“Where am I? Where the fuck are you? What the hell did you do to our house?”

  Daisy frowned. Moose slid an arm around her back and anchored her against his side. With how loudly Ricky yelled, Moose had to be hearing every word.

  “First of all, Ricky, it’s not our house. It’s my house. I’m the one who pays the bills and spends my time, money, and effort making it a home.”

  “For fuck’s sake, sis, I don’t have time for your drama. Your house is destroyed. What the hell did you do?”

  Moose sat rigidly beside her. When she glanced up at him, she saw fire in his eyes. He’d gladly tell Ricky off if she’d handed the phone over, but this was her problem. The incredible man beside her had already done too much for her. At some point, she had to take the burden back onto her shoulders.

  “You wanna know what I did, Richard? I got attacked by Buster and Pete after work last night. That’s what I did. They cornered me behind the restaurant and attacked me, Ricky. Then today I went home to find that someone had ransacked the place. I spent all morning talking to the cops and searching through my ruined things to see if anything was missing. That’s what I did, Ricky. What have you been doing?”

  “You called the fucking cops?”

  She laughed, but it sounded harsh and full of disbelief. “My house was destroyed. Yes, I called the cops. Sorry if that makes things difficult for you. Actually, I’m not sorry. What the hell were you thinking? Stealing money from Buster and Pete? Are you crazy?”

  He stayed silent.

  “Ricky?” she barked. She pulled the phone from her ear and stared at the screen. They were still connected. “Ricky, answer me!”

  His peeved sigh infuriated her as though he was the victim here with the weight of the world pressing down on poor innocent Ricky.

  “They’re idiots, Daisy. They sell their shit for half of what it’s worth. I can get so much more for it. I just need a few more days, and I’ll be able to give them what I owe, pay off the drugs, and keep a shitload for myself. Just give me a little more time.”

  So he had stolen more than just money—drugs, as Moose had suspected. “What? No! Hell no, Ricky. You need to give them what you took, and you need to do it today.”

  “Dais—”

  “No! I don’t care what excuse you’re about to lob at me. Give them their shit back. Today!”

  Thank God for Moose’s strong, stable presence beside her. Without his silent support, she’d have fallen apart.

  Ricky didn’t respond immediately, and just as she was about to blast him again, he spoke, “I can’t do that, Daisy. I spent the money.”

  She closed her eyes and pinched the bridge of her nose. Her blood pressure had to be setting records. “Of course you did. What about the drugs?”

  “I still have those. Most of it.”

  Whatever he didn’t snort up his nose or smoke himself.

  Moose tapped her leg. “Meet him later. Have him give you the drugs,” he mouthed.

  She nodded. His idea could work. If she handed the stolen merchandise over to Buster and Pete, she might buy Ricky some time to earn their money back. Or something. With Moose at her side, she wouldn’t have to worry about meeting up with Buster and Pete since he’d keep her safe. Maybe his large, dominating presence and the memory of how he’d wiped the floor with Buster and Pete would help swing things her way and keep those two in line.

  “Okay, Ricky, here’s how this is going to go. In two hours, you’re gonna meet me at the creek we used to play at when we were kids. You give me the drugs, and I’ll return them to Buster and Pete. Hopefully, we can use that as a gesture of good faith and get you time to get their money back.

  “Dai—”

  “There’s only one acceptable answer here, Ricky, and that’s your yes. You’re out of time and options. I presented you the only possible way to save your ass and mine, and you’re gonna take it.”

  Moose kissed the top of her head, and she smiled. He was proud of the way she’d handled her brother. Despite all this drama and the underlying fear it would all blow up in their faces, she was happy. Moose made her happy. She was foolish for thinking along those lines. The man would disappear from her life the moment she was safe, but screw it, she’d worry about that when it happened. For now, she planned to enjoy every second she was gifted with the man.

  “Fine. We’ll do it your way.”

  “Thank you,” she said, though he didn’t deserve it.

  “Are you okay?” his voice dropped to a near mumble.

  “What?”

