes, I finally feel at peace. She does that to me. She makes me feel content, and that's how I know I don't need anything or anyone else in my life. I already have everything right here.

When I wake up, I instantly realise she's not in bed with me. I can't explain it, but it's like an emptiness comes over me when she's not near. I should probably be the one finding a shrink instead of Santo at this point.

The noise of what I think are pots and pans banging together come from the kitchen. So I drag myself out of bed, pull my jeans on, and follow the racket. I find my girl with a bowl in one hand and a whisk in the other.

She's… cooking? In all the time I've known Daisy, I have never seen her so much as lift a knife to cut something, and here she is whisking what looks to be eggs. Then the smell of bacon frying fills the air.

"Baby, what are you doing?" I ask her.

Daisy jumps at the sound of my voice. Then she spins around and glowers at me. "Jesus, Gabe, don't sneak up on me."

"I wasn't trying to sneak." I walk around the benchtop. "What are you doing?" I ask again.

"Cooking you breakfast. What does it look like I'm doing?" she counters.

"Making a mess of your kitchen." I laugh while wrapping my arms around her waist. I bury my nose in the crook of her neck and inhale her scent. It's fruity, like a mixture of berries. She smells as delicious as she tastes. I reach for the mixing bowl and try to pry it from her hands. "Here, let me do this."

Daisy pulls away. "Nope. You go sit down. I've got this."

"Are you sure?" I question while eyeing the disaster zone. There are dirty dishes covering just about every inch of counter space.

"Are you doubting my skills?" Daisy raises her eyebrows at me.

"No, I would never. I'm sure whatever you're making is going to be the best fucking meal I've ever had," I tell her.

And if it's not, I'll put on the best fucking poker face, because no way am I going to make her think she's not perfect at everything. Breakfast, though, that's something us De Bellises take seriously.

I leave the kitchen and head back into the bedroom to find my phone. Pick it up off the floor and send Gio a message.

Me:

Who's on Santo today?

By the time I make it back out to the kitchen, he's responded.

Gio:

No one. It's time to back off, Gabe. Let him find his way.

I don't agree with that decision. But via text message is not the way to argue that point with my brother. I'll wait until I see him later.

"Gabe, sit down." Daisy waves a spatula at me before aiming it at the dining table.

As I take my seat, she's already coming around with two plates. I glance at the food spread out in front of me. Not much surprises me in this life, but this? How she managed to get this café-worthy breakfast out of the chaos that is her kitchen astounds me. My plate is full of scrambled eggs, beans, sausages, bacon, and hash browns.

"Baby, this looks and smells delicious," I tell her. "Thank you."

"You're welcome."

I take my first bite of eggs. Fluffy, buttery, scrambled eggs. "You've been holding out on me. Why am I only just now finding out you can cook like this?"

"It's just breakfast, Gabe. It's nothing to write home about." Daisy laughs.

"This is the best damn breakfast I've ever had," I tell her while biting into a piece of crispy bacon.

A slight blush creeps up her cheeks. "What are your plans today?"

"Not sure. What are your plans?"

"I think I'm going to hit up the markets," she says.

"I need to run home for a bit, but if you wait a few hours, I'll come with you," I tell her.

"You'll come with me? To the markets?" she says, and I watch her brows knit in confusion.

"Why wouldn't I?"

"I don't know. It's just… something feels different."

"Because you've finally admitted to yourself that you're mine. Which means we can even hold hands while we stroll through the markets." I wink at her.

"Or maybe I've admitted that you're mine and I'm keeping you." Daisy shrugs.

"That's a good thing, because there's a no refund policy on me, baby. You're stuck with me now."

"That's okay too. If I'm stuck with something I don't want and can't return it, I just donate it to the local op shop. It'd be hard, but I'm sure I'll find one that'd take you off my hands if need be." She lifts a challenging brow, and I laugh. Like a full-belly kind of laugh.

This easy conversation, having breakfast with my girl, discussing our plans for the day is so fucking domesticated. And I'm here for it.