Know Her, Love Her: Daisy & Belmont, Book ONE (9 page)

Belmont sighs deeply and presses his forehead against mine. “So how are you liking Chicago?”
 

We laugh. I look out the window, and he moves my hair to nibble on my neck.

“It’s lovely.” My voice trembles. That tickles.
 

My gaze falls on the brownstone row houses. I’ve always adored their bulging, oblong windows and the way the steps make you feel as though you’re approaching a king’s throne.

Belmont’s gaze follows mine. “You like this neighborhood.”

I recognize his tone. “You want to buy me a brownstone now?”

“Whatever you want, baby.” He thrusts into me carefully.
 

“I know.” My eyes let go of the way leaves dangle over the street like ruffled feathers. I slip my tongue into his mouth, and he prods me deeper, filling me to the rim.
 

He moans then halts. “Take that off.” His eyes point at my oversized shirt.

I lift it over my head. I feel his hot, wet mouth on my lace bra before I can toss the T-shirt on top of the rose petals.

He tugs on my bra. “Free those.”

I reach behind me and unclip it, exposing my breasts. His tongue and teeth work in unison to stimulate my nipples as he rapidly shifts my hips. I bite on my bottom lip to keep from screaming. His dick and mouth, they know what the hell they’re doing. He’s riding me to orgasm.
 

“I’m going to come, baby,” Belmont grunts.

“So am I…” I grasp him tighter as he keeps doing what he’s doing. I want to join him in muttering a string of profanities.
 

“You first…” he says.

I move a little to the right and concentrate on the sensation that wants to explode and send waves through my pussy. I’m making sounds that haven’t come out of me in a long time.
 

“That’s it, baby…” Belmont says.

I toss my head back and shriek when my orgasm detonates. Belmont joins me. Our muscles constrict, and our limbs spasm. We hold on for dear life until the sensations subside.
 

“Love you,” he whispers warmly in my ear and kisses it.

“I love you too.”

The car stops at a light, and I climb off Belmont’s lap. Once I’m seated, he slips his hand between my legs and rubs my soaked slit. I rest my head on his shoulder and gaze at the pinnacle of a skyscraper that rises beyond the triangular gable of a rustic Dutch-style building. I’ve noticed Chicago, like Manhattan, fuses vestiges of its Eastern European roots with modern architecture, keeping alive the spirit of the past.
 

“I spoke to Maya.” I moan when his fingers find what they were looking for.
 

He grunts disparagingly.
 

I thrust my head back. “It’s not as bad as you think.”

“I still can’t believe you’re friends with her again.”

“I forgave her,” I barely say.

Belmont jabs his fingers deeper inside my slippery pussy. I tense up because I wasn’t expecting that.
 

“I’m lucky you’re so forgiving,” he says.

Moans escape me. I couldn’t stop them even if I wanted to. He’s rousing spots inside me that he has studied and committed to memory.
 

“She didn’t convince you that we were better off apart did she?” he asks.

“No…” I say, screwing his fingers.

“Your pussy is the eighth wonder of the world.”
 

“That’s what you always say…”

His chuckle is sensual. “Are you going to forgive me for leaving?”
 

I squeeze my eyes to bear the sensation spasming through my pussy. Suddenly Belmont is on his knees, and my legs are draped over his shoulders. His tongue prods me, and he sucks me softly. I whimper like a puppy.

“After you come, I’m going to fuck you like there’s no tomorrow,” he says.
 

His tongue rounds my clit. Belmont is impatient. He’s getting right to the point. The way he’s groaning… His fingers dig into my hips… Faster… Faster… He makes me scream. He tugs me off the seat and sets me on all fours on the soft rug. His dick breaks through my slippery sugar cave from behind. Belmont says shit over and over as he pounds into me. He moans as he ejaculates.

“Slayed too soon,” he says with a laugh.

Although his dick has gone soft, he’s still trying to prod me. After realizing he’s not going to rise for a while, he lays me down and sucks and bites my nipples. One morning, Angelina complained she couldn’t wear a bra because Charlie had murdered her tits. Belmont liked how sexy that sounded, and he adopted the habit of murdering mine. He keeps doing it until he’s back up and inside me. This time, he takes it nice and slow, letting our souls make love to each other. The car stops and goes, turning corners, speeding up and slowing down. We’re neglecting the sights.

