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Daisy
Dinner is wonderful. We all sit around the table, passing each other plates and stuffing our faces with delicious food. I run my foot up the inside of Duke’s leg and enjoy myself watching him try not to squirm as my toes press against his package.
My dad’s in a surprisingly good mood. At first, I don’t think he liked Duke much. But that’s just the way he is. Now it’s different. He’s proved himself a man. Worked hard around the farm. Defended my honor. It’s all a bit corny, but that’s the kind of stuff my dad loves. It shouldn't mean that much to me, but getting his approval is a big deal. If I’m gonna move away to the city, I don’t want it to be on bad terms. The last thing I want is to fall out with my parents.
After, Duke helps my mom clear the table and do the washing up. I sit on the sofa in the living room. My dad sips at a glass of whiskey.
“You love him?” he asks.
“Dad!” I sound like a teenage school girl. Talking about relationships with him feels weird. We can discuss the intricacies of maintaining a farm for hours on end, but bring the L-word into the conversation and suddenly we’re both tongue-tied. “It’s a bit early for that. I’ve only known him a little while. I guess I’m not sure how I feel, I just know I like him.”
“When you know, you know,” he says, taking a sip of his drink and then putting the glass down on the table beside him. “Don’t sell yourself short, Daisy. Any man would be lucky to have you. And I’m not blind, even though your mom seems to think I am. I can see the way you two look at each other. I saw the smile on your face when he picked you up earlier. If you want my advice, I say go for it. Hold on to that feeling and never let it go. That’s what I did with your mom, and it was the best decision I ever made. I wasn’t much, back then. She could have had anyone she wanted in this town. But she chose me.” He gives me a wink. “And it’s not because of my dashing good looks, or my killer personality. It's because there was a connection. Something we couldn’t quite explain. I still can’t. All I know is, it’s real. And if you have that kind of feeling with this here city boy, then follow your gut and dive in with both feet.”
I reach over and squeeze his hand. “Thanks, Pop.”
Duke comes in the room with a dishcloth flung over his shoulder. His sleeves are pulled up above his elbows. He has a rakish smile on his face. I want to kiss him so bad.
“You'll finished?” I ask.
“Just about.”
I look over at my dad and he mouths the words, “go for it.”
“How about I walk you back to your room?” Standing up, I peck my dad on the cheek and guide Duke out of the house.
As soon as we’re outside, I jump into his arms and kiss him.
“What’s that for?” he asks.
“Nothing,” I tell him. “I just couldn’t wait a second longer to kiss you.”
He locks his fingers in mine and we walk slowly back towards the motel rooms. One of the new customers sees us and waves. She’s a slim, little elderly woman traveling with her husband. They’re so cute together. Always bickering and holding hands and finishing each other's sentences. It makes me wonder if I’ll be like that with Duke one day. Maybe we’ll drive across the country to visit our grandkids, too. Listening to old-timey music. Doing crosswords. Going to bed at eight o’clock in the evening and waking up at four.
When we get outside Duke’s door, I decide to go for it. My dad was right. There’s no point waiting around. I know what I want, and I’m not afraid to ask for it.
“You gonna invite me in?” I say.
He kisses me softly on the cheek. “If that’s what you want.”
“I just said it was, didn’t I.” I take his key from his hand and put it in the lock. His hands slide around my hips and cup my ass. “Unless you don’t wanna?”
“You crazy?” He whispers in my ear from behind. I can feel his erection pressing against my lower back. “I haven’t been able to think of anything else all week.”
I turn the key and we stumble into the room. Kissing and exploring each other's bodies with our hands.
He lays me down on the bed and takes my clothes off. At first, I’m not comfortable with him looking at me naked. I’ve only ever had sex a few times, and they’ve always been dark, alcohol-fuelled encounters. Quick. Rushed. Completely unromantic. But this is different.
Duke takes his time. He kisses me in places I’ve never been kissed before. Makes my skin tingle with his touch. He runs his hand through my wet, silken folds and then runs his tongue along my yearning, pink entry.
“Oh, Duke,” I groan as he sinks his fingers deep inside me. “Right there! Oh, Fuck! That feels amazing!”
He saws into me. I grip the sheets on the bed. Holding on for dear life as he brings me to climax.
“You like that?” he growls, climbing on top of me and running his tongue across my nipple.
“Yes,” I whimper. My eyes are still half-closed. It’s like all my muscles have turned to jelly. I can’t work out if I’m about to fall asleep or float up in the sky like a balloon filled with helium. The sayingcloud ninefinally makes sense. “I feel like I’m in heaven.”
He takes my face in his hand. Our tongues battle against each other. Parrying and turning and thrusting in perfect synchronicity.
