26. Daisy

TWENTY-SIX

DAISY

I hopped up on the car next to the one Kye was working on and leaned back on the hood. It had been one week since the night at the haunted house, and one week of me wondering what was going on between us but being too scared to ask.

We'd spend some part of every day together doing all the things we had come to normally do. The diner, a late night drive, watching movies at his place, and even spending Thursday at the races before hanging out with the crew all night.

Every night together, half the days, and I still was choosing to work on some of my classwork here at the garage instead of anywhere else.

My head rolled to the side to watch as he grabbed a different wrench and got back to work. Each push of the wrench made his arm flex. A sheen of sweat coating him, and I couldn't take my eyes off him. I didn't know how he managed to focus on anything else, because I was entirely wrapped up in him, and there was no chance of me actually taking in what I was reading.

"Are you almost done?"

He smirked, but kept working. "Have somewhere to be?"

"I do, in fact. I need to be in your bed," I said.

He grabbed a rag and set the wrench down, smiling as he headed over to me. "We could probably get a head start on things before we make it to bed."

"Considering half of your friends are in the office right behind us, I think we will be making it to the bed before anything gets started."

He made an annoyed groan, but he turned back to the car, throwing tools and parts into a pile on his toolbox before reaching out to help me down.

"Don't you need to finish that?"

"No. I have more important things to work on. Come on, hurry up," he said with a grin as I packed up my bag. "You said I had to get you all the way to my bed before anything happens. Don't slow down now."

"Geez, two minutes ago you were focused on the car. Now you are rushing me out the door."

"Two minutes ago, I thought you were being a good girl and doing your work. I didn't realize you were over here with all your dirty thoughts."

"Hey! I never said anything dirty."

"No, but I know all about those filthy things in your head, and I know you're thinking them now."

I rolled my eyes, but didn't deny it. Instead, I followed him out to his car, where he was already waiting with my door open.

"Have somewhere to be?" I asked, mimicking his earlier words.

"Yeah, my bed," he said with a smile. "And I'm about to get there faster than you ever thought possible, so I would get that harness on."

I listened, clicking it into place as he got in, shooting us out of the parking lot and down the road before I could blink.

Before we made it fully into the apartment, Kye was grabbing me. His lips found mine in the dark as he lifted me up and headed to the bed.

"Okay, prom queen, we're all alone and in bed. Can I finally get you naked?"

"Hmmm, no. Actually, can we go back to the garage? I think I changed my mind."

His chest rumbled, and he threw me back onto the bed before coming down over me.

I wrapped my hand around his neck, letting the tips of my nails dig into his skin. He leaned into it, pushing harder against my hand and making my nails dig in even more.

"I have never wanted to die at someone's touch, but that's exactly what you make me feel."

"That sounds a little messed up."

He looked me over, eyebrows high. "I hate affection, don't like being touched, don't like sex normally, and love when you're rough with me. At what point was it not obvious that I'm more than a little messed up? I said it before and I will say it a thousand more times. I wave the reg flag and you're immediately wet."

"That is not true."

He crawled over me, and I knew right away I was screwed. Whatever he was up to, it was going to prove me wrong.

"Nails down my back."

"What?"

"Run those murder nails down my back," he repeated, the commanding whisper making a shiver run through me.

"I'll hurt you."

"That's partially the point. Do it."

I did, starting near his shoulders, my nails digging in as I dragged them down. His back arched, and he groaned. His eyes closed and head fell to the side.

"Fuck," he said. "Now my neck. Dig them in and bite me."

I listened again, forcing his neck to the side and biting down.

"Back again," he panted. I started lower this time, trying to make sure I didn't actually hurt him. His hand went down my side, slipping under my shorts before he dipped his fingers into me.

"Based on how wet you are, I would say I'm right. I tell you I want you to be rough, that I don't like fucking anyone, that I would happily die at your hands, and you're so wet your shorts are soaked."

"Maybe I would be like that no matter what you said. Maybe I'm just attracted to you."

He fell to my side, his hands tracing small circles on my arm.

"I think I'd like to have sex now," he said in a monotone voice, playing innocent. "It could be fun. Don't hurt me, though. No teeth, no nails. Don't go too fast or hard. Just carefully get it done and over with."

