25. Daisy

TWENTY-FIVE

DAISY

I was about five seconds from having a full-on meltdown.

The screaming, the chainsaws, the strobing lights. Every second was pushing me closer to breaking down and hiding in a corner.

I moved to the wall, clenching my fists as Mark got lost in the crowd, not seeming to notice I wasn't with him anymore.

I was frozen, my fear taking over, just like this place was designed to do.

Then it got worse. Arms wrapped around me, ripping me back into the dark.

I screamed, but there was no use in this place. The sound blended in perfectly.

"You're not supposed to touch me!" I screamed in panic as a door shut, sealing us into a back room.

"I'm the only one that's supposed to be touching you," he whispered into my ear, the heat of his breath making a ripple of pleasure move through me.

I took a deep breath as I sagged against him. "Kye. What are you doing? We shouldn't be back here," I said as he pulled me further into the dark. The music was muffled now, but I could still hear everything, the sounds of fake chainsaws and screams making me shudder.

He turned me around and pushed me up against the wall. I didn't come face-to-face with Kye, though, I came face-to-face with another terrifying mask.

"Why are you wearing that?" I yelled.

"So they didn't bother me sneaking around to grab you." He ripped it off, throwing it into a dark corner of the room.

I stopped shaking the moment I saw his face. The twisted pain and anger made me wish I could take a step back, but I was trapped, caged in by the man hunting me, apparently.

"You're here on a date with another guy?"

"Yes."

"I thought we were supposed to be dating."

"I told you the lie can be over, Kye. It's been long enough. I will be fine. We got into that fight and haven't talked all week. It's already been over."

He leaned down, whispering in my ear. "I wasn't done."

His teeth found my neck, biting and licking his way to my mouth before taking it, kissing it like it was his.

"I don't like my girlfriend on a date with another guy. It is making me want to commit acts of violence towards a guy who probably doesn't even know he's here with my girlfriend."

"I'm not your?—"

"You are."

I let out a deep breath, trying to find words when his lips were back on my neck.

"I was on a date to forget about you and move on, not to piss you off, and not to get you in a back room for this."

"And did it work? Did you think about me at all?"

He pushed against me now, his cock hard against my leg. The crude position in a back room should feel just like that, crude, but Kye never made me feel like anything we did was wrong.

"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.

"Do you know what it was like to find out you went out with another guy? That I already thought about killing him if I had to see him touching you?"

He pushed me closer and closer to the edge until I fell, the orgasm tearing through me. Stars burst in my eyes as I looked up to the dark ceiling, wishing I could hold on to this feeling longer.

He thrust one more time, burying himself deep in me as his forehead fell against mine.

"I would have taken you out and then fucked you like that all night. You could have come with me if you didn't go out with him."

"Can you stop reminding me that I am on a date? That I'm the slut fucking you in the back room of a haunted house while he is probably outside looking for me." I dropped my legs to the floor and pushed him back, but he stepped right back against me.

"Don't even think that about yourself when I'm the only one you're doing it for or with."

"What if I want to be with someone else? What if I was planning on sleeping with Mark?"

His face fell further. "Then I hope me fucking you messed that up or I will go outside and beat the hell out of him for taking my girlfriend on a date. He should know better. You should know better. You don't go out on dates when you are dating someone!" He was almost yelling now, but I didn't get it. I thought we were over. I thought he would be relieved this entire fake relationship was done.

"You didn't call me or text me or anything. I'm not your girlfriend."

"Pretty sure you have been for months now."

"I thought it was over. You told me as much and didn't talk anymore about it. I thought the agreement was done."

"It was never over. At least not for me. Do you want to get back to your date now?"

I adjusted my outfit and nodded. "Yes."

"Fuck," he said, kissing me again. "Say no."

"I at least need to tell him I'm leaving. I did agree to come."

His arms wrapped around me from behind, walking to the door with his lips against my ear. "You should remember that you're mine. You're covered in me. He better not touch you now."

I paused at the door. He couldn't see my smile, but I was having too much fun with Kye like this that I wanted to prod him a little more. "What if I want him, too?"

His hand snaked around my neck, pulling me harder back against him. "Then you're going to stay in here and fuck me until you can't even stand to think of him touching you. Until I cover every inch of your skin in me."

I leaned back, falling against him, loving the way he adjusted to hold me there.

His lips came to my neck where he bit down, hard enough to let me know there would be a mark. "I will bite and suck at your perfect skin until my name is etched in it."

"Why?"

"Because you belong with me. I belong with you. We were made for each other, and because I want to kill any other guy touching you," he said, kissing me lightly. "It is also possible that I might be a little possessive of the first, and only, person in my life that I want to touch, and taste, and be with."

