Daisy and the Dead | The Complete Series | Books 1-6 Page 12

  “Did he bring up his old camp?”

  Ever since Campbell had joined my group he kept tossing his old leaders name around like it meant something. ‘Wyatt did this’ or ‘Smith would never do that.’ It was fucking annoying as hell.

  He hesitated. “Boss, I’m going to be frank here… I think Campbell is talking to his old camp. And I don’t like it.”

  I ran my hand through my hair. Fuck. Juan was only confirming my own thoughts, but it still sucked to hear it.

  “Guess I need to pay Campbell a little visit. Thanks for the info.”

  I left Juan’s room and went to find Campbell, who ended up being in the gym. There was a group of men with him and they all grew silent as I approached.

  “Boss,” Campbell greeted.

  I grunted. “Everyone get out except for Campbell.”

  His cheeks darkened in a flush as the others scurried away.

  “Something wrong, Boss?”

  I got right to the point. “I hear you’re talking with your old camp. So I’ve got to ask… where the fuck is your loyalty? Me or them?”

  His mouth dropped open and he tried to save face by grabbing some free weights from a rack.

  “I think your information is wrong.”

  “It’s not.”

  A thin coat of white spit pooled in the corner of his lips.

  “Boss… I’m not sure where this is coming from.”

  I took a step toward him. “This is your last warning, Campbell. I don’t allow liars to live.”

  I turned to leave when the motherfucker spoke.

  “That’s what happened to McNeil, right?”

  My fist was flying before he’d even finished speaking. Drywall exploded around his head as my fist made contact mere inches from him. He winced.

  “Last. Warning.”

  Campbell all but ran from the room. I flexed my hand and sat on one of the weight benches. Hopefully that squashed whatever was going on with Campbell and his old camp. If not, I’d be paying his former group a visit and it wouldn’t end well.

  Now

  My shoulder ached as I stepped into the bitterly cold pond. We’d searched the area for the Dead and decided it was safe to take a quick dip. Daisy waded to me completely nude. Her tits bobbed on the top of the water and I reached out, tugging a beaded nipple.

  She grinned. “See something you like, Sir?”

  I pulled her against my body, rubbing my thigh between her legs. “Always.”

  She snuggled against me and the water didn’t feel quite as cold. A goose honked as it flew overhead. It’d be gone before I reached my gun, so there was no point in trying. Instead, I held Daisy closer. She nipped my lip before kissing me. Surprised, I looked down at her.

  “What’s that for?”

  “Because I love you, silly.”

  I kissed the tip of her nose. “I love you, too.”

  We kissed again. Her hand dipped beneath the water and trailed down my stomach. My dick throbbed in anticipation.

  She leaned forward and sucked on my earlobe. “We should get going. It’s going to be dark soon.”

  “Are you cock teasing me?”

  She laughed. “Yeah. I am. Come on.”

  She pulled away and made her way to the shoreline. I hated for her to leave, but I loved to watch her go.

  She glanced over her shoulder. “Checking me out?”

  “Always.”

  7

  Then

  Daisy stirred as I entered the room. I moved through the dark until I reached the bathroom. I didn’t flip the light on until the door was shut. Maybe she’d go back to sleep while I showered. Stripping, I stepped under the cold water and let it run over my knuckles. Hitting the wall hadn’t been the smartest thing to do.

  The water finally dulled the pain in my hand and I turned it off. Daisy’s large eyes kept popping up in my mind as I toweled off. Cursing, I threw on jeans over my boxers and left the bathroom, tugging my shirt over my head. Daisy stilled as I sat next to her on the bed.

  “How in the fuck are you still a virgin?”

  She turned at the waist so she could see me, defensiveness flashing across her face. “It’s really not that big of a deal.”

  I held back a snort. She had no fucking idea!

  “Oh, I disagree and you would’ve too when I rammed my dick inside of you.”

