Page 38 of Choosing My Happiness
“No,” she whispered. “No, no, no, no.”
I shook her gently. “Stop, Molly, don’t make a scene. You knew this was coming, we all did.”
“No! He’s not allowed to die! He promised me he wouldn’t die. It’s the one promise he wasn’t going to break.”
Molly gripped my arms and dug her nails into my skin. Fuck me, she was worse than those stupid cats up trees that they send us after in the brigade.
“It’s alright, Molly. We’re here to help.” The soft voice of Bull’s ol’lady, Janie took over. She took Molly’s hand and dislodged her claws one by one.
“Let’s go see him and say goodbye.” She gently dragged the crazy woman away.
Bull stopped next to me. “They’re going to take Matchstick’s body to the morgue until the funeral home can come and take it,” he grumbled. “Can you take Molly home once Janie convinces her it’s real and helps her pack all his shit up? I’ll get Janie to drive Molly’s car, and then I’ll pick her up after.”
I nodded, there wasn’t anything else I could do.
“I’ll keep trying to see if I can contact Daisy, but she probably got her phone off if she was on night shift.” Bull rubbed a tired hand over his forehead. Wait, nightshift? Daisy works shift work. Hey, how does Bull know? I eyed the man as he pulled his phone out of his pocket and sighed.
“It’s okay. Midwife got a hold of her. She was working. I’ll contact her after I sort out the kids. You’ll be fine here with Janie and Molly?”
“Yeah, hey, how do you know Daisy’s number?” The sound that came out of my mouth as I spoke was almost a whine, but inmy defence, I’d had a long night. Bull put his phone away with a frown.
“I asked,” he said, patting his pocket before striding out to check on his ol’lady. I followed behind and helped the girls pack while Bull went home to the kids.
I packed Molly and the boxes of Matchstick’s stuff in the car. Molly kept complaining about Matchstick dying. It was getting on my nerves. She kept saying that he wasn’t supposed to leave her; what was she supposed to do now? Where was she supposed to go? I rolled my eyes. No one was going to kick her out of her house. She was an ol’lady. She would do whatever the ol’ladies did. Besides, the club would look after her.
I wasn’t really in the mood to deal with her nonsense. She’d taken off and left me to watch the man die. But she was my mother-in-law. Maybe I could bring Dylan over. She liked Dylan. I let her know I was going to go and pick Dylan up and bring him over, and she smiled through her tears.
“That would be nice, Blaze; he will be my grandson anyway when Daisy reconciles with you after the funeral. It was her father’s wish to see you two together.” She sniffled. “And he didn’t stay around to see it happen.”
That’s right. Daisy would be coming back for the funeral. I smiled. I’d get another chance with her. This time, no jewelry. Maybe I’d try with the bike, and take her for a ride somewhere. I’d definitely be asking for her number though. I don’t know why she gave it to Bull and not me. I’m her husband after all.
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Chapter 25: Daisy
Our first kiss had released something in me. I couldn’t let Jim go. Physically, I couldn’t let him go. My hands gripped his shoulders, his neck, anywhere that I felt would help me get closer to him. My skin was buzzing with need. My pussy aching to be touched by him. Acknowledging that I needed him had freed a part of me that I thought Blaze had killed. I didn’t even have a simple vibrator because I never felt the need in 4 years. Now, with Jim, all I could think of was fucking him. Excitement and arousal were running rampant through me. I just wanted his cock inside me.
He lifted me up onto the kitchen counter and stood between my legs, pressing himself against me. His hands dropped to my waist and crept under my shirt, as our tongues battled for supremacy. I felt his hand sliding up my back gently, almost hesitantly, like he wasn’t sure. I dealt with that by leaning intohis hand, and pulling my shirt off. I was too hot and frenzied to wait for him to be unsure. He gripped my arms and pinned them behind me, then took his time staring at me with hungry eyes, while still pressing what felt like a steel pipe into my core.
“Slow down, I want to look at you,” he grumbled.
“You’ve seen me naked before,” I said breathlessly to him, trying to hurry him up. Didn’t he realise I needed him?
“Yes, but I’ve never had the opportunity to worship you, My Queen.” His voice had a huskiness to it that sent more waves of arousal down my spine. “There’s always been people around.”
He released me and pulled off his own shirt before leaning forward and kissing me softly, working my mouth and libido into a frenzy. The heat coming off him only added to my lust. My breasts pressed against that magnificent chest with only my bra in the way. I growled in his mouth and reached behind me to unhook it. He stopped me from ripping it off.
“Slow down, My Queen. You’re worth waiting for,” he whispered against my lips, pushing me back. I lay down slowly, watching him. His eyes were almost black with desire as he looked me over. His tongue came out and licked his lips. I shivered at the sight. He stroked his fingers up my side to my shoulders and then slid the bra straps down my arms. My nipples were already hard as they popped out of the cups. He groaned and bent over my body to catch one in his mouth. I watched him lick me gently. The contrast between the cold of the room and the heat of his mouth made me jump. One hand clamped my hip to the table, and the other scooped my upper body closer to his mouth.
“Oh fuck, Jim,” I moaned. He hummed at my desire. His tongue swirled around my nipple, sending shocks to my clit. I felt deliciously helpless as he moved to the other breast.
“You’re magnificent, My Queen,” he groaned, working his mouth up to my neck. I gripped his biceps and pulled myselfcloser, trying to press my breasts against him as I rose off the counter, maintaining contact with him.
His phone rang.
I felt his groan as the mood changed.
“Can you ignore it?” I asked, pleading. He shook his head in the crook of my neck.
