Page 29 of Pay the Price

“Maybe,” he said. “I like looking at you.”

“I like looking at you too,” I said, because it was true, and being around Otis, who always told the truth, made me want to tell the truth too.

He reached out to tuck a piece of hair behind my ear. “Did you know this would be a bad idea when you invited me to lie down?”

His voice was low and heavy with promise.

“No,” I said. And then, “Yes.”

He slid his hand into my hair and I closed my eyes, surprised that something so simple could be so erotic. But I guess that’s what happens when you’re forced into celibacy after the best and only sex of your life.

“I’ll keep my hands to myself if you want me to,” he said. I kept my eyes closed, pressed my thighs together, trying to get mywet pussy to stand down while Otis stroked my cheek with his calloused thumb. “Do you want me to?”

The correct answer was yes. That was the answer that would prove my loyalty to Blake, the answer that would keep me from falling back under the spell of the three men who’d killed him.

But I was lonely. Lonely and tired of being alone.

I’d been alone for five long years while the Beasts had been in prison. I’d been alone in wondering if they’d really done it, if they’d really killed Blake, and I’d been alone in my determination to find out.

I’d been alone at the dam and alone ever since, feeling crazy and stupid for believing the Beasts might not have killed Blake and feeling crazy and stupid for wanting them even after I knew that they had.

The truth was, I didn’t want to be alone. Not tonight.

So I answered Otis’ question with another truth. “No. I want you to keep doing what you’re doing.”

His exhaled breath was a soft wind on my face, like he’d been holding it, waiting for my answer.

Then he moved closer and pulled me into his arms.

I sighed as he pressed himself against me, holding me tight and close. It was such a relief: to be held, to feel the solidity of his muscled body, his strong arms around me.

He held me like that for so long I thought that might be it. That maybe he was just going to hold me, that maybe I’d been imagining the crackle of sexual tension still between us as he’d watched from the chair night after night.

Then he pulled away enough to look down at me and I saw the lust flare like amber fire in his eyes. “I’m going to fuck you now, Daisy.”

He shifted and I felt the press of his cock, long and hard against my stomach, and I knew I was weak and it was wrong, but I wanted him so much. What was a girl to do?

“Okay.”

He tipped my head and leaned over me, then touched his lips to mine. I’d forgotten how soft his lips were, how kissing him felt like sinking into a down pillow.

I sighed into his mouth, letting my tongue slide against his as one of his hands trailed down my neck and over my tits.

He slid his hand under my tank top and the heat of his skin against my skin was almost enough to send me over the edge. Before I’d lost my virginity to Wolf, I hadn’t understood why everyone made such a big deal out of sex. Then I’d had two short weeks of nonstop fucking with Wolf — plus that super hot blow-job lesson with him and Otis the day Wolf found me snooping in his room — and now I was like an addict who’d gone too long without a fix.

I moaned as Otis rolled one of my nipples between his fingers, his kiss growing more intense in direct correlation to how much harder his dick was becoming against my stomach.

He broke our kiss and nipped at my bottom lip, then trailed kisses across my jaw and down my neck, all the while murmuring my name like a prayer.

“Daisy, Daisy, Daisy… My perfect doll.”

I wasn’t perfect and I wasn’t a doll. I was just a fucked-up girl whose principles apparently went right out the window when some hot dick was on offer.

But it was more than that too. This wasn’t just some guy, some hookup.

This was Otis. I wanted him, yes, but that was the thing: I wantedhim.

Him and Wolf… and maybe even Jace too.

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