“I miss this, baby,” he says in my mouth.
 

“Me too…”

“Then you forgive me?” He grunts. He’s ready to blow.

“Always,” I whisper.

He murmurs a string of indecipherable words as he pins me to the floor and lets loose. I’ve let Belmont fill me to the rim tonight. My emotions have overpowered my reason, just like they did when we first met.

I yawn. Belmont pushes a button and tells the driver to return to my place. His dick is barely hard enough for him to steep inside me. We kiss as the skyscrapers slip past us. If only I could pay attention to them. Every now and then my hazy gaze falls over some interesting detail, like domed tops, saucer-like balconies, and pointy pinnacles.
 

Belmont lies beside me, and his strong hands knead my flesh. It feels so good. Then he stimulates my clit until the car stops in front of my place. His free hand presses a button, and he tells the driver not to open the door yet. He wants me to come first, and he doesn’t rush it. I rest my hand on his shoulder. He kisses my forehead. I pant, and he works harder to get me off. Finally, orgasm pulses through my groin. I cling to Belmont until the sensation passes. He smiles, proud of himself. I flex my eyebrows to say thank you. After one last long kiss, we fix our sex-scented clothes.

“We’re ready,” he tells the driver.
 

The door opens, and the driver studies me. He must’ve heard everything. I hurry up and get inside as Belmont gives the driver his final instructions.
 

Once Belmont’s inside, he takes his jacket off me, strips me out of my shirt, and grabs two handfuls of my ass as we ride the elevator to the third floor. His mind may want to screw me, but his penis is down for the count. The doors slide open. Belmont refuses to take his mouth and hands off me as we walk to my room.

“You’re not sleeping in the master bedroom?” he asks.

“I prefer this one.”

He wrinkles his eyebrows for a moment then lowers me onto the bed. We take a break so that I can take off my leg warmers, and he takes off his pants and shirt. We slip under the covers.

Belmont draws me against him. “Don’t mind me. I’m going to paw you all night.”

“Don’t worry. I’ve had plenty of nights like that.”

He chuckles. “It’s your pheromones. They were made to turn me on.”

I think I feel him getting hard again, so I reach back to touch it. “Really? You just came.”

“It’s you, not me.”

I sigh. I’m damn sore. He’s so big and thick and firm. “I have work tomorrow, you know.”

“You still want that job?” He swirls his tongue around a sensitive spot on my back.
 

“Yes…” I sigh.

“I want you to take me back,” he says.

“Don’t you always get what you want?”

Belmont stops circling that spot. “Regarding that… Why the hell did you compare me to Hubbell Gardiner?”

I draw a blank. “I did? When?”

“You don’t remember? The last time we were together.”

I frown, trying to recall what I said. “Oh, right. I called you entitled.”

“Yes, you did.”
 

“Did that bother you?” I ask.

“It did. I’m not entitled.”

“If you say so.”

“If I say so?” He turns me onto my back and gets on top of me. “Why do you think I’m entitled? Be specific.”
 

“Well… you fly private, no matter what.”

“That’s not entitled. I’ve earned the benefit to fly the way I want. If I could only afford coach, then I’d fly coach.”

“Okay. If you want me to do things your way, then you’ll pay to make it happen.”

“You could say no.”

“I never say no.”

“You should try it. Baby…” He parts my legs and touches me to see how moist I am. When he finds me dripping wet, Belmont moans. He slips his dick inside me. “You have all the power. You’re the entitled one.”

I let my lips meet his. We let passion orchestrate our kissing and love-making. The sun is rising, and we still haven’t stopped.
 

Our cell phones chime in unison. I blink my eyes open. The room is bright. I’m wrapped in a blanket lying against Belmont, who has no covers over him as he snores in my ear. I pick up the phone nearest me.
 

“Hey,” I say, expecting it to be Dexter.
 

“Who’s this?” It’s a woman.
 

“Daisy. Who’s this?”

After a long silence, she says, “Check your email,
Daisy
,” and hangs up.

