Easy (10 page)

Daisy kept walking and didn’t look back. She sighed to herself again. Jimmy Turnbull was a scorching hot mess. He wanted her- that tent in his pants made it more than obvious- but he’d turned her down anyway. Between the bomb and Brenda, he may never get right, she admitted to herself. She couldn’t really think of a way to help him no matter how much Sarah wanted her to.

She dropped off her sketchbook at the Rainbow and trudged down the road to Maria’s, vowing not to think about it anymore tonight. One look at Milo’s face as he sat at the bar told her she wasn’t the only one with problems.

“What’s wrong, old man?” she asked, filling up his glass.

He sighed. “The interweb.”

Daisy laughed and wiped down the counter in front of him. “Free porn isn’t free, Milo. You ought to know better.”

He shook his head. “Had three women,” he told her. “Three hens in my hen house. I was cock of the walk,” he said, squaring his shoulders. Then his face darkened. “But they all
friended
each other online. And now they know about each other. Turns out that’s why they were ducking my calls.”

Daisy tossed the towel onto the bar. “That’s your problem? Seriously? That you were three-timing a bunch of women and got busted?” Daisy rolled her eyes at him. “Unbelievable.”

“I’ll one-time you,” offered a scruffy looking guy Daisy had never seen before.

She rolled her eyes at him. “No thanks,” she replied.

“What time do you get off... so you can get off?” he asked, waggling his eyebrows at her.

“I’ve never heard that one before,” she said dryly. “Why don’t you-”

As she spoke, the door opened and Hawk strode in. Daisy felt her cheeks flush as she remembered him pressing Tildy into the living room wall. The guy she wanted to go full-on cave man on
her
entered the bar right behind him. Maintaining his position as the King of Mixed Signals, he gave her a slight smile as he passed by the bar.

Daisy wasn’t sure if she wanted to smack him or fuck him
, probably both but one more than the other.

“Why don’t I what?” the barfly asked, giving her a smile that wasn’t nearly as sexy as the one she’d just gotten.

“Shut up and order another drink,” she told him and stacked a tray with the shots and beers she knew Hawk and Jimmy would want.

She took off toward their table and rested her hip against the edge as she set down the drinks. Easy’s hand brushed hers as he took the shot from her. It was obviously deliberate, and if she doubted it, the look he was giving her confirmed it.

“Thanks,” he drawled.

Daisy looked away and set Hawk’s beer down in front of him. “Where’s Tildy?” she asked.

“Sleeping,” he told her with a smirk.

Daisy ducked her head and laughed. “I bet.”

“What time do you get off?” Easy asked her.

So I can get off?
she thought, but didn’t say.

“Early,” she replied. “Which is good, ‘cause I have plans.” She picked up the tray and walked away. Truthfully, the only plans she had involved a shower and a semi-comfortable bed, but he didn’t need to know that. Only one of them was nicknamed ‘Easy’.

At the bar, the fly reached out and took hold of her arm. “You never gave me the drink I ordered,” he told her. The way his eyes glittered told her he was one drink away from failing a sobriety test. She sighed and figured it was way too early to start arguing with drunks.

“Last one,” she told him as she filled a glass from the tap. It was light beer, but he wouldn’t notice.

“Much obliged,” he replied and tipped the glass, a little too hard because the foam went everywhere.

Daisy cleaned up the mess and hit the other tables. There were some Badlands Buzzards, the local MC she guessed, getting rowdy at the pool tables, but she brushed away wandering hands and ducked intense gazes as she served them. When she got back to Easy and Hawk’s table, she briefly considered swatting
his
wandering hand when it touched her leg above the knee.

It was under the table where no one could see unless they were looking. Daisy got distracted by the memory of those hands and forgot to tell him to stop. She hustled back to the bar, just wishing it was already time to leave. She had twenty minutes left to go, though.

She tossed the empties and grabbed a rag.

“One more,” said the fly.

Daisy shook her head. “Nope. You’re done.”

He grinned at her. “Just one,” he countered.

“You already have to call a cab,” she told him. “Or walk. You had your last one.”

He grabbed her wrist and held it tightly. “I’m paying; I’m drinking,” he said.

Daisy tried to step back, but she had no leverage. She glanced across the bar at Easy’s table. He was looking her way, his face growing darker by the second.

She pulled on her arm and tried to wiggle free.

“Hey now,” said Milo, but he was twice as old as the fly. Milo also weighed more, but his pounds were in all the wrong places.

“Let go,” Daisy demanded.

“Not ‘til I get what I want,” he said, and Daisy wasn’t sure he meant another beer.

