Page 8 of What He Wants

“Their club prez? He hate you that much?” Clay wanted to know.

“No,” I said. “We were friends before we became brothers.” Eyebrows rose at my admission. “I’ll go in and tell Fox what I know, and then I’ve got some place to be.”

“Do you need backup?” Hawk asked as I turned and began walking back toward the door.

I tossed him a look over my shoulder as I kept walking. “Not for this, brother. I think I can handle her on my own.”

Their crude remarks and snorts followed me inside the club. It didn’t take me long to tell Fox what I knew. Ten minutes later I was racing toward the salon. If they kept normal hours, I knew that there was a chance they’d already be closed for the day, it was almost five o’clock. The thought of missing little Daisy Mae Flowers forced me to pick up speed. I hadn’t been able to get her or the things I wanted to do to her off my mind since the day I’d first seen her. And it all began with her hands on me.

Chapter 4

Big John

As I neared the house I could see there was only one vehicle in the drive. But even before I pulled up, an elderly woman emerged from the salon and headed toward the car. With no others present, that meant that Daisy would be all alone. I pulled up close to the door and cut the engine. I sat there for a minute, staring at the front door. It was glass, with the name of her business, ‘Country Pretty,’ etched into it. I could see movement inside, but it was hard to make out what she was doing.

I dismounted and walked toward the door, willing my dick to behave because it was already stirring at the thought of being close to her. I walked up the three steps and reached to push the door open just as Daisy appeared on the other side. Her hands quickly moved up to the lock, butshe didn’t turn it. She looked nervous and undecided as to whether or not she should lock me out. And damn, she looked cute as hell with that bottom lip clamped between her teeth.

We stared at one another as if sizing each other up. I cocked my head, my eyes moving back and forth between her eyes and her hand, which was still poised at the lock. “Don’t do it,” I finally said, realizing that my gruff command might result in the opposite effect.

She opened her pretty mouth as if to say something, then thought better of it, and clamped it shut again. Next, she spun around and walked away from the door. I pushed it in and stepped inside the salon, watching the sexy sway of her full hips as she continued to walk away. She turned to face me before my interest shifted from her shapely ass. My hands itched to get a hold of it.

“I, ah, wasn’t sure that you were coming, and was just about to close up,” she said in a silky rasp. I grinned when she stepped around a chair at one of the stations as if it offered her some protection. Nothing was going to protect her from me. “So, you’re here for a haircut?”

Yeah, that was why I was there. For a fucking haircut, and maybe a taste of her. She looked good enough to eat. The first thing I noticed was her hair. The first time I’d seen her it had been confined, but today it was loose and surrounded her pretty face in sexy waves. My fingers prickled with the need to touch the silky mass. Her face was devoid of makeup, but the fresh, clean appearance of her skin needed no enhancements. I fucking loved the dusting of freckles across her pert little nose. I wanted to run my mouth over them to see if they tasted as fucking sweet as they looked.

“Would you, ah, like a wash first?”

I watched the rise and fall of her large tits, revealed by the open neck of her blouse and barely confined in the tight white tank top she wore beneath it. The glitter of a gold cross hanging from a chain around her neck drew my eyes to her exposed cleavage. My dick jerked, and I clenched my teeth. “Yeah, that sounds good,” I said, walking her way. The closer I got, the more color stained her cheeks. Interesting. And then she was biting down on that bottom lip again, and all I could think of was taking it between my teeth and sucking it inside my mouth.

Fucking hell, this was a mistake. I knew that I’d wanted her the minute I’d first seen her,but the intensity of my reaction to her today scared the living shit out of me. I wasn’t sure that I had the control I’d need to keep from hurting her. When I wanted a woman I just took her, but it was usually a club whore. I couldn’t recall the last ‘good girl’ I’d wanted to pin down and fuck.

I sat down in the chair she indicated, aware I didn’t usually go in for all that wash and blow shit. When I wanted a haircut, I got a haircut and that was it. But I wanted Daisy’s hands on me, and right then I’d take them anyway I could get them.

“Um, I need you to−” She stopped talking as soon as our eyes met. It was obvious she was nervous as shit, and probably afraid. Good, she fucking needed to be. She was tiny compared to me.

“What, baby?” Her eyes dilated.They fucking dilated.“What do you need me to do?” My nostrils flared as I took in her tantalizing scent. Musk, and something flowery, slammed into my senses, and my dick punched forward.

“I need you to scoot down in the chair so I can get your head in the bowl.”

I grinned at the huskiness of her voice, moving my big frame into position. Once I arranged my head into the sink she turned on the water. I’d never much thought about having my hair washed before, and Daisy was fast and efficient, running the hot water through it before lathering it up with shampoo. When her fucking nails began to massage my scalp, I closed my eyes and groaned because it felt that good.

“Am I hurting you?” her soft voice asked me.

“No.” I didn’t want to admit how fucking good it felt having her hands in my hair. Something brushed across my forehead, and I opened my eyes. Daisy was bent over me, the cross around her neck moving against me with her movements. And fuck, my nose was nearly buried in her cleavage. I inhaled deeply, taking in more of her warm scent.

“Sorry,” she laughed softly, the sound going straight to my throbbing dick. She moved the cross aside, but as soon as she went back to scrubbing my scalp it went right back to where it hadbeen. I couldn’t have cared less about the cross, my gaze was riveted on the view of her cleavage and the mounds of creamy tits staring me in the face. The urge to stick my tongue out and lick her there was so overpowering that a shudder moved over me.

“Are you cold?” she asked.

I grinned. Yeah, that’s exactly what I was, but I kept my mouth shut because I doubted she’d be impressed with what I was really feeling. She moved upward to reach the water hose. “I am so sorry!” she made a frustrated sound when her cross scraped across my forehead again. Her hand came up, and I grabbed her around the wrist.

She gasped. All movement stopped as our eyes clashed. She licked her lips, and I knew that if I didn’t do something about my dick soon it was going to burst right through the zipper. “I got it.”

There was a question in her eyes, but she didn’t say or do anything. I wondered what kind of a fool I was for even touching her. I brought my arm up between our upper bodies and reached for the cross. Her eyes widened as my knuckles brushed across her exposed flesh. I took the cross and tucked it deep in between the valley of her tits, feeling her warmth and softness surround my finger and imagining that it would feel the same way for my dick when it sank inside her body for the first time. She caught her breath again, our gazes still locked tight. Hell, I wanted to fuck her right then and there.

“Th-thank you.”

I reached down to rearrange my aching dick, no longer caring if she knew that I had a hard-on for her. Shit, she’d have to be dead not to notice. It was moving with a life of its own inside of my pants, and he wasn’t shy about what he wanted. Daisy rinsed my hair, turned off the water, and covered my head with a towel. After a couple of brisk rubs to catch the drops of water, she nudged me to my feet.

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