  Her perfect lips parted and I wanted to taste them so damn bad.

  “Is that what was about to happen?” Her voice was breathless.

  I couldn’t help but scowl at her. “Yeah.”

  “I liked what was happening.”

  Fuck. Me.

  “That’s the problem with virgins. They always think things are more than they are.”

  I prayed she heard my warning. I couldn’t give her what she wanted. In the end she would be another notch in my bedpost and I’d move on.

  “Oh, so you have a lot of experience with them?”

  Never with a virgin, which made it odd that I was actually considering sleeping with her.

  “Daisy,” I warned.

  “Well, what were your goals?”

  I snorted. “Really? It wasn’t obvious?”

  Her tongue darted across her bottom lip. “What I mean is was it going to be a one-time thing or--”

  “I’m not sure,” I admitted.

  “I had you pegged as the type who was always three steps ahead.”

  “That’s usually accurate.”

  “But there’s something about me that you can’t resist.”

  “Something like that.”

  And I hated not being in control.

  “Do you know what you’re going to do with me tomorrow?”

  She needed to know how things were. It wouldn’t be right otherwise.

  “The single women stay together in the old conference room where they’re better protected. I was thinking about sending you to them.”

  She frowned. “Are there any other options?”

  “No.”

  Her eyes were bright as she asked, “What about staying here?”

  “Women don’t stay here, especially virgins.”

  “Well, I can’t change the fact that I’m a female, but we can definitely change the other part.”

  I grunted as my cock hardened. “Again I ask, how in the fuck are you still a virgin?”

  She was so goddamn beautiful. It was hard to believe someone hadn’t snatched her up. I know I would’ve…

  “I’d just turned twenty-one when the Z-virus began to spread and before that I was focused on my schooling. Not a big deal.”

  But it was. She had managed to keep something precious as the world fell apart. And I’d almost taken it without even knowing.

  But now we could take our time – the thought made me freeze. Why was I already thinking about her as if she were mine?

  “Okay, but how do you explain it now? My men said your camp was mostly males. Surely someone was sniffing around your skirts.”

  My gut twisted. It’s a good thing none of them had survived or else I’d be tempted to kill them.

  She shook her head and said, “This is the first time I’ve felt safe in a very long time and it has a lot to do with you. I’d like to stay with you, Sir, for as long as I’m here.”

  God. Damn.

  My mouth went dry.

  “Do you know what you’re offering, Daisy? I’m a demanding man. I take what I want when I want it.”

  She nodded and I felt lightheaded for a moment. But would she follow commands?

  “Lift your shirt so I can see your breasts.”

  She rolled over so she was completely on her back and tugged her shirt upward. I stared, mesmerized, as the cotton inched over her full breasts. Her rosy nipples hardened and I reached out, running the pad of my thumb over one of them.

  “Has anyone ever touched you here?”

  “Only you, earlier.”

  I held back a moan. “I like hearing that.”

  I was playing with
fire, but I didn’t give a shit. I’d deal with the consequences of taking her virginity tomorrow. Tonight I wanted to bury myself deep within her, making her mine. Dipping my head, I latched onto her nipple. I tugged the budding bead with my teeth before letting my tongue stroke and caress it in the same way I’d soon be kissing her mouth.

  She arched against me and shuddered at the same time. I kneaded her other breast with my free hand and she gasped. Lifting my head, I found her eyes bright with passion. I moved to her other breast, showing it the same attention. This time her fingers threaded through my hair. When I nipped her, she tugged my hair in response. Oh, did my dirty girl like that?

  She’d definitely like what was next. I continued teasing her and moved my free hand lower until I reached her shorts. My fingers met the familiar feel of elastic and I raised my head, looking down to find her wearing my boxers.

  “Are those mine?”

  Her face flushed. “Yes, Sir.”

  Fuck.

  I grunted and slipped my hand beneath the band. “I’ll allow it this time.”

