Discovering Daisy (The Protectors 5.60)

“You want me to talk to someone,” I finally managed to get out. Was he tiring of how hard it was to deal with me?

I felt his warm palm slide to the back of my neck.

“Open your eyes,” he demanded firmly. The pain in my belly instantly receded at his command and I did what he said.

“I want this thing between us to be because you want it, not because you need it. I want to control you in bed because it turns us both on and gets us off, not because it quiets the voices in your head. I want to help you make decisions outside of our bed simply because you aren’t sure what to do and not because you’re afraid to make them. But most of all, I want you to not hurt anymore. I want whatever happened to you in that fucking house to live in the past where it belongs. If I thought what we do together could someday give that to you, I’d happily do it for the rest of my life. But I need to know that if I fail… if I step wrong even one time, I won’t lose you as a result.”

I nodded in understanding because he was absolutely right. He’d become so adept at saving me that I hadn’t had to save myself. I was doing to him what his parents had done. Only, they hadn’t cared about what it had been doing to him.

I did.

“I’ll try,” I said. “Will you… will you help me find someone?”

He leaned in to kiss me. “Yes,” he whispered. “Anything. I love you so much, Sage.”

“I love you,” I murmured, then his mouth covered mine and he was rolling me onto my back. I opened my legs so he could settle between them. “Wait,” I said as I snagged his hair and forced him to look at me. I could feel his hard dick pressing against mine and as badly as I wanted him inside of me, there was something else I needed.

“I don’t want to do it anymore – bringing strangers into our bed. I don’t want anyone else touching you. You’re mine.”

And Daisy’s.

But I didn’t say that, because as much as I wanted that, I had no clue if Daisy or Cash did too. I hoped, but I wasn’t sure.

I did know that I never wanted him to touch someone else like he touched me. It’d been something we’d both wanted and enjoyed while we’d explored the dynamics of our relationship, but things were different now.

I was different.

So was he.

Cash kissed me. “I’m yours,” he agreed. “There’s only one other person on this planet who gets to touch you like I do, do you understand me?”

The fact that he’d brought Daisy into the conversation was both a thrill and a relief. It wasn’t something we’d actually talked about. We’d danced around the idea of bringing her into our relationship, but we hadn’t actually said the words out loud.

“You’d be okay with that?” I asked. “With bringing Daisy into our bed, our lives?”

He settled more of his weight on me. “She fits, doesn’t she, Sage?” he asked. “It’s with her like it was with you… like I’ve known her my whole life.”

I nodded because that was exactly how it was. Despite how rocky the past week had been with her here, there’d still been this feeling that Daisy belonged here. I was eager to see what it would be like now that Cash and I could be ourselves around her.

And this morning, waking up with her in my arms and having Cash at my back… it was like he’d said.

She fit.

“But she needs to come to us,” Cash said softly.

“Agreed,” I responded. Cash sealed his mouth over mine. My greedy hands stole over his back to explore his muscles and then they were pushing his sweats down to grab his ass. I managed to free his cock from the confines of the material, but when I went to close my hand around him, he grabbed both my hands and gently pinned them to the bed. Then he was grinding against me, his pre-cum dampening the material of my sleep pants.

“Need you,” I groaned as Cash’s mouth latched onto my neck. His teeth scraped over my skin, causing me to shudder.

“God, I can’t wait,” Cash whispered as he brought his mouth back to mine. “I can’t wait, Sage,” he said, sounding almost distressed.

And I knew why.

Normally he’d bring us both to the brink over and over. Or he’d at least make me hold out. We usually fucked rough and dirty.

But what he wanted, no, needed, was different. He wanted to make love to me. No games, no delayed gratification.

Just us.

But he was worried that I needed more.

“Make love to me, Cash,” I urged. It wasn’t often that I was the one to speak for the both of us, but it was just further proof of how often Cash gave rather than took.