When the show was over, she caught Ugo's lazy stare directed toward her. She flashed a smile that she hoped would be enough to calm her friend down. Then she leaned heavily into Brett, drawing support from the strength of his arms around her while they waited for the crowd to thin out. "Are you okay?" he asked, running his hands up and down her back. I’m fine," she lied, not knowing the exact word to describe how she was feeling. It shouldn’t matter that Ray wrote another song about her and called her name, not some nickname like Dee. That alone painted a different light on their fuck-buddy history. She was in love with someone else. "I want to go, too," Brett murmured in her ears. "I’m dying to get inside you, Sunshine. I can barely think straight." Daisy pushed her hands into the back pockets of his jeans, staring at him at eye-level. "So let’s get out of here." m "I’ve got backstage access." He kissed the tip of her nose when she leaned back to look up at him. "We can s
Daisy's feet dug in suddenly and Brett paused, glancing at her with a frown. She pushed up onto her toes and whispered, 'I’m not all that interested in meeting them. If you don’t mind, I’m going to hit the backstage bathroom and head out to the limo." She said, now seeing how stupid the idea of seeing Ray was. "Can you wait a few minutes and I’ll go with you?" Brett asked. "I’ll be okay. Don’t worry about me." He touched her forehead. "Are you feeling alright? You look flushed. Is it because of him, your friend, the band leader?" Daisy smiled, forcing it not to look awkward. "Of course not. And, I’m feeling great. I’ll show you exactly how great as soon as we get home." That instantly did the trick. Brett's frown faded and his mouth curved. "I’ll hurry this along, then." He looked at Lincoln and gestured at Alejandro and Ugo, who was unbelievably quiet. "Can you take them in? I need a minute." "Brett, really....." Daisy protested. "I’m walking you over there." She k
The attraction was still there, faintly. It was nothing like what she felt with Brett, but it was there nonetheless. She retreated back out into the open, where there were lots of people moving around. "Why are you running?" Ray asked. With the help of the pool of light from a parking lot lamp, Daisy saw him clearly. "I can’t...." She swallowed. "There’s nothing to say." "What? That's Bull. You heard me inside there, Dee. That song was for you. I was talking to you. I've given you all the time you might need, Daisy. And I had to ensure that your friend got the invite to this show just so you could hear me say those words." He stepped closer. "Lexington isn't the man for you, he doesn't know you like I do. He doesn't understand the bond we share...." "And you do? " Ray shrugged. The intensity of his glare burning through her. "You stopped coming around, you didn’t say a word of explanation, you just stopped showing up. And when I ran into you again, I found out that we've
Daisy slumped back into the seat, her stomach churning and her palms damp. "You’re the Daisy in his song, aren’t you?" Alejandro asked quietly, and when Daisy didn't say a word, he sighed. "I wonder if Brett..... fuck!" He sighed. "Of course he knows. That was a long time ago." Daisy said defensively. "It didn't seem too long ago, though." Alejandro pointed out. Desperate to get to Brett, Daisy found herself unable to sit still. Her feet tapped, as her body batted against restlessness so intense that she felt like crawling out of her own skin. She looked at Ugo, who had nothing but soft pleading eyes on her, obviously contemplating if it was now a good time to come to her. Daisy shook her head, she had hurt the man she loved and through him, another man who did nothing rather than be himself had gotten hurt too. She had no good explanation for it. Looking back to the events of the night, she couldn't understand what came over her. Why hadn’t she pulled away sooner. Why had she kis
Daisy cringed at the horrible bitterness in his tone. She understood how he was feeling, how badly the mental images could sting and claw at him. She had felt worse since Lana came into the picture. So, she understood. Brett straightened suddenly, leaning forward to rub his thumb roughly across her lips. "He’s had your mouth." He said, before sagging back into the seat. He threw his arm across his face and Daisy knew he was still seeing her kissing Ray. It was eating a hole in his mind. Needing a sort of connection between them, she surged between his legs and fumbled with his button fly. He caught her fingers in an iron grip but kept his eyes covered with his forearm. "What the hell are you doing?""Brett..." She sobbed. "I need you."She drew closer but he put both hands on her shoulders and urged her away. Daisy looked up at his gorgeous face, and saw his eyes glittering in the semidarkness. He touched her lips with his thumb and ordered hoarsely, "slide your tight cunt around m
"Never. I can never forget, Brett. You’re a part of me." Daisy explained."Tell me why you kissed him?" He insisted."I don’t know." Daisy rested her damp forehead against his own, as she felt the tears burning behind her eyes. "God, Brett. I swear I don’t know." 'Then shut up and make me come." Daisy straightened and leaned away from him. She had expected him to be angry. In fact, If he had slapped her face, she wouldn't have been so shocked. But speaking to her like this, that was too much. "Fuck you." She said. "Now you’re getting the idea." Hot tears slid down her face. "Don’t treat me like a whore, Brett.""Daisy." His voice was low and raspy, filled with warning, but his eyes were dark and desolate. Filled with pain that matched her own. "If you want to stop, you know what to say." Indeed, she knew what to say. The one word she could use to put an end to the pain she was feeling in her heart. But she refused to use it now. Just the fact that he brought up her safe word to
"I hate you!" She screamed again. "You're a callous, self-centered son of a......." He was in her again, filling her, stroking rhythmically into her quivering core. Unable to stand it a minute longer, Daisy struggled to reach her clit with her fingers, knowing a single stroke would have her coming violently. "No." Brett caught her wrists and held her hands down on the seat, and kept her legs spread wide with his thighs in-between, allowing him to sink deep into her over and over again. The tempo of his thrusts were unfaltering and relentless, keeping Daisy at the edge of losing her mind. She knew could make her come with just his cock. He could give her an intense orgasm just from riding her at the right angle, by rubbing his cock over and over whatever spot he needed to, a random place inside her that he knew just how to locate. "I hate this, I hate what you're doing, I hate you," she sobbed, tears of frustration wetted her face and the seat beneath her cheek. Bending over her,
"Tell me about him." Brett murmured, wrapping his arms around Daisy's waist. She took a deep breath, already aware that he would ask her about Ray explicitly. That was a Brett something. When he fails to foresee an event or he doesn't pay attention to something and it goes south. He will go back to the drawing board and work it up from there. "Alright." Daisy breathed out. "But, is he okay?" There was a pause before he answered. "There’s no permanent damage. Would it bother you if there was?" "Of course I'd be bothered." Brett grit his teeth. "I want to know about you two, I thought he was just a friend. That was a mistake I shouldn't have made, "he sighed. "Tell me about you two, Daisy." He demanded tightly. "No." "Daisy....... Don’t take that tone with me." "Brett. I’m tired of being an open book for you while you get to keep all your secrets." She rolled her head to the side, pressing her cheek against Brett's damp chest. "If all I can get of you is your body, I’ll t