Chapter 4
Big John
As I neared the house I could see there was only one vehicle in the drive. But even before I pulled up, an elderly woman emerged from the salon and headed toward the car. With no others present, that meant that Daisy would be all alone. I pulled up close to the door and cut the engine. I sat there for a minute, staring at the front door. It was glass, with the name of her business, ‘Country Pretty,’ etched into it. I could see movement inside, but it was hard to make out what she was doing.
I dismounted and walked toward the door, willing my dick to behave because it was already stirring at the thought of being close to her. I walked up the three steps and reached to push the door open just as Daisy appeared on the other side. Her hands quickly moved up to the lock, but
she didn’t turn it. She looked nervous and undecided as to whether or not she should lock me out. And damn, she looked cute as hell with that bottom lip clamped between her teeth.
We stared at one another as if sizing each other up. I cocked my head, my eyes moving back and forth between her eyes and her hand, which was still poised at the lock. “Don’t do it,” I finally said, realizing that my gruff command might result in the opposite effect.
She opened her pretty mouth as if to say something, then thought better of it, and clamped it shut again. Next, she spun around and walked away from the door. I pushed it in and stepped inside the salon, watching the sexy sway of her full hips as she continued to walk away. She turned to face me before my interest shifted from her shapely ass. My hands itched to get a hold of it.
“I, ah, wasn’t sure that you were coming, and was just about to close up,” she said in a silky rasp. I grinned when she stepped around a chair at one of the stations as if it offered her some protection. Nothing was going to protect her from me. “So, you’re here for a haircut?”
Yeah, that was why I was there. For a fucking haircut, and maybe a taste of her. She looked good enough to eat. The first thing I noticed was her hair. The first time I’d seen her it had been confined, but today it was loose and surrounded her pretty face in sexy waves. My fingers prickled with the need to touch the silky mass. Her face was devoid of makeup, but the fresh, clean appearance of her skin needed no enhancements. I fucking loved the dusting of freckles across her pert little nose. I wanted to run my mouth over them to see if they tasted as fucking sweet as they looked.
“Would you, ah, like a wash first?”
I watched the rise and fall of her large tits, revealed by the open neck of her blouse and barely confined in the tight white tank top she wore beneath it. The glitter of a gold cross hanging from a chain around her neck drew my eyes to her exposed cleavage. My dick jerked, and I clenched my teeth. “Yeah, that sounds good,” I said, walking her way. The closer I got, the more color stained her cheeks. Interesting. And then she was biting down on that bottom lip again, and all I could think of was taking it between my teeth and sucking it inside my mouth.
Fucking hell, this was a mistake. I knew that I’d wanted her the minute I’d first seen her,
but the intensity of my reaction to her today scared the living shit out of me. I wasn’t sure that I had the control I’d need to keep from hurting her. When I wanted a woman I just took her, but it was usually a club whore. I couldn’t recall the last ‘good girl’ I’d wanted to pin down and fuck.
I sat down in the chair she indicated, aware I didn’t usually go in for all that wash and blow shit. When I wanted a haircut, I got a haircut and that was it. But I wanted Daisy’s hands on me, and right then I’d take them anyway I could get them.
“Um, I need you to−” She stopped talking as soon as our eyes met. It was obvious she was nervous as shit, and probably afraid. Good, she fucking needed to be. She was tiny compared to me.
“What, baby?” Her eyes dilated. They fucking dilated. “What do you need me to do?” My nostrils flared as I took in her tantalizing scent. Musk, and something flowery, slammed into my senses, and my dick punched forward.
“I need you to scoot down in the chair so I can get your head in the bowl.”
I grinned at the huskiness of her voice, moving my big frame into position. Once I arranged my head into the sink she turned on the water. I’d never much thought about having my hair washed before, and Daisy was fast and efficient, running the hot water through it before lathering it up with shampoo. When her fucking nails began to massage my scalp, I closed my eyes and groaned because it felt that good.
“Am I hurting you?” her soft voice asked me.
“No.” I didn’t want to admit how fucking good it felt having her hands in my hair. Something brushed across my forehead, and I opened my eyes. Daisy was bent over me, the cross around her neck moving against me with her movements. And fuck, my nose was nearly buried in her cleavage. I inhaled deeply, taking in more of her warm scent.
“Sorry,” she laughed softly, the sound going straight to my throbbing dick. She moved the cross aside, but as soon as she went back to scrubbing my scalp it went right back to where it had
been. I couldn’t have cared less about the cross, my gaze was riveted on the view of her cleavage and the mounds of creamy tits staring me in the face. The urge to stick my tongue out and lick her there was so overpowering that a shudder moved over me.
“Are you cold?” she asked.
I grinned. Yeah, that’s exactly what I was, but I kept my mouth shut because I doubted she’d be impressed with what I was really feeling. She moved upward to reach the water hose. “I am so sorry!” she made a frustrated sound when her cross scraped across my forehead again. Her hand came up, and I grabbed her around the wrist.
She gasped. All movement stopped as our eyes clashed. She licked her lips, and I knew that if I didn’t do something about my dick soon it was going to burst right through the zipper. “I got it.”