  She stilled as I traced a path from her hipbone downward, trying to ignore how thin she was. Now that she was with me she wouldn’t have to worry about finding food. When I touched her core she exhaled. Loudly. The most goddamn beautiful sound I’d ever heard.

  Our eyes locked and I latched onto her breast again. My fingers mimicked what my mouth was doing and she moved beneath me, begging for more. Her pelvis rocked against my hand over and over as I gave her what she wanted. She stilled, her thighs holding my hand prisoner as she came.

  A series of incoherent words left her lips and her pussy clenched around my fingers. I never stopped my assault, though, wanting another orgasm from her.

  “Did you like that, Daisy?”

  She nodded, looking dazed.

  “Good. Because I’m about to fuck your sweet little cunt with my mouth.”

  I tugged the boxers down her legs and tossed them to the side. I’d never look at them the same way again. She watched me with lust-filled eyes that begged for more. And fuck if I didn’t want more as well. This wasn’t a part of my plan, but I didn’t care. I moved lower on the mattress and pulled one of her legs over my shoulder.

  I pushed the other leg so she was spread open for my pleasure. She didn’t try to shield herself and I fucking loved it.

  “Your juices are making your cunt glisten, begging me to try some. Shall I have a taste, Daisy?”

  Her arousal filled the air with a musky scent that was driving me crazy.

  She was breathless as she begged, “Yes, Sir. Oh… please.”

  I raised her ass from the mattress, inhaling. She jumped when my beard rubbed her inner thigh. As I breathed against her opening she stilled. I waited a moment before I lapped up her juices, swirling my tongue around until she was thrusting against my face. Holy fuck. I’d have bruises in the morning, but I’d wear them proudly.

  “Oh God,” she moaned.

  I sucked on her clit and tugged on the bud with my teeth. The sound that left her lips was matched with a sound of my own.

  Her short breaths filled the room. I pulled back and she looked at me, confused.

  “I can tell you’re close to coming.”

  She nodded and I stood. The next time she came I would be deep inside of her. Smiling, I removed my shirt and jeans, dropping them in a pile on the floor.

  “Take your shirt off.”

  The material was bunched above her breasts, damp with sweat. She looked hot as hell, but I wanted her totally naked. She arched her back and pulled it over her head, tossing it aside. My cock was so damn hard that it ached.

  I pulled off my boxers and Daisy stilled, staring right at my dick.

  I stroked myself. “So, this is what you want?”

  This was her last chance to back out.

  “Yes, Sir.”

  My chest tightened. “And you’re willing to give me your virginity?”

  “Yes.”

  I settled over her, nudging her legs apart with my knee.

  “I won’t promise you a happily ever after.”

  She reached up, caressing my cheek. “I know.”

  I stared at her, mesmerized. “Kiss me.”

  She raised her head and pressed her lips against mine. When her tongue slipped into my mouth I stilled. She explored timidly before becoming bolder. Her kiss was untamed, innocent, and sweet. I groaned and she smiled against my lips. Oh, so she liked tormenting me? I let her set the pace a moment longer before taking over, showing her how much her kiss had affected me.

  She quickly became breathless, begging for more. My hands were everywhere. I needed to touch her- to keep her in the moment with me. She cried out my name when I moved my hand between our bodies. Her pussy was drenched. I broke the kiss and watched her. She was fucking beautiful. But there would be no easy way to take her virginity.

  I entered her fully in a quick thrust. She gasped and blinked back tears. I stilled, giving her time to get used to me. I’d been told my dick was a lot to handle. She wiggled beneath me and I kissed her.

  I lifted her leg and wrapped it around my waist. She gasped and arched into me. Holy shit. I growled in approval. Her gaze met mine and I saw fire in those blue depths. And it was the most fucking sexy thing I’d ever seen.

