16. Daisy

SIXTEEN

DAISY

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.

Fighting with Kye was stupid since he wasn't actually my boyfriend, but somehow I was upset about it, and seeing Dean after Kye leaving me here wasn't going to help me save face at all.

"Oh, hey, Daisy," Dean said, smiling.

"Daisy!" Isabella squealed. "I'm so happy you came!"

I leaned down, hugging her as she stayed on the guy's lap. "Of course, I came. I wouldn't miss it."

"Really?" Dean asked. "After last week, I assumed you wouldn't be coming around much." He looked past me and grinned. "And alone at that?"

I looked behind me, my heart falling more when I realized Kye had really left.

"Well, I didn't think there would be any more issues, so why wouldn't I?"

He smirked, looking around at the other guys before starting in on his game. "There is a pool outback. Maybe we could recreate our weekend?" The group broke out into laughter. Everyone besides Isabella. At least I still had one real friend left.

Dean's laughter died out as he looked at me. A hand wrapped around my wrist, spinning me until I was face-to-face with Kye.

"What the fuck, Daze?" he said.

"Kye, I thought you left," I said, hoping I was quiet enough they wouldn't hear.

"Why would I? You think you get to snap at me and not give me a chance to give a comeback?" His face was hard. The tight jaw and angry flash of his eyes made me want to step back.

"Yes," I breathed. "I get to do whatever I want."

He groaned and leaned down, wrapping his hands around my thighs until he was lifting me up.

"Yes, you fucking do," he said, before his lips found mine. For the first time, he wasn't frozen solid. I could hear someone gasp, but I was already losing myself to his mouth. He turned to walk out, but he stopped, pulling his lips from mine. "If you even attempt to throw her in that pool tonight. I will kill you, Dean."

He carried me out without another word, and I didn't waste a second before finding his lips again. His tongue moved against mine, and I moaned.

"I thought you didn't want to be here."

"I didn't want to be in there," he breathed. "I'm perfectly fine to be out here with you."

He leaned me back against something, but I kept my eyes closed, preferring to take in every second of him kissing me.

"Where's your car?"

"You're nearly on top of it."

"Perfect. Get in."

"With you attached to me?"

"Yes. Figure it out, Kye," I demanded before putting his attention back to my mouth. His tongue moving with a confidence he didn't have the first time we did this.

He got in, moving his seat back with me on top of him. My hands slipped under his shirt, pulling it up and off of him.

"I really keep hoping you're going to look worse with this off, but somehow it gets better every time."

I started pulling at his belt, but he grabbed my wrists, holding them tight in front of me.

"What are you doing?" I asked.

"Stopping you."

"Why?"

"Because I think that you think I'm about to have sex with you in the car, and I am not. We agreed that there would only be messing around. No sex."

"I thought that might have changed after the whole touching confession."

He shook his head. "You still want to do this fake dating thing. We aren't adding sex to that."

"Break the rules. You always do."

"Not this time."

I sat up straighter, trying not to look at him.

"Got it," I said, pulling myself off of him and sliding into the passenger seat. "Kye Baker is going to break every rule, except when it comes to me."

The way I fell kept my legs draped over him, and he grabbed my ankles before I could pull away completely.

"Let me go."

"No. You are getting all pissy with me because we aren't having sex."

"And?"

"And I literally just found someone who doesn't make me want to cut my own skin off when they touch me. Maybe give me a break. I've touched you more in a week than I touched some girls the entire time I've known them."

"Okay, fair, but I swear my feelings are going to get hurt every time you reject me," I said, trying to smile. "When was the last time you did…anything like this?"

"It's been a while. Years, maybe? I don't know. I don't think about it."

" At all ?" I sounded horrified, but I couldn't remember the last person I met that wasn't worried about having sex in some way, or at some point.

"At all," he said. "Why would I purposely seek out something I don't like?"

"But how do you survive?"

"A few weeks ago, I would have said it was easy, but I am currently more curious than ever about what the fuss of all this fooling around is."