She looked back across the bar to see
that Easy had risen from his chair and was headed their way. She sighed in relief. “Now listen,” she said loudly. “You see that guy over there? The one who looks pissed as hell? Yeah, he’s coming over here and if you don’t let go and leave...”

Her words trailed off as Easy reached them... and walked right past. She watched in disbelief as he strode toward the opposite side of the bar. “Get your hands off her!” he shouted and Daisy’s face felt flushed and prickly as she, and everyone else, turned to look.

Brenda had apparently shrunk a black mini skirt in the laundry that day until it was the size of the thong Daisy had on, the thong she’d just bought with the hope that someone might see it, the same someone who was now coming to another woman’s rescue.

The fly let go, thankfully, but only because he was more interested in the argument at the jukebox than Daisy.

“What’s your problem?” asked a long-haired biker as he had one arm wrapped around Brenda’s waist.

Easy gave him a shove. The guy might’ve retaliated, but Hawk appeared directly behind Easy
, and suddenly it wasn’t such a good idea to continue arguing.

Easy grabbed Brenda’s arm and pulled her to him. He bent his head and said something to her
, but between the music and the crowd Daisy couldn’t hear it. He turned and led her toward the door.

Daisy scoffed in disbelief and pushed off the bar. Turning, she stalked past Hawk
, who’d convinced the biker to have a seat. She made her way to Maria while already untying her apron.

“Can I go now?” she asked.

Maria didn’t look at her but nodded. She was too busy keeping an eye on the potential problem by the jukebox. Daisy hung her apron on the hook in the office and clocked out. She couldn’t win for losing, it seemed, and slunk toward the door.

She was resolved to go home and cry in her non-existent beer, but when she stepped outside she spotted Easy and Brenda just a few feet from the door
, and suddenly she didn’t feel like crying anymore.

She turned away from the Rainbow and toward the arguing couple. Easy had let go of Brenda at this point, but instead of leaving, she was up in his face, tottering on four inch heels.

“You can’t tell me what to do!” Brenda cried. “You can’t do a god damn thing.”

Daisy came up behind her and planted her feet on the loose gravel. “He can’t, but I can.”

Brenda turned, and Daisy waited until her nose was in full view before she swung. Her fist connected squarely with the other woman’s face. Brenda stumbled back into Easy, who caught her.

“Jesus, Daisy!” he shouted over Brenda’s howls.

Daisy ignored him and glared down at the woman. “You oughta stop running your mouth,” she told Brenda. “It’s caused enough problems. If you need me to duct tape it shut for you, I can do that.”

“What the hell?” said Easy, trying and failing to put Brenda back on her feet.

Daisy was about to tell him that Brenda wasn’t worth the effort when she heard a pair of boots behind her.

“Daisy Mae Cutter,” came
Adam’s voice, as rough as the gravel he was standing on. He looked at Brenda, amusement playing on his lips, and back to Daisy. “You are a bundle of dynamite in one tight, little package.”

Daisy grinned at him and shrugged. At least someone appreciated her efforts.

“You done for the night?” he asked her, noting her missing apron.

“Yeah. Just had a little business to take care of now that I’m off shift,” she replied.

Adam smiled again. “Need a ride?”

She sighed and smiled back at him. “I sure do. Bye,” she told the other two and then followed
Adam to his bike a few spaces away.

Easy was still tending to the wounded Brenda. Daisy tried to pretend that it didn’t irritate her. He shouldn’t care so much about that bitch. She swung her leg over
Adam’s bike, settled her feet onto the pegs, and willed herself not to look back as he pulled onto the road. Easy had been flirting with her all night then Brenda waltzed in and it was like she didn’t exist anymore. For a guy who said he was over her, he sure didn’t act like it. Daisy refused to wonder what was so wrong with herself that he preferred a woman who’d insulted him so horribly over her.

Daisy stepped out of her clothes and into the shower, which was lukewarm on its best day. But it was hot out, so she didn’t mind. She washed the stink of beer and fries out of her hair and was determined not to think about asshole Army Rangers or bitchy bar bunnies for the rest of the night. She’d dry her hair and crawl into bed and that would be the end of that. She hadn’t even finished the hair drying part when someone pounded on her room door, startling her.

She slung the towel over her shoulder and checked the peephole. It seemed the rest of the night was shot as well, at least as far as forgetting about assholes was concerned.

She unlocked the door and opened it. Easy swept into the room like he was the one paying for the place.

“What the hell was that?” he demanded.

She shrugged, not feeling conversational.

“Running her mouth? What did you mean by that?”

