CHAPTER THIRTEEN
Champagne-Floozy-Twin-Kabobs
DAISY
Daisy showered away all the food and sauces from her body. Damn that was fun, better than watching sexy wrestlers on TV. But she worried about Brea. I should go and find her to see what is happening. But then again, if she were forced to place a bet? That Cole already had her back in his arms. His love filled expression was obvious at dinner. He loves her like there’s no tomorrow. Daisy knew it would turn out all right for her sweet daughter.
She dried off and put on the sexiest nightgown she could find. She knew that Rand must be doing the same in his room across the hall. Well, as funny as it might be, he wouldn’t be wearing a pink nightgown after his shower. She chuckled as she strode across the room, opened her door and peeked out. She was dying to see him and she felt like a good, ole Dirty Daisy Seduction would be in order. I wonder if I can get him to break his Chasity Vow? She halted and then wondered about herself.
Damn, if he were a priest, I would fry in hell! But, hot damn, it would be a sin well worth it!
Snickering, she stared across the hall. A light showed under his door. Then a noise came from the end of the hall. She jumped back and shut her door until just a sliver of space remained.
One of the Noble twins moved slowly along the hall, carrying what looked like an overnight bag.
Daisy’s eyes narrowed. What in the hell is she—?
Pausing at Rand’s door, she knocked softly.
Daisy felt a tight knot form in her belly as she held her breath.
The door opened to reveal a sexy Rand with no shirt and his hair looking wet.
Oh, hot honey on toast! He looked good enough to—
He smiled hugely at the younger woman and stepped aside to let her in.
OH, NO way, on this side of hell! Daisy felt the knot in her belly tighten into a hard ball of pain and her chest felt heavy. It has to be innocent. Don’t overreact Daze! She stood still and fought her bad self. Hard to do when she’d been bad her whole life. Oh, hell no, she wouldn’t let this just pass. Sucking a breath in, she tiptoed across the hall and leaned her ear to the door.
She heard muffled voices and laughter. Heat flushed her face as she shook her head. This is Rand Monroe we’re talking about. The man had total control over his life and male libido! He’s just trying to make sure I get my wedding, right? She tried to convince herself.
More laughter drifted through the door. Well, what is so dammed funny? I bet it wouldn’t be funny if I busted in and stomped that flaming haired skank into a pile of broken bones! A door slammed at the other end of the hall and it made her jump. Panicked that someone might catch her like a little kid eavesdropping, she hurried to her door and shut it with a small click. Counting to ten, she let out her breath as her body shook. Come on really, Daze! Why would he come all this way just to cuckold you? She shook her head, trying with all her might to NOT rush across and pull open that door. She turned her doorknob and peeked out again.
The other Noble twin was now standing in front of his door, while holding glasses and 2 champagne bottles, she raised her hand and knocked.
The door opened and Rand again, smiled. “We’ve been waiting on you,” he greeted and let her inside too.
Oh, shit on a paperclip! Two of them? Champagne? Swallowing hard, she fought her urges to kill. They’re going to help with the wedding and he is just being sweet enough to make sure it all goes right! Clenching her fists, she resisted the temptation to do another ‘lean and listen’.
Laughter bubbled so loudly from inside the room full of champagne and floozies, she could hear it all the way, to where she stood. Well, dammit, why would wedding plans be this freaking funny? She remembered the accusations Valeen made about her. With the, ‘Ten Men A Year Daisy’ remark and Victoria saying in front of everyone how slutty she dressed. Yeah, I’m gonna make her see all the way to her religion, dammit! She felt worried now though, could it be that Rand wanted to know if all the gossip about her was true and he called them over to ask about her? He may have doubted this whole thing, because he felt she wasn’t the same woman he—
A bang and a thump came from across the hall as music started up too.
What in all that is holy is going on in there? Champagne, music and those two giggling like teens on crack? Against her saner self, she again, tiptoed across. And I will just bet the activity going on in there ain’t anywhere near being holy!
Giggling and mumbled talk was all she could gather for a couple of minutes.
“Oh, that is sweet!” Rand exclaimed.
Sweet? Daisy fumed.
“Yeah and you are gonna like this too!” One of the woman answered.
