43. Daisy

FORTY-THREE

DAISY

Of course, it had to be on the windiest day that I wore the shortest sundress. One I've had for a few years now, six and a half years, to be exact.

One that I was luckily able to wash the strawberry milkshake stain out of without too much of an issue.

"Hey, Jax," I said, seeing him looking over a car. "Is my car or Kye here by chance?"

"Hey, Daisy. Both are around back. Dressed like that for any particular reason?" he asked, grinning hard.

"I don't know what you mean," I said, smoothing out the dress again.

"Uh-huh, sure you don't. Just don't break the man's heart too bad, please."

I smiled. "I couldn't even if I tried."

"Right. Like his heart isn't going to break the moment he sees you in that. Good luck."

I headed around the back of the garage, my car coming into view with Kye bent over the hood. New tires had already been installed, but he seemed lost to working on something else on it.

"Hey, Kye," I said, coming up behind him.

"Hey, Daze," he said, still leaning over the engine.

When he turned, I met his eyes, watching as he looked me over.

Like his legs couldn't hold him up any longer, he fell back against the car.

I could see him swallow hard, his eyes going over me again and again.

"What are you doing in that dress?"

"What's wrong with it?"

"Nothing. I'm only surprised there is no stain on the front."

He remembered.

He seemed to remember everything, but I was surprised by this one. I didn't realize he ever looked that much at what I was wearing.

"It came out luckily. I didn't think you would recognize it."

"I would never forget it."

He reached out the moment I stepped closer, running the hem of the dress through his fingers.

"Why are you wearing this?"

"I wanted to see if you'd remember."

"But why?"

"I don't know."

His hand ran down my hip and back up. His mouth dropped open, and his eyes went heavy. "I think I know exactly why, and you already know it's wrong."

"I really don't know what you are talking about," I breathed as his thumb started moving in mind-numbing circles on my hip.

He leaned down, his hand pressing harder into me. "You are not wearing anything underneath this, and I know what that means."

"That I forgot to do laundry?"

"Mhm, little miss innocent again?"

"Always."

He pulled away, stepping back against my car and sitting on the front of it again. "Always trying to make me lose my mind. The part I find interesting is you did this with the intention that I would find out you aren't wearing any underwear under that dress. You already knew I wouldn't be able to not touch you, and you used that against me."

"Maybe, but it's not like I had a problem with it. Are you sure I'm wearing nothing under this? You should probably check again," I said, grinning as he scowled.

"Daisy. You are trouble. You think I'm bad? You're trying to seduce me, and it's about to work."

I didn't answer, watching as he picked up another tool and turned away from me.

Was I seducing him? I knew Kye wouldn't do anything with me while Mark was still around, but I also didn't know what Kye wanted. If he just wanted to sleep together and move on. Or if there were any deeper feelings still there. It had to be hard to only want to sleep with one person, and I guess I couldn't blame him if he was looking to sleep together before he left.

I leaned against the car next to him, watching him focus on the engine without even a glance in my direction.

"What are you doing to my car?"

"Fixing it."

"I thought everything was fine besides the tires. I just brought it to the shop the other week."

"Well, don't bring it to any shop but this one ever again," he said, the words scolding me. "They didn't even fill the oil, and there's no point trusting anyone else when you have a garage full of people that will take better care of your car than anyone else."

"And what if I do bring it somewhere else?"

He looked over at me, his blue eyes narrowing. "Instead of taunting me, can you hand me that wrench?"

I looked at the pile of wrenches he was pointing to. "Which one?"

"The half-inch."

"There are three of them that say half-inch, so again, which one?"

He huffed, leaning over and grabbing one of them. "If you take this car anywhere else again, I'll be forcing you to learn how to fix your own car, and you will not love the crash course I give you."

"I probably would."

It seemed to make him snap enough. He grabbed my waist, setting me on the car with a growl.

"What the fuck are you doing here, Daze? It's not to worry about your car, and I doubt you're here to tell me you broke up with Mark and want me right now, so why?"

"I do want you right now."

"Then tell me you actually broke up with Mark, and I'll run to your bed like a good little mutt."

"A mutt?"

"I'm sure as fuck not a purebred. Tell me, Daze. Tell me, and I will."

"I didn't."

"Then stop coming around trying to make me your newest dirty little secret while you run around town with your perfect boyfriend."

"It's not that, I just?—"

"Just what? Don't know if you want me for sure? Want to see if you still like fucking me? Or are you worried if I'll still like fucking you?"

"No. I mean…maybe. What if we don't end up feeling the same way as we used to?"