Daisy sensed she was on dangerous ground here. Easy had a lot of pride and it wasn’t smart to stomp all over it by admitting that she knew the real reason he’d broken up with Brenda. She threw the damp towel onto the bed and crossed her arms in front of her. “Well in case you forgot, she called me a slut in front of the whole damn bar. And she took a swing at me first! I don’t know who she thought she was coming back to Maria’s after all that, but I’m not about to let that shit stand.”

He seemed to consider this at length, and if he doubted her, he didn’t say anything. Instead he moved toward her and took hold of her hand. He turned it over in his, inspecting her knuckles. Angry that he only cared about her now, as an afterthought, she jerked it back. “I know how to throw a punch, Turnbull. Been doing it all my life.”

“You’re right,” he told her. “She shouldn’t have come to the bar.”

Daisy glared at him. “And maybe if you weren’t gawking all over her, exactly like she wanted, she would’ve just left.”

His gaze darkened. “That guy she was messing with is bad news, a one-percenter. She was in for a whole lot of trouble with someone like him.”

Daisy let out an exasperated breath. “Oh, so you just had to be the one to save her. Good thinking. Maybe she’ll give you a Thank You blowjob once she can breathe through her nose again!”

“It wasn’t like that! She was going to get hurt. I couldn’t let that happen.”

Daisy turned away and, for lack of anything better to do, pushed a sketch around on the table next to her. “No, but you’ll let
me
get hurt,” she said quietly.

There was a long silence between them before he said, “You don’t need my help. You can take care of yourself just fine.”

Daisy scratched the surface of the table with her thumbnail. Of course she could take care of herself. That wasn’t the point. The point was to have someone who cared enough about you to fight for you. She’d taken Brenda down a few pegs for insulting Easy, that’s what you were supposed to do. She sighed to herself. He didn’t know that’s why she’d done it and she could never tell him.

“You’re right,” she told him and turned to face him. “What happened between me and your girlfriend is our business, not yours. Long as she stays the fuck away from me, I’m over it now. But I work there, that’s my
job,
so keep her out.”

“She’s not my girlfriend.”

“Bullshit. You showed up here to bitch at me about it, about
her
. She’s yours and that also means she’s your problem.”

“That’s not why I’m here and you know it.”

For one crazy moment, Daisy thought he was going to confess to her the truth about Brenda. She imagined him telling her everything, about why he hadn’t been with a woman in so long and how badly it must have hurt him to hear her say those things about him.

“So, why are you here?” she asked, challenging him.

But instead of talking, he caught her in his grasp again, taking her wrist in his hand and pulling her forward. His mouth slanted over hers. She briefly considered making him stop, forcing him to confide in her instead, but instinctively she knew he wouldn’t. If she pushed him, he’d just walk away from her, maybe to Brenda, who had clearly realized her mistake in letting him get away.

She opened her mouth and pushed her tongue inside his. He tasted like that shot of whiskey that he always had with his beer, warm and dark. She felt his hand press at the small of her back, keeping him close. His other hand grazed the front of her shirt, his calloused hands moving roughly over the fabric. He moved it lower, catching the waistband of her panties with a finger and diving inside.

As he pushed between her thighs, he pulled away from her and dragged his mouth to her ear. “Did Adam give you one ride or two?” he asked. Not waiting for a response, he dipped a finger inside her. “Just the one then,” he determined as he explored her not-yet-wet pussy.

Her body felt heavy, like she was drunk or high. He was good at this, that couldn’t be denied, but he already had too much power over her. Every time he snapped his fingers -or did something else with them- she obeyed his every command. And then he just walked away. She grabbed his wrist and pulled his hand out of her underwear. He was surprised but didn’t argue.

“You’re going to give me one,” she informed him.

He cocked his head and looked down at her. “I am?”

She hooked the leg of the chair nearest to him with her foot and pulled it forward. She grabbed a handful of his shirt and shoved him backwards. “Sit,” she demanded and felt a thrill of victory when he complied. Daisy stood in front of him and nudged his knees apart. She grasped the hem of her t-shirt and pulled it over her head. Her damp hair fell across her shoulders and her nipples puckered and tightened when exposed to the cool air of the room.

Easy reached for her and ran his thumbs over her hardened nubs. His hands were rough but they’d never bothered her. That was what a real man should feel like, she thought, rough and hard but not use any of that to hurt their woman. “Nice panties,” he told her, gazing at them appreciatively.

“They’re new,” she said with a smirk and hooked her thumbs into them.

Easy watched her wiggle her ass and tug them down slowly. Daisy enjoyed the idea that she was making him desperate for once, instead of the other way around. She pushed the black thong aside with a toe and stood in front of him without a stitch on.

“Ready for a pole dance?” she asked, eyeing the tent in his pants.

