Collapsing on top of her, I was careful not to lean too heavily and took my weight on my elbows, but I smeared my cum between us as our bodies fused together and mingled in the sweat from the both of our efforts.
Chapter Seven
Panting in short breathless gasps, Daisy stared at the ceiling and I could tell she was already replaying everything that had led to that moment just passed.
“Jesus.”
This was the only word to pass her lips as she continued to catch her breath, in her attempt to quieten her body and calm herself down.
Sweat glistened in tiny beads across her cute little nose and I couldn’t help chuckling at how energetic we’d been together. The chemistry between us had caught fire and my heart groaned with mixed feelings about what came next because being with Daisy was everything I figured it would be.
I should have guessed it would have affected Daisy much greater than it had me; she wasn’t the type that had hook-ups—although what we’d done hadn’t felt like a one night stand to me. I was hurt when she rolled away onto her side.
Unhappy with being shut out like that I slipped in behind her and spooned her back, ass, and thighs, by pulling her close.
“That was incredible, baby. Thank you,” I murmured against the nape of her neck. Daisy didn’t respond and I figured she was just taking her time to absorb what had gone on, or exhausted and worn smooth. However, after another minute I felt her breathing was off and realized she was silently crying beside me.
Shifting onto my knees I turned her to face me, “Hey, sweetheart, don’t,” I begged. “What we just did was beautiful, amazing… incredible,” I offered in reassurance.
“I know. And you’ll be leaving in a few hours and that will be that.”
She was right, I did have to leave, but there was no way around that.
“Come with me. Come to Belfast for Paddy’s wedding.”
“You don’t have to say that. Besides I can’t. It’s St. Patrick’s Day… the busiest day of the year for a pub.”
“Can’t Terry look after the bar?”
“Terry can hardly look after himself, never mind manage a bar,” she said like I was stupid to even suggest that.
“Someone else?”
“Thanks, but no. I have to be realistic about this. You are… you, and this is what I do. We’re different, and I’m not sorry we’ve done this, just sorry it’s over.”
“What’s over?”
“This,” she replied as she sat up and swiped the tears from her eyes.
Glancing at me then to the bed sheets she sighed heavily before she lifted her gaze to meet mine.
“Look, I’d like to think you like me for me, as a person I mean, and not just because you wanted a body for the night. That means a lot to me, truly it does, but we both know this is it, right? I’m sorry I got emotional, it's just been a while since… you know…”
I sat back on my calves and swallowed back a wave of emotion as I stared with a frown, into her eyes. “You’re right. You weren’t just a body, Daisy. I’m glad you felt the sincerity in what we just did because I really do like you. If I’m completely honest, I haven’t felt a connection for anyone the way I have with you—ever.”
"You don’t have to say that. I’ve reconciled what this is."
“I don’t want this to be it between us. None of what has happened since I met you has been contrived or insincere on my part. I have had the time of my life in the past day. First time I’ve had any normality in my life for years and it’s the best feeling in the world right now.”
Edging her way off the bed, Daisy stood and struck an awkward pose to hide her body before she pulled the duvet off the bed and wrapped it around her. “I’ll bring this back in a minute,” she said as she shuffled barefooted toward the door.
My initial instinct was to stop her, but I figured she needed space. What had been an amazing ninety minutes between us ended with me feeling I’d behaved how I always had and selfishly taken what I’d wanted.
Chapter Eight
While I got dressed I thought about Daisy’s comments and convinced myself what I’d done with her was nothing like I had been with anyone else. Once I was decent I sat on the end of the bed. I cussed myself again for the fact I’d never even considered memorizing any of the numbers I may have needed in the event of an emergency.
More than once during the evening whenever I’d passed a phone I’d considered picking up the handset on her landline. However the only people I could think of were at the record and PR companies and no one worked on Saturdays.
After a while of pacing around the room, straightening the sheets, and staring at the flock wallpaper pattern on the wall, I resigned myself to the thought that Daisy was probably not coming back.
For a second I wondered if sneaking out would solve her embarrassment about what had happened, but I quickly discarded that idea as cowardice. Just as I was all out of ideas I heard her footfall on the creaking hallway floorboards as she slowly approached the door.
Freshly showered and fully dressed, Daisy handed me her tablet, the search engine page already loaded. “Sorry, I almost forgot this.” Waving the tablet at me, I stood and took it gently from her hand.
“Thanks, babe. I need to figure out where I am. Can you write the address down for me then I can tell someone where to pick me up?”
Daisy chewed her lip, while one hand clutched the forearm of her other arm, “I’ll get a pen.” When she turned and left the room I had the bright idea of logging into my Skype. I had no idea why I hadn’t thought of that before.
Firstly, I had to log in because it wasn’t my usual device and then couldn’t remember my password. I was such a technophobe. Then I tried my email remembering I could email everyone. I had Paddy’s email as well.
A few minutes later I almost threw the damned tablet out of the window because I couldn’t remember my passwords to anything and I’d gotten it wrong so many times it wanted to send a code to my phone or to my recovery email address which belonged to my personal assistant.
Donna had saved every device with saved passwords to make things easier for me, except for the times when I couldn’t utilize my own equipment.
Eventually, I called my sister in the US using the landline phone by the bed. My big sister and I hadn’t spoken in eight whole months, but it was the only number I knew by heart. I felt ashamed that the first time I was in trouble it was her I had to call.
“Oh, so you’re alive?” The bitterness in her voice stung my ear.
“Sorry,” I replied and sounded suitably so.
“I guess this is trouble when you’re calling at 10pm on a Friday night? The boys and I thought you’d forgotten about us.” I glanced at my wristwatch and saw it was 3am.
“I know how this looks and you can berate me all you want, but right now, Catrina, can you please cut me some slack? I was on my way to Paddy’s wedding when my flight was diverted.” I went on to explain where I was and what the issues were and when I finished she breathed a frustrated sigh down the line.
“If I give you this are Ryan, Nick and I not going to hear from you for another eight months?”