"I was just uncertain on what to believe," she explained. “Here I was, taking my clothes off for gym and Piper starts saying she’s pregnant with your baby.”
"Are you always going to think the worst about me?" I exhaled, laying my head down on the counter between my arms before raising it back up promptly. "Wait, what did you just say you were doing when Piper approached you?"
Theo squirmed in her arms. "Changing my clothes?" She asked, looking unsure of what exactly I was asking.
"You said you were taking your clothes off," I corrected her, sliding off the stool and moving towards her.
I was inches away from reaching her when her phone started ringing and she grabbed it out of her pocket. "Shit, I gotta go," she informed me, sitting Theo back down on the floor, resulting in a whine grumbling from him.
"Nu uh," I muttered, taking the few steps and wrapping my arms around her waist. "You're not going anywhere," My lips brushed her neck softly as I ran my arms over her stomach stopping just under her chest, tracing the edges of her bra.
She stopped me, holding me back by the shoulders. "I have to babysit Sophia, remember?"
I groaned, kicking my feet against the floor. "Just great. A guy finds out he's not having a baby by a woman he despises then has to go babysit five minutes later. Fuck my life."
"You love Sophia, plus you promised dinner,” she reminded me, leading me out the front door.
"If the little monster tries to make me wear a tutu again at one of her tea parties again, I'm leaving." I muttered behind her.
"Yeah right, she has you wrapped around her tiny finger,” she laughed, whirling her finger around and cutting through my yard.
I WAS an idiot. I cursed myself for what I was about to do. "We can't do this." The words struggled to make their way out of my throat. Pressing my hands into the curve of her hips, I stopped her. "If Sophia comes in here, she'll start acting like her Barbies are us in a very compromising situation."
Daisy giggled, ignoring my protest and swinging her legs over to straddle my lap. "Lucky for us, Sophia is a heavy sleeper," she whispered, leaning forward and kissing me behind my ear. Dropping my head back against her headboard, I groaned at the friction of her body grinding slowly against my wakening cock. My hands crept forward, sliding them down her back before inching under the hem of her shirt. Her skin felt like silk under my fingertips. Her teeth sunk into her bottom lip when I flipped open the clasp at the front of her bra. She moved into me harder as I skimmed the soft curve of her boobs then inched my way back down her silky skin.
"Why do you love to torture me," she rasped, trying to grab my hands to put them where she wanted but I wasn't allowing it. In spite, she grinded against me again, this time rotating her hips.
"No baby," I answered, groaning again at her grinding. "I'm pretty sure you're the one doing the torture here." My finger curved around the edge of her shirt, pulling it up over her stomach. Daisy's hands immediately flew up, allowing me to pull it over her head and toss it on the floor. Now, the only thing blocking me from having my mouth on her delicious nipples was a lacey, red bra hanging loosely down her shoulders, one side giving me a fascinating peek of what I wanted.
"Uh yea, this shit has got to go," I grumbled, dragging the thin straps down her arms and throwing it on the floor to join her shirt. Leaning forward, my tongue swiped down the middle of her cleavage, feeling her body lightly shudder against it. Shit, my girl might be embarrassed about talking about sex but she sure as hell had no problem enjoying it. She fucking loved it.
"Your skin is so soft," I muttered, moving my tongue from her cleavage over one nipple while my palm worked the other one.
Her body continued bucking against mine, moving her hips over and over. I couldn't remember the last time I had dry sex with someone. I was usually a 'get their panties off and get to it' kinda guy. Clasping my hands around her hips, I didn't stop her this time, only flipped us over so I hovered over her on my elbows. She fell against the mattress, one hand draped across her breasts with the other one covering her stomach.
I paused, cocking my head to the side in confusion. My mouth and hands had been everywhere on her body but now she was trying to hide? "Baby, what's the deal?"
"I know what I'm not your usual type," she answered, looking at the ceiling instead of me.