“Yeah, you sure are one yummy man. I just want to shout, take it all off, stud!”
Then Daisy heard a pop.
“Champagne anyone?” another female voice shouted.
Oh, good lord! Daisy bit her lip so hard she thought she drew blood. Stud? I’ll give them all a reckoning to remember! As if she had no control over her own hand, she turned the knob. Her mind alive with images. Rand half-naked, champagne in his hand. The Noble twins hugging their curvy forms up against that hard chest while sexy music played.
“Mmm, yummy!” one of the girls cooed.
And…BAM!.. The rest of it lit up in her mind. The woman licking Champagne off his hard chest. My hammered man’s chest! Her mind shrieked. Then she held still. No! You are not going to see that. She forced another image over the burning picture. Rand was innocently sitting in a chair…WITH his shirt on as the two women showed him their wedding portfolios and menus.
“Yes. That is sexy!” Rand purred. “Sexy enough to…”
Daisy couldn’t hear the rest and god dammit—she didn’t need to! Bursting through the door, she stumbled in.
Rand stood with his shirt off, holding a glass of champagne in his hand.
Oh, Lord! It’s the first image! Her wide eyes swung over to the girls as they stood with their mouths hanging open. No wedding album, no menu in their hands as one wore a yellow baby doll nightie, both had champagne glasses in their hands.
Just then, a song started to play…It's been seven hours and fifteen days. Since you took your love away…
Daisy knew she looked insane, but she couldn’t even care, as she headed straight for floozy number one in the baby doll outfit.
Shrieking, the woman tried to run.
“Daze!” Rand shouted.
Daze was now in a crazed-daze, made crazy by the fact that the man who insisted on marrying her in just two days was having a three way sex party in the room across the hall from her!
Both girls screamed as Daisy lunged for one of the slut-cakes and caught the nightie, it ripped clean off her body.
“Ooh, Noo!” the terrified twin shrieked.
“Oh, yes!” Daisy shouted. “Best be making peace with Jesus, little girl!” Then she grabbed her hair and yanked her over to champagne guzzling floozy number two. Grabbing a handful of long red curls, she bonked the girl’s heads together. “I’m gonna make twin slut-kabobs out of you two!”
The girls moaned in pain as they struggled in her hair-clenching-grasp, rubbing their foreheads and crying loudly.
Rand dropped his glass and pulled her fists away from the girls heads, as long strands of red hair stuck between her fingers. He then wrapped his arms around her body, trapping her clenched fists to her sides.
The Noble girls screamed and wept loudly in fear while holding their heads as they haphazardly stumbled in a rush past them and through the open door.
“Get back here! I’m not through with you harlot twins!” Daisy yelled after them. “Not until your trampy bodies are roadkill!”
“Daisy!” Rand shouted.
“Let me go, you manwhore!” She struggled even though she knew his strength would never allow her to escape until he was ready.
Rand laughed as he held her tight,
“Oh! You think that’s funny? Well, I’ll make sure it’s on your gravestone!”
Rand held her tight and moved them both to the door, slamming it shut with his foot. He kept chuckling.
“This is not funny! Why, Rand—WHY?”
He moved her across the room and sat her in a chair.
Daisy fought to stand up out of it. “Nobody does this to me!” she screeched. “I’m going to kill those two sleazy skanks!”
Holding her down, Rand looked around and grabbed the tattered nightie from the floor. He wrapped her wrist to the chair armrest and tied it down.
“And YOU! Two timing, champagne swilling playboy! That’s what will be on your grave! ‘Here lies Rand, because he couldn’t keep it in his pants!’ ” Daisy tried to take a swing at him.
Rand ducked, caught her arm and tied that one down too.
Daisy suddenly realized she was actually tied to the chair. “Ohh!” she shouted and tried to get loose. “Oooh, so help me. You wanna be buried next to them, right?”
Rand took a step back. “God dammit, woman!”
Daisy huffed and puffed. “How could you?”
Rand’s amusement shifted to a pensive look. “How could I what?”
Daisy almost squealed with frustration as she stomped her feet on the carpeted floor. “What? You know what you did!”
