We rang off and I headed to the bathroom to get ready for bed. After I took off my makeup, set my contacts in their solution, and pulled on my glasses, I climbed into bed and grabbed my tablet, suddenly realizing I’d left my jacket in Huck’s truck.
I fired off a quick text, letting him know that I’d grab it tomorrow and went back to my book.
I was barely a Chapter in when my phone buzzed and there was a notification from my doorbell cara and a text from Huck.
Huck: Open your door, it’s .
I scrambled out of bed and grabbed my robe off my bench, rushing to my living room. I entered the code for the alarm and pulled open my door. Huck stood in the hallway, my jacket hanging from the end of his index finger.
"Hi," I said.
"Jesus, fuck."
"What’s wrong?"
His eyes raked over . "Your hair’s piled on top of your head, you’re wearing glasses, and your face has absolutely no makeup."
"Um, hello." My stomach roiled. "I didn’t ask you to stop at my ho—"
Before I could finish my diatribe, his hand was suddenly at my waist, my jacket was in a pool on the floor, and I was up against my wall with his mouth covering mine. I opened my lips, so his tongue had access, grasping his waist in an effort to stay upright.
Unfortunately, it was him who broke the kiss, dropping his forehead to mine as we both tried to catch our breath. "I seriously planned on waiting a little while to do that, but you... fuck... I just didn’t think you could get prettier."
I scrunched up my face in horror. "You think this is pretty?"
"Everything about you is pretty, Daisy." He ran his finger down my cheek. "But you without any kind of barrier? It’s out of this world."
"Oh," I breathed out.
He grinned, kissing again. "Okay, I’m gonna let you go, because, well, fuck."
I blushed. "Thanks for grabbing my jacket."
We glanced at the floor and Huck chuckled as he bent down to pick it up. "Shit, sorry."
I shrugged. "You kissing like that ans you don’t have to say you’re sorry."
He raised an eyebrow. "Does that apply to everything?"
I laughed. "Absolutely not."
"I pushed it too far." He gave a sexy smirk. "Okay, I’m gonna go."
"Okay."
"Right now." He nodded to my door, his hand sliding back to my waist. "I’m gonna walk across the hall and lock myself inside."
"Yep, so you’ve said."
"You need your sleep, right? So... I should go."
I shrugged. "I’ve got the whole week off. If you want to stay, stay."
He groaned. "Jesus, woman, don’t say that, I’ll stay forever."
"I’m not gonna put out, but if you want to hang out and watch a movie, maybe make out a little more, I’m all for it."
"Oh, did you think I would put out?" He put his hand on his chest and scoffed. "I’m not that kind of guy, Ms. Carver."
I chuckled. "Well, that’s good to know, Mr. Wilton. Do you want popcorn?"
"Yeah, that’d be great. I’ll just lock up and let Louisa know where I am."
I nodded and my phone buzzed as I pulled a bowl down from the cabinet. I rolled my eyes as I answered it. "Hi, Daddy."
"Ducky."
"What’s up?"
"Why am I gettin’ a notification Huck’s at your place at almost one a.m.?"
"I left my jacket in his truck," I said. "He brought it back."
"Austin Carver, hang up that phone," my mother demanded in the background.
"Dani—"
There was so rustling and then my mother’s voice ca over the phone. "Daisy?"
"Right here."
"Ignore your father."
I chuckled. "Oh, I plan to."
"Good girl. No, I swear to buddha, Booker, if you go over there, I will move out. Don’t test . Do you want to suck—?"
"Mom!" I squeaked in disgust.
"Sorry, honey. Desperate tis call for desperate asures."
I groaned. "Oh my god."
"I’ll deal with your dad. Call us if you need us."
"Thanks, Mama."
"Love you, sweetie."
"Love you more." I grinned and hung up, pouring kernels into the bowl, then sliding it into the microwave.
Huck walked back in and locked up behind him, cocking his head. "Everything okay?"
"Yes." I smiled. "I have beer in the fridge if you want one. Help yourself."
"Sure, thanks." He pulled open the fridge and chuckled. "You’re well stocked."
"A dad and brothers who visit often. Not to ntion a gaggle of ’uncles’ and club brothers who bring a case or a six-pack every ti they co. There’s more in the pantry."
"How often do these ’club brothers’ visit?"
I pulled the popcorn out of the microwave and divided it up before pouring butter oil and salt over it. I glanced up at him and smiled. "All the ti, why?"
"Just wondering."
"Are you jealous, Mr. Wilton?"
"Do I have a reason to be?"
"Not even a little bit," I said. "I like you, Huck, and I’m not really a serial dater. I’d like to see where this goes, and I don’t really share, so hopefully, you don’t either."
Oh my god, I cannot believe that just ca out of my mouth. I’d never had the guts to talk to anyone like that but with Huck I felt both comfortable and emboldened and I did not want anyone else’s mouth on his but mine.
He smiled slowly, closing the distance between us, and getting nose-to-nose with . "I’m not a serial dater, either. I also don’t share. Now that I’ve tasted that pretty little mouth of yours, I’m confident I’m gonna like the rest of you even more. We’re gonna wait a little while and get to know each other and explore more, which I’m looking forward to doing, but I’m glad to hear we’re on the sa page."
I nodded with a swallow.
"Gotta admit, it’s gonna be hard."
"Yes. Um, yes, it really will be," I agreed, lifting my chin for another kiss.
It was slow, it was deep, and it was almost feral.
"What do you want to watch?" I asked.
"Anything. I’m not picky."
That turned out to be a damn lie, and it took fifteen minutes for us to finally agree on a movie. I wanted romance, he wanted either action-slash-adventure or so kind of sports movie (shudder), which I was not in the mood for, so we compromised. And that compromise was, The Cutting Edge.
Huck
We’d barely made it an hour into the movie when Daisy fell asleep against . I could have nudged her awake. I also could have carried her to bed and left her to sleep. I did neither. I pulled the blanket from the back of her sofa and laid it over her, wrapping an arm around her shoulders while I changed the channel to an old NHL ga.
She didn’t make a peep.
Jesus, she was cute even in sleep.
I slid a stray hair away from her face, her skin soft under my finger, and smiled. I didn’t know what it was about this woman. All I did know for sure was she was mine.
At about four a.m., her phone started buzzing and there was a knock on her door.
"Daisy?" I whispered, shaking her gently.
"Mmm?"
"Baby, soone’s knocking on your door."
She jumped up, grabbing her phone, and swiping the screen. "Oh my god. Stewart? What the fuck?"
"Tell ."
She glanced at , then back at her phone. "Mrs. Eaton’s son. He usually visits over the holidays, but Mrs. Eaton has been having so health issues, so she said he was coming—oh, god. He’s jacking..." She covered her mouth with her hand. "I’m going to be sick."
"Call the cops," I ordered, pulling open the door.
Stewart was in his thirties, maybe, with a receding hairline and a bad case of adult acne, and he was standing in the hallway, his micro peen in his hand, and he was, in fact, jacking off in front of Daisy’s door.
I didn’t hesitate. Just tackled him to the floor, shoving my knee in his back, and I knocked him hard enough to render him unconscious.
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