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My breath catches. They’re hers. From that first night.
The memories hit me like a freight train—her body under mine, the way she moaned my name, how her nails raked down my back.
My cock stirs, hardening almost painfully as I stare at the scrap of fabric.
“Fuck,” I mutter, running a hand through my hair.
I’m moving before I realize it, my pants unzipped, shoved down to my thighs. My hand wraps around my shaft, and the first stroke is almost too much.
Images flood my mind—Daisy, naked, writhing, her lips parted in a breathless gasp.
It’s not just her, though. Mason’s there, too, his hands on her hips, his mouth on her neck.
And Kieran, leaning over her, whispering things I can’t hear but somehow know are filthy. The thought shouldn’t turn me on, but it does.
I fist myself harder, the friction almost brutal, and my breathing turns ragged. “Daisy,” I groan, her name slipping out like a curse.
My release hits me like a wave, violent and consuming.
I slump against the chair, my forehead resting on my arm. My heart’s racing, my body still trembling with the aftershocks.
The shower’s scalding, washing away the evidence of my weakness, but not the thoughts. They cling, stubborn and unrelenting. By the time I’m back in my bedroom, the exhaustion’s a physical thing.
My phone buzzes on the nightstand. I pick it up and see a new group chat notification.
“Daisy’s Baby Daddies,” it says.
I blink, then open it. Kieran’s created the chat and added me, Mason, and Daisy. The first message is from him:
>> Ground rules. No one’s allowed to scare the shit out of her. That’s my job.
Mason responds.
>> We’re off to a great start.
Then Daisy.
>> I hate you all.
I snort, the ridiculousness of it all hitting me like a punchline to some cosmic joke.
As I lie back on the bed, the phone still in my hand, my eyes drift closed. My last thought before sleep claims me is of her—Daisy, her smile, her laugh, her goddamn lavender panties.
My Daisy.
No. Not mine.
Ours.
Our Daisy.
And just like that, I’m gone.
CHAPTER TWENTY-TWO
Daisy
The morning lightfilters through the blinds, warm and soft, and the first thing I register is Kieran’s arm wrapped tightly around me.