  “You said they attacked you. Are you okay?”

  Moose grunted, shaking his head.

  Now Ricky asked about her well-being. Guess it was better than never.

  “I’m all right.”

  Moose cleared his throat, making her sigh.

  “I have some bruises. And a cut on my cheek. But Ricky… I want you to understand how serious this is. They told me they’d make me pay your debt. And not with cash. Do you understand what I’m saying? Do you realize the danger you’re putting me in?”

  His swallow came through the phone. “I understand.”

  “So, you’ll be there, right? Two hours?” She gripped the phone so tight she could have crushed it in her palm.

  “I… fuck… yeah, sis. I’ll be there.”

  “Okay. You’ve made the right choice, Ricky. I’ll see you later.”

  They hung up, and she gazed at Moose. “What do you think?” she asked as she tossed her phone toward the foot of the bed.

  He cupped her face. “I think you’re incredible.”

  He kissed her quickly but with intent.

  “I think you’re strong.”

  Kiss.

  “I think you’re fierce.”

  Kiss.

  “I think you’re loyal.”

  Kiss.

  “I think you're sweet.”

  This time, the kiss lingered, and he deepened it, sliding his tongue between her lips.

  Daisy sighed into his mouth as she melted against his bare chest. She couldn’t stop touching him and running her hands up and down his broad back. His skin felt warm, smooth, and firm beneath her fingertips.

  He rolled Daisy onto her back, and she couldn’t prevent the moan of pleasure as his weight pushed her into the mattress. Was there anything better than a sexy man’s weight above her?

  This sexy man, to be specific.

  They kept kissing, teasing, and playing as they nipped and licked. After a few moments, she needed more. She was wet, needy, and knew from earlier that only one thing would sate the desire. “Moose…” she said as they broke apart for air. She thrust up her hips, trying to convey what she needed.

  A wicked grin crossed his kiss-swollen lips. “Yeah, baby? Something I can do for you?”

  She huffed. How could he have the sanity to play games when she was about to die? “You know.”

  He chuckled. “I do, but I wanna hear you say it. You’ll look so pretty begging for my cock.”

  Her eyes widened. Who spoke like that? Moose, apparently, and it only made her hotter. “Moose, please.”

  He worked her shirt—his T-shirt—up past her hips, torso, and breasts until it bunched beneath her arms. She lay before him, fully exposed except for her panties.

  “Mm… so pretty.” He kissed the center of her chest, then the side of one breast, and back to the center.

  Her nipples ached to be touched while she squirmed beneath him. “Moose.”

  “I know what you want,” he said as he drew a circle around her nipple with a fingertip.

  It was so damn close to what she wanted but far enough away it drove her insane. She was soaked between her legs and out of her mind with need.

  “And you know what I want.”

  “Moose, please touch me.”

  “I am touching you.”

  She growled. Infuriating man. “Put your mouth on me!”

  “Aah… sure, baby.” He kissed her shoulder.

  She grabbed his hand and yanked hard, pulling him off her.

  “Fuck, I like that.” He growled.

  “You know what I meant!” She’d never whined, never begged in bed, yet he demanded it, and she was ready to give it to him if it meant he’d give her what her body needed. “Moose, stop playing. I’m dying here. Suck my tits!”

  “There it is. So fucking hot when you talk like that.” He closed his mouth over her nipple, and she shouted into the quiet motel room. The strong, hot suction made her pussy clench. “I love this,” she whispered as she sifted her fingers through his hair.

  He groaned his appreciation and tongued her nipple, making her whimper while his fingers played its twin. The dual sensations had shivers racing across her skin. Over and over, she ground up into him. His jeans would be wet from her arousal, and instead of disgusting her, it made her want to see the darkened fabric.

  In only twenty-four hours, this man turned her life upside down, and she didn’t want to flip it right again, especially if this kind of pleasure awaited her in this alternate universe.

  CHAPTER NINE

  MOOSE COULD SPEND the next year feasting on Daisy and not want for a thing. Food, water, and air all paled compared to the ecstasy of having his mouth on this sweet, fierce woman.