  I set the pace, guiding her movements with my palm on her hip. We found our rhythm until we were both panting. Sweat made our bodies slick and she licked my neck. I nipped her earlobe and she flexed her inner pelvic muscles. Goddamn. My thrusts became frantic as my stomach tightened. My balls throbbed as I came.

  She held onto me until I was done riding her. I looked down at her and suddenly felt like a fucking tool. Had I been too rough? Was she okay? My throat went dry and I pulled out of her. My dick ached at the loss of her warm pussy.

  Clenching my fist I went to the bathroom and grabbed a washcloth. I turned the faucet on and waited for the water to warm. The man staring back in the mirror was satisfied– but what about Daisy? And how would she feel about me in the morning? I’d promised no harm would come to her, and yet I’d fucked her like a caveman.

  Cursing, I threw the washcloth under the water until it was wet.

  Strolling back into the room I found her in the same spot staring at me with eyes that were guarded. I searched her face, but found no more clues as to how she felt. So I did the first thing that came to mind.

  I tossed the washcloth at her and said, “Clean yourself up and then we can go to sleep.”

  Her mouth dropped open and I felt like the world’s biggest asshole. She took the cloth and wiped between her legs, trying to be discreet. She then gasped as she swung her legs over the side of the bed and stood. I expected her to say something or maybe even cry, but she did neither of those things. Instead she went to the bathroom, closing the door.

  The water in the sink turned on and I wondered if she was using the sound to cover her tears. My stomach felt heavy and I wanted to smash something. This was the fucking reason why I didn’t fuck virgins! She was upset and I had no fucking idea how to console her. And I shouldn’t have to, for Christ’s sake! No. This wasn’t my fault. She knew what she was getting into when she agreed to fuck me.

  I glared at the bed sheets where her virginal blood and our juices had made a wet spot. Grumbling, I grabbed a clean towel from my dresser and spread it over the spot before climbing into the bed. My head throbbed with stress. I was getting too fucking old to deal with this kind of shit.

  The door opened and Daisy came out. She went to the other side of the bed and slipped under the covers next to me.

  I glanced over my shoulder. “You can change the sheets tomorrow. Good night.”

  I felt her glaring daggers at me. Good. She needed to hate me. It would make thing easier in the long run. She rolled over so her back was against mine and her cold foot rubbed against my leg for warmth. I was just dozing off when she kicked the shit out of me. Little hellion.

  Now

 
Daisy glanced at the map in her lap. “We’re getting close to the Turner Falls area.”

  “I was just thinking the same thing. I can’t believe how different it looks.”

  Before the outbreak, Turner Falls was a popular camping and hiking area right off a major highway. The main attraction was, of course, the waterfalls. The area was welcoming for families. But not anymore. The trees and grass had taken over, growing right across the highway. And the one road that was left didn’t look safe.

  “You said that house a few miles back had smoke in the chimney?”

  Daisy nodded.

  “Then we’re going to turn around. I don’t like this. It feels like a trap.”

  She frowned. “But if we turn around we’re going to lose so much time. And where will we go from there? This is the most direct way through the area.”

  She was right.

  I sighed. “I know, but I’m not at one-hundred percent yet. If we get attacked…”

  “If we get attacked then we’ll fight them off. Or drive through them. Come on, Elijah. We can do this.”

  I hated that she seemed fearless while I was shitting my pants. Inhaling, I nodded.

  “Fine. We’ll drive through. Get the guns ready.”

  8

  Then

  I tossed and turned all night. And it was because of that damn woman. I’d gone back and forth between a hard-on and feeling like scum until I couldn’t take it anymore. When the first hints of dawn creeped through the window I slipped from the bed and took a cold shower.

  I left the room without waking her. I had business to take care of and some pent-up anger to burn off. There were a few men mulling around and they greeted me with nods of their head, murmuring “Boss.”

  I’m not sure how the “boss” thing came about, really. One day they just all started doing it and it stuck. It felt strange at first, especially when men older than me would kneel and say it. But now it was strange if they didn’t address me by it.