That wicked grin grew on his face as he moved to the back seat and slid me onto the console, before undoing the button of my shorts with one hand, pulling them down immediately.

"Kye!" I yelled. "What are you doing?"

"Exactly what I want to do?"

"I thought you said no sex?"

"And I said yes to fooling around. Is that fine with you?"

"I mean, yeah, but I–"

"Hey, look, there's Dean and his friends out front," he said before leaning down and running his tongue along my wetness.

I gasped, not expecting it. The pleasure rolled through me as he did it again. "Kye!"

"Say my name any louder and everyone really will know what's going on in here," he said, laughing.

I moaned as his tongue moved harder against me.

"Maybe I should. Maybe if he saw it happening, he would really leave me alone."

"Doubt it. You taste too good. Any man would be stupid not to keep chasing after you."

"But not you."

"No, not me."

"But you're going to do this?"

"Yes, apparently."

My body relaxed more, and he held me up, running his tongue over my wetness again.

"That feels good." I moaned again as he kept going, but it was only seconds before I started talking again. "I want you to take me right now, right here. I want to look at him while you make me cum better than he ever did. I want your hands on me, knowing that his will never be again."

"You know, the dirty talk is working way too well. I'm already losing my mind. Now you are just trying to kill me."

He pushed two fingers into me and clamped his mouth down on my clit. My hips bucked up, and I yelled his name.

He groaned in pleasure, and I pushed up against his mouth again as I came.

Seconds felt like hours as I came down off of my high. He had sat up, his eyes not leaving me as his chest heaved.

"That was perfect," I said. "It's hard to be mad at the no sex thing when you're so good at that. I mean, that's still not off the table for me. I like the idea of having all that feral attitude at my fingertips. Yeah," I said, nodding as I caught my breath, "sex definitely isn't off the table for me."

"You make it sound like if we have sex, I will be tamed for you," he said, laughing quietly as he slipped my shorts back on.

"Maybe you will. Maybe I can pretend you are," I said.

"And that's exactly why we aren't having sex. Because you think there's a lot more meaning behind it than just getting an orgasm."

I looked down at him with a scowl. "Let me have my fantasies."

"It's not happening, even if that face and your words are doing everything possible to break my will and make me give in." He shook his head. "I can't believe you talk to me like that."

"Sorry, is it too annoying?"

"Annoying?" he said, almost at a yell. "The only way it's annoying is because it's working. There's not a second that I won't enjoy it and dream of hearing more. But good girl Daisy has a fucking mouth on her, and I am beyond shocked. My little prom queen who likes everyone to see how perfect she is wants to be fucked in the back of my car and for everyone to hear it. Always tell me these thoughts because I wouldn't believe them otherwise."

"I've been told it's not exactly a mood setter because sometimes I just say dumb things. It's like some filter comes off and I can't hold back."

"I like you unfiltered."

"I like being able to say anything I want to you."

"Good, always speak your mind. Good, bad, dirty, I'll listen to it all."

I leaned down, pressing a quick kiss to his lips again. Then I moved down, kissing his neck once.

"Fuck, you have to stop doing that." I trailed my nails down to his chest, the blood red color standing out against him. "You need to change your nail color, too," he added.

"Why?"

"Because all I'm thinking about is you digging them in until they draw the same color of blood."

I laughed. "Is this some sort of horror movie fantasy, or is that really what you want?" My hand trailed back up his chest to his neck before raking down him a little harder now.

"Considering I want you to draw blood, I think it's safe to say I don't know what the fuck I want." He groaned, his hips pushing up. My hand wrapped around his neck and I squeezed harder now. His head tipped back, eyes closing as he pushed into me.

"Fuck, I like that. Do you like choking and scratching and all this? If you weren't as talkative with other people, were you like this?" he asked.

"No. The opposite, actually. I had to be all soft and perfect, but you don't seem to mind either way."

"You're right. Be whoever you want to be. Come on," he said. "Get me out of here so I can get dressed again. Are we staying or going?"

"Going," I said, pushing open the door. "Definitely going."

I could only hope that if we got out of here now, he might be more inclined to continue this.