Rand crossed his arms over his bare chest. “No. I don’t. So, why don’t you tell me exactly what you think I did?”
Daisy spluttered with disbelief. “Oh, wow! You were honky-tonking with the local riff raff while your bride to be was across the hall! And now, you want to humiliate me too?”
Rand’s eyes glittered as he stepped forward and leaned over her. “I think you need some taming of that flash temper you have, Miss Daisy Plush.”
Daisy gasped and sat up straighter, her chest heaving. Just let him try! I will not ever forgive—
An intense look came into his ice blue eyes. “Oh, look…Seems like your nightie is ripped too.” He pointed down at her chest.
Batting her eyes at him, she then gazed down. Her pink nightie was still intact. “It is not!”
His hand reached down and ripped the top part away from her bountiful breasts.
Gasping at the violent ripping, she gaped up at him.
“Well, it is now.”
Gulping, she felt the cool air on her nipples. “You can’t be serious about doing this, Mister I Do Young Floozies Monroe!”
He kept staring at her. “Mmm, I’m wondering if I should gag you too.”
Halting, Daisy took a closer look at his face. Oh, crap. She recognized that expression now, and she just realized that she finally pushed him over the line. There’d been some times in their past when she did and it would be the best sex she ever got. Usually, she would push him to this point in order to get some hot alpha love, but now? No way! He can take a flying leap! She decided to buy some time with a defensive move. “You’re the one who needs to start talking. Starting with explaining to me…your fiancé, why you were in a closed bedroom with two young girls, drinking champagne while half naked!”
Rand looked as if he considered her reasoning and then he slowly looked around. “Mmm…”
“Mmm? That is all you have to say?”
Rand gazed at her now and gave her one of his magnetic smiles.
Pulling her head back at the dazzling grin, Daisy felt uneasy in her tied down chair. “Now, Rand—”
He stepped forward and knelt down in front of her chair. Reaching out, he swiped one of her bare nipples with his finger.
Shivering from the touch, Daisy held her breath. Oh, shit! I’m tied to a chair in a room with a man who is pure liquid fire! Damn, what am I gonna—
He then used both hands and pinched her nipples, pulling them and flicking them. Gently squeezing her breasts at intervals too.
He knows what I like and just how I like it…Daisy let out her breath on a long moan.
Rand ‘s smile faded away as he pulled one hand away and ripped the leftover lower piece from the night gown.
“Rand!” she shouted.
He placed a finger over her lips. “If you do not keep quiet, I will gag you Daze. And I don’t want to do that because I wanna hear every moan you make.”
Her mouth snapped shut as she felt moisture bubble out between her thighs. He can’t be serious! He was just boozing and floozing it up. Now, he thinks he can just—
“Packing light, Daze? I see you aren’t wearing any underwear.” His voice sounded low and deep.
His rumbling tone gave an even bigger warning to Daisy and she sat up straighter. In hopes of making him back off, she tossed out a rebuff. “Well, from now on, my underwear won’t be your business!”
Rand raised a brow at her. His eyes glittering with heat. “My business will always be you…” He pressed a finger to her bare clit, then rubbed her button as he raised his hand back up to her nipple, caressing it softly. “…With or without underwear.”
Daisy’s throat closed up as her legs wanted to fall open. Don’t give in! Don’t you have any self-respect, woman?
Smiling seductively, Rand stuck a lone finger into her and stroked in and out.
“Ohh…” Daisy whimpered. Self-respect can’t hold up to that one, lone skilled finger!
“You’re pretty wet for woman who thinks I would cheat on her right before our wedding. So, you really think, I would want to do this to another woman?” he asked gently as he stuck two fingers in and plunged them high.
Daisy stared into his sky blue orbs and her body felt on fire while her hips rose automatically to get more of him. She couldn’t answer, because she just lost her entire brain.
“Or, this?” He sensually rubbed her nipple.
“Rand…please?” she pleaded.
He ignored her pleas and lowered his mouth to her other nipple.
Daisy tossed her head back with pure pleasure as he gave her body the Triple Threat as she thought of it. She trembled fiercely as he sucked on her nipple, plunged her wet sheath with his fingers and rubbed her button with his thumb.
“No…” She tried to speak as she fought a climax.
