Page 42 of Never Say Never

We’re fucking slowly, her hand wrapped around my neck, my eyes pinned to hers. Anddamn, if this doesn’t feel better than anything I’ve ever experienced. I shouldn’t be surprised. Everything with Daisy is better than with anyone else. It always has been.

“I’m so close,” she whimpers, as her breathing changes from short to fast.

“Come for me, Daisy.” I beg. “Come for my cock like the good girl I know you are.”

She clenches hard around my dick, mouth parted before she shatters underneath me, crying out my name. I watch her body tremble, the fluttering of her eyelashes as she struggles to keep her gaze on mine. I feel her thighs come together squeezing my sides. I’m infatuated with it all.

Her nails dig into the flesh of my arms as she pulls my body down to hers needing my mouth. Without hesitation, I lean into her, pressing my lips to hers, breathing in every whimper and whine that leaves her pretty mouth. Then I’m rocking back into her, rolling my hips into her warmth, fucking her in short, deep thrusts as I hold us even tighter together.

“Fuck, yes, Daisy. You take me so good.” Her legs shake around me, the little noises she’s making spurring me on.

And then I’m coming, spilling inside of her when I feel her walls pulsing around me. I come undone on a growl, telling her how good she feels, how perfect she fits me until my ears start to ring, and my vision goes black.

I hold her body as close to mine as I can, my chest contracting as I press a kiss to her forehead, closing my eyes before dropping my forehead to rest against hers. When I open them, I’m jolted out of my post sex haze. This feels intimate as fuck. I see every emotion, every desire staring back at me and every reason why this is just an arrangement. But she’s the one who makes a move to separate us first.

On a sigh, I pull myself out of her body, remembering rule number one then I collapse on the pool lounger next to her.

I remind myself this is sex only. This isn’t a relationship and never will be one. I can handle this. I will not fall in love.

I breathe out a shaky exhale. Then Daisy is covering her face with her hands. “Did we really just do that?”

She peeks at me through her fingers, and I want to die at how cute she is. “We did and it was fucking amazing. I can’t wait to do it again.”

“I’m glad you liked it.”

“Are you kidding me, Dais? How could I not? You are incredible.” I smile, reaching for her hair, pushing a few strands from her face.

“I can’t believe I came twice.”

“Is that a first?”

“In my life.”

But the moment she catches her breath, Daisy flies from the lounger, hurrying to get her clothes.Fuck.I know what we’re doing is supposed to be just fooling around, but damn if itdoesn’t sting. Does she really need to be in such a hurry to get up and get dressed? We just had sex for the first time.

My eyebrows pull together and I run my palms over my face. All sorts of fucked up emotions run through my mind as I watch her slip into her dress. How I want to hold her. Keep her close. Be the last man on this planet to ever see her naked again.

But I can’t. That isn’t what that is. It isn’t what I truly want. I’m not a relationship kinda guy. This is just a pact. So, instead I tell her, “Those other guys didn’t deserve you. And remember, rebel. No one else touches what’s mine.”

Daisy lips tip up in a small smile that makes my chest burn so intensely, I cover the space over my heart to try to stop it. But it’s my heart that is on fire that is the problem. And I have no idea what happens next.

This is just supposed to be sex. I’m sure I’ll be able to handle it.

Then why am I wondering how the fuck I’m going to keep this arrangement going without falling for my best friend.

FIFTEEN

THE POST-SEX HUG

Daisy

I need to get out of the house and out of my head. Every time I think back to last night, my stomach erupts in what feels like a million little butterflies. I had sex with Tucker. Repeat… I had sex with Tucker! And it is all I’ve been able to think about. I feel like I’m going insane.

It’s been less than 24 hours since Tucker’s hands were on me, and I’m already wondering when we can do it again. Being with him was better than any fantasy I’ve ever imagined; the gentle way his hands touched me, the possessiveness in the way he fucked me, and the two orgasms he gave me? They were the best orgasms of my life.

And the way his eyes locked with mine after he finished inside of me, as if I was the most beautiful thing he had ever seen—I will never forget it. Waves of heat prickle my skin. Now that I’ve felt him inside of me, I know once won’t be enough. One night with Tucker Collins, and I’m addicted.

When it was over and he had rolled onto his side, I got up and got dressed and told him I would call an Uber to get back home. It would have been so easy to stay, but the rules are in place for a reason. No cuddling. No sleeping over.

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