"Done and over with? How sexy," I said with a laugh.

"Yeah, and if we could keep touching to a minimum, that would be great."

"You're very good at proving your point. Is that the speech you give all the girls?"

"Just the last part," he said with a shameless smirk. "Now, which version do you want?"

I pushed at him and he rolled back over top of me. "You know exactly what I want," I said.

"You want me obsessed with you, drowning in you, clawing at my own skin to get you closer, and I am. Can we do something?" he asked, nuzzling into my neck.

"Something like sex or something like going out for a drive?"

He flipped, rolling me with him until I was on top of him.

"The sex part. For now, at least. I want you on top, riding me."

"Oh. Why wouldn't we do that?"

"I never have," he said, running his hands up my side and pulling my shirt off.

"Excuse me? You've never had someone on top for sex?"

"Okay. Technically, I did try it once for maybe five seconds, and I couldn't stand it, so it was short-lived and hasn't happened since."

"Why couldn't you stand it?" I asked, moving to pull off my shorts.

"There is a level of control with sex that I like to have. A level that I could always stop when I needed to if I was in control of the situation."

"Did you stop during sex all the time?"

"All the time? You make it sound like I've tried this more than twice. But yes, I wasn't exactly smooth about things and stopped more than once each time. When I kept the control, it was easier to push through the pain of touching."

"Then why have me be rough with you? Wouldn't that make it worse?"

"Apparently not. I trust you, Daze. I don't think you would actually hurt me and giving you that control makes me somehow feel in control. I can control when you're rough with me, and I know if I tell you to stop, you will. My body isn't in control. I am. I've never had that, and no one has ever made me feel like you do enough to give them any control. I had to force myself through it, and now I want your filthy mouth telling me everything you are going to do to me. I want you clawing for me, tearing me apart to get off."

"With the way you have always been fine with me touching you, it's still hard to believe." I crawled back over him, grabbing his cock and positioning it at my entrance.

"You are different."

"I don't know how," I said.

"A thousand ways."

"But you want this?"

"More than anything," he breathed.

I sank down, moaning as he filled me. Somehow, the sensation got better each time. I stilled, making sure he was fine, before starting to run my nails lightly over him.

Down his jaw, to his neck, to his chest and down his stomach before going back up.

"Do you feel out of control?"

"Yes," he said, pushing his hips up, taking me with them. "The good kind. Keep going."

He closed his eyes, his hands on my hips as I moved. I kept a slow pace, needing him to be okay and not rush through it.

"Wait, stop," he said, his chest rising and falling faster.

I froze, my heart stopping as I realized he could be stopping this. I didn't know if I could handle the rejection of him stopping midway through something so deeply close and passionate.

"Are you okay?"

"More than okay," he said through deep breaths.

I splayed my hands out over his chest. "Does that mean I don't have to stop?"

"No, don't. Please, don't." His hips pushed up again. "Okay. Keep going."

"No, tell me what you're thinking first," I said, worried now.

"You're the talker here."

"Start," I demanded.

"I think that every time we have sex feels like the first time I ever have. This included, because for the first time, both my head and body are here. I'm not thinking about anything other than your body on mine and I fucking love it. Drugs and drinking make me think more and only make me more reckless, so I fuck my life up. Racing is as close as I have ever come to shutting out the world. This, though, is consuming every part of me."

It was enough explanation for me, so I moved, pushing up onto my knees and riding him.

I kept moving until I could feel my own orgasm growing as Kye said my name. He grabbed my hips, holding me in place as he pushed up into me over and over, not stopping until I yelled out.

We stayed wrapped together until Kye pulled me up and carried me to the shower. He moved slowly, taking care of every step, from making sure the water was warm to taking his time washing my entire body.

Every movement was soft, careful…and so loving. Tears pricked my eyes as he helped me out and wrapped me in a big towel with a soft kiss.

"Back to bed?" I asked, wrapping my arms around him.

"Nowhere else I would rather be," he said, pulling me back into the room and under the covers. He moved close until we were entwined, every part of him pressed against me.

I couldn't think of anywhere else I would rather be either.