Releasing her nipple, he raised his head. “No…what?”
“No, I suppose you wouldn’t?”
He shook his head as he plunged his fingers faster into her and thumbed her erect nipple. “You suppose?”
Shuddering, she panted.
He kept at it and reached under her to give her ass cheek a squeeze.
“Rand!” she pleaded. “You know what this does to me!”
He nodded as he watched her face. “Of course, I do and I fucking love it too. Tell me that you really believe I want do this to another woman.” His eyes glittered as he squeezed her butt cheek and plunged his fingers in and out.
“Oh! Oooh…” She tried to clamp her thighs together as heat coiled in her belly and her body warned her of an imminent orgasm. Tell him! The problem was, she just couldn’t seem to speak now. How could he expect speech while he did this to her?
Gazing down at where his fingers were plundering her, he smiled. “Think of how this will feel when replaced with my hard cock on our wedding night…”
His wicked description flashed across her mind in full color—him plunging himself in and out of her—her body arched in the chair and she let out an ecstatic shout, “Rand!” There was no halting the orgasm rushing through her.
He kept his fingers tight and high as her muscles clamped around them, then he leaned in to speak to her lips, “I came across our entire past and the world to see this very thing, making you come and beg.” He kissed her deeply, fingers inside of her and holding her cheek with his other hand. Like she was a teapot he just lifted up to drink from—a liquid gushing teapot, who didn’t stand a chance against him.
The blazing, sweet Rand tasting kiss topped off the orgasmic ride as she sucked on his hot, velvety tongue for all she was worth.
He kept the kiss up for a full couple of minutes, then he broke away and pressed his fingers to her mound to make his point. “I only want one woman. I’ve wanted her for more than twenty years.” His eyes locked with hers.
Gasping from her climax, she tried to control her breathing. So much for self-respect. The man strips me bare in more ways than one, leaving me a weak, panting mess of a woman every damn time.
Rand stood up and walked across the room.
Daisy didn’t know if she could even raise her head to watch him, her body felt so sated. Hell, the man could charm the devil to grow wings and a god dammed halo! If Rand Monroe wanted to accomplish it, Satan would bend down on his knee and pray if he were a female. There, I’d been thinking a Dirty Daisy Seduction. She almost tisked at herself, when all the while, he’s the one with the dirty-sweet-seductive tricks.
He picked up a pile of white shirts and two jackets.
Tuxedos? She wondered as she tried to lift her head.
Then, he casually stopped at a table and picked up two bottles.
Swallowing heavily with dread, her heart pounded.
“These were the shirts and jackets I was trying on...for the ceremony.” He tossed them at her feet. Then he swung the bottles up to her face. “These are the champagne selections for our reception.”
Daisy bit at her lip. “What about the nightie wearing hussy?”
He set the bottle on the side table and bent down to untie her wrists. “Try to remember when you ripped it away from the poor Noble Girl.”
Daisy pictured it in her head. The woman had a tank top and shorts on that must have been underneath it as she left the room screaming. “Oh, holy crap!” She lowered her head and sat for a long moment. I can’t face him. He knows I doubted him and I’m a dammed fool. But hell! Anyone would have thought—
The song she heard when she came in started to play.
Daisy’s head shot up.
Rand stood nude in front of her as he held his hand out to her.
Staring at his hard, toned bod, she wondered for the hundredth time; what the hell do they put in the water over there in Australia?
And the song! It always played on the radio the year they met. The lyrics always reminded her of Rand as the words said what she felt after she left him. Nothing compared to him. Not any man or any relationship. The song haunted her so much, she refused to listen to it for many years. He wants us to dance ass naked like we used to! Trembling, she took his hand.
He tugged her up and pulled her forcefully to his chest.
With a gasp, her body tingled when it met with his hard form.
The song continued, “I could put my arms around every boy I see. But they'd only remind me of you…”
“Tame now?” he whispered to her ear as they danced slow.
Nodding her head, her eyes filled with tears. “Meek as a lamb, Leatherman,” she whispered back.
“Nothing can stop these lonely tears from falling. Tell me baby, where did I go wrong…Nothing compares…Nothing Compares to you.”