  His cock was hard as a spike and threatening to detonate every time she ground that hot pussy against him.

  “Fuck,” he said as he released her tits. “You’re killing me. Rubbing that drenched pussy all over me. You trying to tell me something?”

  “Yes,” she said as she pushed onto her elbows. “I’m trying to tell you to fuck me!”

  Well, damn, the shy woman disappeared when needy Daisy took over, and he fucking loved it. “I think that can be arranged,” he said with a smug grin. “But do you mind if I eat you out first?”

  Her eyes nearly fell from her head. “I… um… you… uh… yeah,” she squeaked. “You could do that. If-if you want.”

  “Oh, I want,” he said with a laugh. He wanted a taste of her more than anything, so he pushed up to a kneeling position and then grabbed the sides of her panties.

  Daisy sucked in a swift breath when his fingertips brushed her hips.

  “Lift that sexy ass for me.”

  She did as asked, giving him room to remove her panties. His eyes narrowed in on the dark spot, evidence of how much she wanted him.

  “Fuck, you soaked through these babies. So wet for my cock. And it’s only been a few hours since you’ve had it. Someone’s greedy.” He winked, and she turned an adorable shade of pink. He grabbed their last condom from his back pocket and tossed it on the bed. They’d need a hell of a lot more to make it through the next few days.

  “Don’t worry, baby,” he said as he shoved his open jeans down. His thick cock sprung free, pointing straight toward her. “I’m as hard as you are wet. Don’t think I could ever get enough of this sweet pussy.”

  “Moose, hurry.”

  Once he’d kicked the pants onto the floor, he returned to her. She moaned, whimpered, and sighed as he trailed kisses down her body, stopping to pay extra attention to her belly button. The tinkle of laughter that left her when he hit the sensitive spot made him grin against her skin.

  Her laughter didn’t last long but turned to a gasp of surprise when he kissed her neatly trimmed mound.

  “Oh, God,” she whispered.

  Her scent invaded his senses, making him inhale long and slow. The way she held herself still and barely seemed to breathe led him to believe she hadn’t had too many men go down on her. He was more than happy to do it anytime she wanted. Hell, he’d beg her to let him eat her.

  He slid his tongue through her folds, gathering every drop he could.

  “Holy crap, that feels so good,” Daisy said, widening her legs and giving him better access. It seemed his woman liked having her pussy licked.

  Good to know.

  Not that she was his woman. Well, maybe for today.

  He did it again, even slower this time. Her keening cry was music to his ears. Her hands went to his hair, and she shamelessly pushed her pelvis toward his face. Moose gave her what she demanded. He went to town, licking and sucking until she thrashed so hard on the bed he had to anchor her hips down with a forearm across her pelvis.

  She tasted like fucking heaven. His cock was making a mess of the sheets beneath him.

  “Moose,” she moaned. “Moose, please.”

  “Please, what, sweetheart?”

  “Please fuck me. I want more.”

  He froze. The sound of her begging for his cock was even hotter than he’d imagined.

  Did he want to fuck her now or wait until he’d made her come on his tongue?

  Decisions. Decisions.

  “Moose…”

  Ultimately, her pleas, combined with his demanding dick, decided for him. He snatched the condom off the bed and sheathed his dick faster than ever before. Daisy watched with hungry, half-lidded eyes.

  As soon as he’d suited up, he cocked an eyebrow. “You want this?” he asked as he stroked his covered cock.

  She nodded swiftly. “I want that. Give me what’s mine, Moose.”

  God fucking damn, the stamp of ownership revved him up. He grabbed her hips and flipped her over in one swoop.

  Daisy yelped and scrambled onto all fours.

  “Damn, this ass. It’s downright fuckable,” he said as he squeezed a cheek. “Ever let a man have you there?”

  “N-no,” she said. A visible shiver raced through her.

  He stroked a hand down the crack of her ass. “Maybe someday?” he asked as though he’d be in her life forever.

  “Yes,” she said on a breathy exhale. “S-someday.”