There was a question in her eyes, but she didn’t say or do anything. I wondered what kind of a fool I was for even touching her. I brought my arm up between our upper bodies and reached for the cross. Her eyes widened as my knuckles brushed across her exposed flesh. I took the cross and tucked it deep in between the valley of her tits, feeling her warmth and softness surround my finger and imagining that it would feel the same way for my dick when it sank inside her body for the first time. She caught her breath again, our gazes still locked tight. Hell, I wanted to fuck her right then and there.
“Th-thank you.”
I reached down to rearrange my aching dick, no longer caring if she knew that I had a hard-on for her. Shit, she’d have to be dead not to notice. It was moving with a life of its own inside of my pants, and he wasn’t shy about what he wanted. Daisy rinsed my hair, turned off the water, and covered my head with a towel. After a couple of brisk rubs to catch the drops of water, she nudged me to my feet.
My gaze fell to her ass as I followed her to the chair. As God as my witness, I was going to get a taste of her before I left that salon. Her shy innocence was appealing, sucking me in as if she wielded all the power over my feigned control. I sank down into the chair and she swung me around until I was facing the mirror. The towel was still in my hair. She gave my scalp a few more vigorous rubs and then pulled the cloth away.
And then her gaze rose to mine in the mirror.
“How much do you want me to cut?”
“I like it long.”
“So, a trim then?” I nodded, narrowing my eyes on her until she glanced away.
A grin spread across my face at her reaction to me. Were the same inane thoughts going through her mind, too? Was she wondering why there seemed to be a fierce attraction between us? Was she turned-on? Was her body sensitized and thrumming with unexplained arousal? I closed my eyes when she began to run a comb through my long hair. Was she wet for me? Fuck, I wanted to find out.
“Two inches?”
I almost burst out laughing. She was in for a big fucking surprise. And then my addled brain realized that she was asking me how much hair I wanted her to hack off and not the size of my dick. “Yeah, that sounds about right.”
It didn’t take her long. I watched silently as she cut off about two inches, maybe a little bit more. My dirty-blonde hair appeared darker because it was wet. Slick strands fell all around me. Occasionally, she ran her fingers through it like a comb, and fluffed it as if to see how it fell against my head. I’d had plenty of haircuts in my lifetime, but none of them had felt this good or turned me the fuck on. My head was within an inch of being cushioned against her soft tits, and I took advantage of it by leaning further back into her.
She sucked in her breath, but kept cutting. Finally, she asked, “How does this look?”
I didn’t draw my gaze away from hers. “Fucking perfect.” I was talking about the image of my head against her tits and her hands in my hair, her sweet face peering over my shoulder at our image because she was too short to see over my head. I wanted to reach back, pull her around, and set her luscious ass down on my lap. My dick needed some attention. “If you know what’s good for you, you’ll stop looking at me like that,” I growled low, just about at the end of my limit. “Unless you want me to do something about it.”
Her eyes rounded innocently. “I-I don’t know what you mean. How am I looking at you?” She stepped away from me.
I stared at her long and hard, trying to determine if her innocent act was real, or if she was playing me. Some women who wanted to experience a long-haired, leather clad outlaw from
Phantom Riders liked to send off signals that they were scared and innocent, when deep down they were worse than our club whores. Needier and dirtier. What they were looking for was to be taken and dominated by a bad boy. Something about Daisy told me that she didn’t play games. The guarded look in her slightly frightened eyes, the fight or flight aura that surrounded her, told my gut that she was undecided and maybe a little confused about what was happening.
“Like you need something from me.”
She shook her head. “No, we must have our signals crossed, because I don’t need anything from you, or any man.” Her tone was slightly defensive, as if she were trying to convince herself as much as she was me.
Her declaration said a lot. My earlier guess that she’d been hurt had been right, and apparently, it had been at the hands of a man. Anger rose inside me. Was she living with the bastard now? Letting him abuse her like so many women did?
“I don’t think so, baby.” I wasn’t about to let her ruin what was happening between us by bringing a whole new element into the equation. “You’ve been giving off vibes since the first time our eyes locked a few days ago.”
A frown appeared between her pretty eyes. “What kind of vibes?”
A slow as molasses grin spread across my face, and I purposely let my gaze drop leisurely down her body and back up again. Her hardened nipples were pointing right at me, just begging
me to put my mouth on them. The front of my pants was bowed with my massive hard-on, the movement drawing her gaze to it, and then her pretty little mouth opened into a silent O. Fucking hell, all I could think about was that silent O sinking down onto my dick until her lips came to rest against my ball sac.
That is, if she could take all of me.
Her cheeks reddened and her eyes flew up to meet the arousal that I knew was evident in mine. I wasn’t about to try and hide what she was doing to me, to my body. I wanted her to see what was going to claim her, to know that sooner or later she was going to be mine, in every way. If that frightened her, that was just too fucking bad.
If she still lived with the abusive fucker, he was a dead man.
“We’re done,” she surprised me by saying.
That only made me smile wider, and when she put her scissors and comb down and made a move to turn away I reached out and grasped her around the wrist. Her skin was smooth and warm, and her pulse jumped erratically beneath my thumb. “Oh, no we’re not, not by a long shot, baby.” The bastard in me pulled her closer and the soft gasp she let out turned me the fuck on. “I want a shave, too.”