He unbuckled his belt and unzipped his fly, releasing his thick erection. It sat heavy in his lap as he pulled a condom out of his front pocket. Daisy watched him roll it on and was slightly dismayed to discover that she was just as eager for this as she wanted
him
to be. The heaviness in her breasts and lower belly told her that in just a few seconds, she was going to be beyond caring that she’d lost yet another round.

She spread her legs and slowly lowered herself over him. The tip of his cock hit her clit, making her gasp, then found its way toward her center. The condom was lubricated enough to get him inside, the familiar stretch and burn was heightened by the fact that she wasn’t quite ready for him yet. She slid down anyway, enjoying the sensation of being filled up. His hands were on his thighs and he cupped her ass as she seated herself in his lap.

“Oh, God, girl,” he half-groaned.

She squeezed her pussy in response. “Daisy,” she told him.

“Daisy,” he whispered and closed his eyes.

She planted the bare soles of her feet on the carpet and pushed herself up. The hard length of him dragging against the walls of her pussy. When she got to the head, she sat back down, just as slowly. With her hands on his shoulders, she arched her back and he took the hint immediately. He drew a nipple into his mouth and slid his tongue over it. Daisy ran her hands over his short hair, her fingernails grazing his scalp lightly. She silently lamented he didn’t have more to hold on to as she pushed his head closer. His hot mouth sealed over her breast and he bit her gently.

Daisy rocked her hips into him, fucking him harder, driving her nipple further into his mouth and his cock all the way into her pussy. It felt like he was all over her, covering her. His fingers dug into her ass as he pulled her closer. It was a delicious kind of pain, and she moaned encouragingly.

She felt that wave of euphoria starting to rise, her orgasm just out of reach. Easy must have sensed it too, because he dragged his mouth away from her breast. “Fucking come, Daisy,” he rasped. “Tighten up that hot, little pussy for me.”

Daisy’s wetness had puddled around them, mixing with their sweat and slicking their thighs. Effortlessly she rose up, feeling that empty ache as he left her channel, and plunged back down again, giving them both what they needed. The wave finally overtook her and she lifted her feet to feel all of him inside her at that moment. The ache in her pussy subsided as came, around him and on him, flooding them both with more of her juices. She squeezed over and over, milking him thoroughly after she felt the first jerk of his cock inside her.

She rested her head on his shoulder, gasping for breath. Easy wrapped his arms around her and pulled her close, cock still inside her, throbbing occasionally. When she felt her legs would hold her, she stood up and moved away from him. Her clothes were strewn about the room and she set about getting herself dressed again as he disposed of the condom.

As she pulled her shirt back down over her head, there was a sharp knock at the door. Easy was buckling his belt as he strode toward the door. “Jesus Christ,” he muttered and glanced at Daisy who was stepping back into her panties. “How many people go through here every day?” he asked, grasping the knob.

“That’s exactly what I want to know.”

Daisy looked up to see the old hag who ran the place standing in the doorway. She scowled right back at the woman and snatched a pair of shorts off the bed.

“What do you want?” Daisy snapped, though she knew very well why the woman was here.

“Got a lot of men traipsing through here,” the old woman replied.

Easy shot Daisy a look and Daisy glared at him. “Just you and
Adam,” she assured him. “Adam didn’t even come in tonight,” she told the old woman, “and you damn well know it.”

The old lady jerked her head at Easy. “Where’s my cut for this one?”

Before Daisy could respond, Easy laughed sharply. “Woman, do I look like I pay for pussy?”

She smirked at him. “Maybe you’re a freak.”

“Maybe
you’re
a freak!” Daisy shot back. “How long were you standing outside that door?! Ew.”

“I’m not giving you shit,” Easy told the woman. “She’s my girlfriend.”

It was hard to tell who was more shocked by this declaration, the hag or Daisy, but Daisy felt certain they both looked a bit stunned.

“Keep giving her shit,” he said, “and my friend Caleb can come over. You might remember Caleb. About this high,” he said, raising his hand. “Dark hair,
shiny badge.
”

The woman turned and huffed off down the sidewalk. Easy jerked the door the rest of the way open.

“Bitch,” Daisy mumbled.

“She tried that shit with Sarah, too.” He adjusted his clothes and ran and hand through his hair. “Anyway, she won’t bother you now. Long as you don’t have anyone else in your room.”

Daisy’s breath caught a little. Was he telling her they were exclusive? Did he really mean it when he said-?

“If
Adam keeps showing up, she’s not gonna buy that girlfriend line.”

Daisy felt her hopes deflate but was determined not to let it show. “Yeah. Thanks,” she said.

He nodded to her and left the room, shutting the door behind him. Daisy kicked the chair they’d just fucked in and it toppled over onto the floor. “Idiot,” she muttered.