  He held her hips and pressed his cock to her opening. With one fierce thrust, he buried himself fully inside her with a long groan of satisfaction. Nothing felt better than the hot, tight grip of a pussy. This pussy, in particular.

  This time, he didn’t wait for her to adjust. They both needed it too badly, so he fucked her with hard, relentless snaps of his hips.

  Daisy fisted the sheets to keep from flying across the bed. She rocked back, meeting him thrust for thrust. If only they were closer to the mirror, he could stare at her tits bouncing and watch every expression of pleasure flitter across her face while he powered into her. Something to catalog for later.

  Her arms trembled and gave out after a few moments, bringing her forearms and chest to the bed. The angle changed, intensifying the pleasure. “Fuck yes,” he mumbled as her ass tilted, and he drilled even deeper inside her.

  “Yes, Moose. Right there. More. Harder.” The words were muffled against the mattress, but he had no trouble understanding her demands.

  The woman was going to fry every brain cell he had. He tightened his grip on her hips and moved even faster. Sweat trickled down his back, his left thigh cramped, and he gasped for air, but nothing short of nuclear war would stop him.

  The harder he fucked, the closer he came to blowing his load. Daisy’s high-pitched whimpers only made it harder to keep control. But when she shouted his name and came with her pussy strangling his cock, he lost the battle to make this last.

  He pressed his head to the center of her damp back as the orgasm tore through him, stealing his breath. Together they shuddered and panted as pleasure peaked. Eventually, he returned to earth only to realize he had a vice grip on her slender hips. As gently as possible, he released her and then kissed her shoulder.

  “Am I dead?” Daisy mumbled into the mattress.

  Moose chuckled as he pulled his softening cock from her. The way she groaned, as though already missing him, made his chest tighten. “I hope not. We can’t do that again if you croaked.”

  “Then I’m definitely not dead. But I am hungry again.”

  Laughing, he collapsed onto his back. After a minute to catch his breath, he got up and disposed of the condom but returned straight to the bed. Once on his side, he pulled her to him. They stayed spooned together as their breathing slowed and their bodies cooled. A feeling of rightness settled over him. Not once since Daisy walked into his motel room had he missed the solitude he typically craved. In fact, the thought of leaving her and sleeping in a bed by himself was growing more distasteful by the minute.

  She’d woven some kind of spell over him, and he didn’t know what the hell to do about it.

  They had bigger problems at hand than his existential crisis. In a short time, they’d be meeting with Daisy’s brother. After that, they’d have to figure out how to get Buster and Pete their drugs. One hurdle at a time.

  He hated to burst their peaceful bubble, but reality didn’t care about their sex life or how much he’d rather lie around in bed for the rest of the evening.

  “You ready for this?” he asked.

  Daisy rolled until she faced him. “To be honest, I don’t know. Ricky and I aren’t close in a conventional sense. Even though he crashes at my house, we don’t really hang out or eat together. Still, he’s my brother. The last time he disappeared for a while, he returned after a few months looking like death. He’d lost so much weight and hadn’t shaved or cut his hair in so long that I barely recognized him. I guess I’m just worried about what state he’ll be in when he shows up.”

  “He’s lucky to have you in his corner. Caring about him.” Moose’s throat dried up. Talking wasn’t his strong suit, especially regarding his family. But Daisy made him want to open up. He wanted her to know him and how he’d become the grumpy biker who traveled the country alone. “I haven’t had anyone care about me or cared about anyone in a very long time.”

  “That sounds lonely,” she whispered.

  “It’s not. At least it never has been.” He fingered a lock of her hair and tucked it behind her ear. Most of the time, he didn’t think about how isolated he was from human contact and significant connections. Meeting Daisy sent his mind spiraling in a direction he hadn’t visited in almost two decades. “But I’m wondering if it will be from now on.”

  “Can I ask how you came to be on your own?”

  His thoughts traveled back more than fifteen years to a life he no longer recognized. “I grew up in Lancaster, Pennsylvania.”

 

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