I was silent, taking in every word.

"And if I want to go home with you?"

He sucked in a hard breath. "I will bring you to my car and take you home, without another word about you so clearly cheating on me," he said, but I heard the smile on his lips. "We can eat or watch a movie, or both. I can hold you all night or we can have sex all night. Anything you want if you're staying with me."

I thought it over, knowing what I wanted to do and what I had to do were two opposite things.

I pushed off of him, opening the door as the screams and music overtook us again.

A shudder went through me. I was ready to make a grand exit, except I forgot why I was happy to come in here in the first place. It wasn't just Kye making me want to hide in the closet, it was the anxiety that came with the haunted house.

I hated them. It was like my body went into fight or flight, my heart racing and hands shaking from the rush of anxiety.

"Daisy?" Kye said, coming up behind me. I could feel him right there, the heat of his body covering my back, but he didn't touch me again.

"Just the haunted house. I hate scary things, remember?"

He gave a small laugh. "Why did you come, then?"

"Because Mark brought me here and I don't know how to say no."

I was shaking now, my heart ready to burst from racing so fast.

"You should work on that. You look like you're going to pass out."

"Wow, thanks for the advice. Completely needed right now."

He grabbed my shoulders, turning me around to face him, "Come on. We'll get you out of here."

"No, I'm fine."

"What a bad time to start practicing standing up to people," he mumbled. "Come on. Take a breath and try to not pay attention to anyone else."

His hands wrapped around the back of my thighs and he lifted until my legs wrapped around him. He pulled open the door and stepped out, the loud music pulsing around us along with screams and chainsaws. The noise was deafening, but Kye leaned forward.

"If your anxiety is this bad, how did you make it this far in here?"

"I barely did. I was clinging to everyone like a madwoman."

"I only want you clinging to me. Damn, I already want to fuck you again."

"This is turning you on?"

"Yes. Your body so tight against mine in this stupidly short skirt is doing it. Sex with you is a drug. A high I can't find anywhere else, with anyone else. Come home with me."

I leaned in, kissing his neck as he carried me. Something jumped out at us, screaming to scare us, but Kye only held on tighter, his steps steady.

"We are at the end," he said and I looked back, seeing the exit.

"Okay, let me get off of you."

"We could walk out this way. What a fun way to tell your date that it's over."

"You're trying to start a fight."

"Maybe. He did take my girlfriend on a date."

"I'm not your —"

"Finish that sentence and I'm not setting you down. I'll walk you out of this place with my tongue in your mouth."

"You would do it, too," I mumbled, pulling myself off of him.

"Of course I would. Do you want to stay with him or go home with me?"

"That's a trick question."

"How?"

"If I say him, then you're going to be angry and stomp away, and then I'll feel guilty and go with you anyway."

He took a deep breath. "That's a fair assessment. How about this? If you want to stay here, I will leave, not angry, and call you later, as long as you agree not to sleep with him or fuck around doing anything else, even kiss him, for tonight at least. If you want to come home with me, I will wait in my car for you to go make up whatever excuse you need to."

My eyebrows jumped. "How mature."

"I am trying to be fair because I do not want you to be a people pleaser to me, and I thought that us being together was clear."

"It wasn't."

"I can assure you, it will be after tonight."

"What does that mean?"

"It means that whether you stay here on your date or come with me, I will be in a bed with you tonight, not him, and I will be making sure there is no confusion about where our relationship stands."

"You would still come to bed with me to show me that even if I stayed on a date?"

"You could drag me behind my car right now and I would still do that tonight."

"I think you have some issues."

"I do. I'm currently trying to work on them but it is a very long list and I can only do one thing at a time."

I smiled at the realization of how hard he really was working to make himself better. I could politely back out of my date with Mark, go home with Kye, and no one else would know. I could find an excuse for my dad and tell him that I tried to go on the date so he would be happy, too.

It felt like a win-win.

"Give me ten minutes."

Kye's mouth dropped open with a smile, but he nodded.

"I won't interfere, but if you're more than twenty, I'm coming back to find you."

"Okay. Give me ten. I have to find him first."

He kissed my cheek.

"Don't give in to your people pleasing ways when he tries to beg you to stay. Because any man would beg you to stay. Do what you want, Daisy. Text me if coming with me ends up not being what you want."

Ten minutes later, I ran over to Kye's car, pulling open the driver's side door and crawling over top of him. My mouth found his immediately. If he was surprised, he didn't show it. Instead, he wrapped his arms around me and slammed my body against his harder.

This was everything I had been wanting, and everything that I knew I technically shouldn't be doing.

But it didn't matter. Tonight, I was doing exactly what I wanted to do, not what someone else told me to do.