He scoffed, but his hands covered mine, forcing them to drag down my thighs to my knees. He pushed, making my legs spread until they were open for him. My dress hung between my thighs, covering everything still, but I really wasn't wearing anything under this. I moved to close them, but he stepped between my legs, forcing me to keep them open.

"What are you doing?" I asked. I was already wet. Just his nearness turned me on now. Maybe I wasn't super worried about our chemistry, but it was scary to not know if it could ever be the same.

Kye kept his eyes on me, bringing my hand up.

"Two fingers," he murmured, pushing my own fingers to my lips. "Suck."

I listened, sucking two fingers into my mouth as he watched.

"Good," he said, still holding my wrist as he pulled. The painful ache between my legs worsened as he trailed my hand down, moving it under my dress until those two fingers were at my entrance.

"Kye, I want?—"

My words were cut off as he pushed my wrist forward, my own fingers slipping into my already wet pussy.

My eyes went wide, but I didn't look away from him. He chose the pace. His hand was around my wrist, controlling everything, and the only thing I tried to control was not yelling out.

"Kye," I whispered. "What are you doing?"

"Holding your wrist. What are you doing?"

My mouth dropped open with a silent scream as he pushed hard, making my fingers push deeper. The next moan escaped me.

"What do you think? Does it feel the same, Daze? Would you do anything to have me sink into you right now because I would? Does it feel like it used to feel for you?"

My orgasm was building, my legs clenching as Kye pushed my wrist more, speeding up my pace, and I was ready to fall apart.

"No," I breathed. "It doesn't because you aren't even the one fucking me technically, and I still haven't felt this way since you. I think it's worse than before. I need you, please, right now. I need you."

He leaned in, his cheek against mine as one arm held me and the other still held my wrist. "Let me hear how much you still want me," he whispered. "Let me hear you struggle to stay quiet as you cum."

His hand pushed against me, forcing the palm of my hand against my clit. I clamped my mouth shut as I moaned, my body clenching as I came. He held me tighter as my body shook, my eyes squeezed shut against his neck.

I pulled my hand away, and he grabbed it, bringing it up to his lips before sucking two fingers into his mouth.

I couldn't look away as he sucked and licked them clean, staring at me the entire time. And as if I hadn't just had an orgasm, my body was already screaming for him.

His hand cupped my jaw as he stared down at me. "I'm still so fucking obsessed with you, Daze. No one else in this world compares to you, and years apart doesn't erase that. You can give yourself any excuse you want to not be with me, but questioning how bad either one of us want each other will not be one of them. Okay?"

I nodded, lost for words, as he helped me out of the car.

"You should go, Daze," he said. "I don't think staying right now is going to be good for either of us."

"Okay," I said, sounding as spaced out of the conversation as I felt. I said goodbye, already heading around to the front of the garage, but stopped when I saw the crew there. Not that they were looking at me.

Ransom grabbed Quinn, laughing as he kissed her. They had been together for ten years, and you wouldn't know it based on the giddy way they were always looking at each other.

Ten years and they still felt that way and I had barely been dating Mark for ten weeks and never felt like that. Not with him.

But I was pretty sure the chance of feeling that way with Kye was pretty high.

Would he love me like that in ten more years?

I guess the more pressing question was if he would love me like that now. I spun, took a deep breath, and headed right back to Kye.

He heard me coming, turning with a cocked eyebrow as I got closer.

"Miss me already?"

"Yes," I said.

I needed to know. We both did. I think we deserved to.

"I was kidding. What's up?"

"I wasn't," I said, my arms wrapped around his neck, forcing him to bend down to me as my lips fell against his.

Without hesitation, his arms snaked around me, pulling me into him and swiping his tongue into my mouth. I opened up with a moan.

A lump formed in my throat, and the tears already threatened me. Kissing him was no different than it was six years ago.

Every part of me melted as his hands moved down my sides, touching every place he could. He took everything, pulling me closer and giving me the full force of his lips.

I didn't realize until he was moving what he was doing. He finally set me down at the corner of the garage.

"That's a dangerous game, Daisy," he said, and I could see the same wild man I fell in love with before in front of me. The raging eyes, the scowl, the way his chest heaved wildly. He looked like he could kill, and I knew he would if he was pushed. He almost did it for me once. I also knew the way he would take me to bed when he was like this. How raging and angry it was, but it always made me feel so much love that I could cry.

"I'm sorry. I just wanted to see. I wanted to know for sure if we would feel the same way."

"And did you find out?"

"Yes."

"Then never do that again when you aren't mine."