I look at the phone in my hand. It’s Belmont’s. He’s out like a match. I check the time. It’s a little after noon, and we just stopped having sex two hours ago. Going into the office feels like a burden. Being in Belmont’s arms feels like my destiny. I turn around to kiss his forehead, but he’s too tired to know.
 

Why would a woman who called Belmont tell me to check my email? I slip out of his arms. He stirs a little but doesn’t wake. We haven’t made this much love in one session since before Joella was born.

I tiptoe to the office to turn on my computer. I definitely owe Dexter an explanation. I try to think of what I should tell him as I click on my email. The first message is from Stacy Pruitt. The subject reads, “Friend and Lover of Jack Lord.”

My chest tightens. I open the message. One sentence reads, “I want him too—and he wants me.” Below that are a lot of photos of Belmont and Stacy. She’s giving him a blowjob. They’re kissing on top of a bed, and he’s groping her tits while they kiss. He’s tasting her down there. She’s on all fours, mouth open, as he humps her from behind. There are a lot more, but that’s all I can stomach.

“Shit,” I mumble.
 

I want to run out of this condo and escape to another planet. He did all of that to her? Seeing it, I feel as if a piece of my heart has been cut out. I take deep breaths to keep myself from crying. My legs are weak. I recall my last conversation with Maya. I’m big on running away from my problems, but I don’t want to do that anymore.
 

I slog back to the bedroom and squat to study Belmont’s face. He’s snoring again. Recovering from this heartache seems light years away. His hair is graying, but it’s always been so light that I couldn’t tell until now. The skin under his eyes is dark. Whatever business he’s doing in Chicago seems to be taking a toll on him. This is the face of the only man I can ever love. Ten years from now, when he’s remarried and making love to another woman, I’ll be alone because my heart will never again feel what it had before those photos broke it. I want to sweep my fingers down his cheek one last time, but instead I go to the closet and put on a robe. Our love nest has fallen off the branches.

“Belmont,” I say, shaking him awake.

It takes a moment, but he opens his eyes and seizes my arm, pulling me to him. “Come here.”

“No.” I take back my arm. “You come here.”

He frowns as if he’s alarmed by my response. “What is it, babe?”

“You should come take a look.”

He’s blinking, waking all the way up. “Take a look at what?”

“Stacy Pruitt sent me an email.”

He leaps out of bed, frowning. He touches my hip on the way to the office, and I recoil.
 

“Daisy, what’s going on?”

We make it to the office.
 

“You should see for yourself.” I point at the computer and step back.

Belmont glares at the screen. “What the fuck?”

“I want a divorce. For real this time.”

He turns around and looks at me as if he’s unable to comprehend what’s happening. “Daisy…”

I raise a hand. “Don’t.”

“These aren’t real, baby.”

“That isn’t you with her?”

“It’s me, but they’ve been taken out of context.”

“Have you ever put your dick in her mouth? Have you ever put your dick inside her? Have you ever put your mouth on her pussy? I would’ve never betrayed you like that,” I say.

“Daisy?” Belmont sounds defeated. “I already admitted that I had sex with her.”

“You said you hadn’t had sex with her since you met me. She time stamped them, see? Sure looks like after we met to me.”

He sighs.
 

“I want a divorce,” I say.

“Not yet. I want you to calm down, then we’ll talk.”

“And say what?”

“You should at least hear me out. Please?”

I stare into his eyes. I don’t see how we can recover from this.

“For better or worse,” he says, holding my gaze.

“Okay. I’ll call you when I’m ready.”

“That’s all I can ask.”

I fold my arms. “You should go.”

Belmont catches a tear that’s rolling down my cheek. He kisses my forehead and nose. I turn my face before he plants one on my lips. I stand in the office and wait until he goes and puts on his clothes. I can feel him standing in the hallway watching me.
 

“I love you,” Belmont says.

I don’t answer.

“We’re going to talk, and I’m going to handle this,” he says.

I shake my head. Finally he gets in the elevator. I stand here for at least another ten minutes, until I know for sure that he’s gone.

***

Belmont Lord
 

Belmont took a cab to the hotel. He felt as if he was carrying a pile of bricks on each shoulder. The look in Daisy’s eyes haunted him. Her despair was visible. He never thought he’d be the one to make her feel that way.