Page 95 of The Thug And His Doll

My legs buckle a little, and I laugh. “God dammit woman, you’ve made my knees weak.”

“You and me both,” she replies as I ease out of her, our combined arousal sliding down her thighs as I turn her in my arms and cup her face, pressing kisses over her face.

“Are you okay?” I ask, my chest heaving as I try to steady my own racing heart. It beats as fast as a wild stallion running free.

“I feel thoroughly and blissfully fucked,” she replies, a sweet laugh parting her kiss-bruised lips.

I swallow her joy with my mouth, kissing her until we’re both ready to lose ourselves in each other again.

“That smells amazing!” Daisy says as she enters the kitchen a couple of hours later.

Her eyes are bright, her cheeks tinged pink from the cold. Outside the snow begins to fall heavily, and I’m grateful to Dalton for getting them home safe.

“We’ve set the table in the dining room, I thought we could all eat there today,” I reply as I begin to carve the roast beef that has been resting for the last half an hour. Lia places the roasted, honey-drenched carrots and parsnips into a dish next to the fluffiest, crispiest roast potatoes I’ve ever laid eyes on. My stomach rumbles, and I grin. Lia and I have most definitely worked up an appetite, that’s for certain, and part of the reason we’re eating in the dining room is that despite thoroughly cleaning the kitchen island after fucking on top of it, I could do with eating dinner without a raging hard on at the memory.

“Sure,” Daisy replies as Toby comes running into the kitchen holding the biggest, cuddly toy unicorn I’ve ever seen. It’s bright blue with a silver horn and tiny white stars embroidered into its soft body.

“Look what Dalton won for me!” he exclaims, practically tripping over the thing as he stumbles into the room.

“Wow! That’s a gorgeous unicorn,” Lia exclaims, reaching for him and taking the toy from his arms before giving him a hug.

“Won it on the first attempt,” Dalton explains, leaning against the door frame as he watches Lia interact with Toby. “Looks like I am good for something,” he adds, sliding his gaze to Daisy who pointedly ignores him.

“So you had a nice time then?” Lia asks Toby, but I’m pretty sure the question is aimed at Daisy who is removing her coat and avoiding answering.

“We had the best time ever!” Toby says, hopping on his feet as he reaches for the unicorn once again. “I’m going to put it in my room!”

With that he rushes out of the kitchen, leaving the adults to deal with the tension that’s left behind. Jesus, I could cut it with a knife. So much for the intervention.

“You’re staying for dinner, right?” I ask Dalton, who looks more than a little uncomfortable.

He shakes his head, pushing off from the door frame. “I should head off before the snow gets too heavy and I can’t get home.”

“You can stay here for the night. Wait for the roads to get cleared in the morning?” I suggest. “There’s so much food, we’ll need some help getting through it.” Lia adds.

“He said he wanted to go, let him go,” Daisy says, giving him a look that confirms my plan for them to at least call a truce had failed miserably. Dalton slides his gaze to her and she stares at him unflinchingly, a challenge in her gaze.

“You know what, I think I’ll stay. I’m off work tomorrow anyway before things get too busy with Robert’s wedding.”

Daisy huffs out a breath, shaking her head as she storms towards him. “Coat,” she demands, holding her hand out.

He gives her a dazzling smile. “Thank you, Daisy,” he says, pulling off his woollen coat and handing it to her.

“Oh shut up,” she grouses, snatching it from him and storming off down the hallway.

“I think I’ll go check on… Toby,” Lia says, eying me. I’m pretty sure that’s code for ‘talk to Dalton, find out what went on’. “Would you mind taking everything through to the dining room once you’ve finished carving the meat? I’ll only be gone for a moment.”

“Of course,” I agree, waiting for her to leave before I question my best friend.

Dalton walks towards me, swiping a hand through his hair. “Lia’s good for you,” he observes.

“Don’t try to change the subject. I take it you and Daisy are still at war?”

“I tried,” he replies with a shrug, grabbing a slither of meat and stuffing it into his mouth. “Damn that’s good.”

“Well?” I insist, refusing to let this go.

“What can I say, she still hates me.”

---