Page 8 of Pocket Full Of Posies (Snowberry #2)
I could kiss that Calliope girl for placing such a perfect opportunity to spend time with Daisy right in my lap. I won’t though. If I’m going to be kissing anyone, it’s going to be Daisy. That’s not the type of gossip I want spreading around town.
I happen to be partial to the quiet, half human, earth nymph. Imagining more and more what I’d like to do to her distractingly tempting mouth.
Today Daisy has covered herself with a long flowing forest green skirt and creamy ivory sweater, and again no adornments or jewelry. The flowers in her hair are calmer than before, remaining the same without the constant changing; a yellow daisy, white jasmine and a few small light purple blooms I don’t know.
Although her skin is concealed under the fabric, she must not be wearing much under it, because the hard points of her nipples are still visible through her sweater. I want to reach out and pinch them but restrain my impulse. She’s still too shy and timid around me. I’ll have to work on that. I want her soft and accommodating, pliant and accepting of my touch and affections when I reach for her. I don’t want her shying away from me, I want her reaching for me as much as I do her.
The thought of having her under me and yearning for me has my zipper tightening against my groin. I don’t readjust myself; I don’t care if she or anyone else sees the evidence of my arousal. As long as Daisy knows it’s because of her.
We walk into town, and I make sure to keep close to Daisy, brushing my arm against hers every chance I get. When we cross the street, I make sure to place a hand low on her back to direct her, and take any opportunity given to touch her. By the time we reach Tall Tail Books , I feel like our walk has been a strange form of foreplay and my cock is ready to go for the main event.
I ignore it, no matter how hard that may be. I’m trying to woo Daisy and convince anyone who sees us that we’re an item, not seduce her for a quick fuck. Although fucking is not off the menu. I will gladly fuck Daisy in any way she wants me to, but not until she wants it. I may be a borderline sex addict, but I never sleep with a female who doesn’t agree to it first.
A bell jingles overhead as we enter the bookstore. Glossy wooden shelves line every available space, packed to the brim and filling the small store to bursting. Meres and their collections. They always get obsessed once they’ve discovered their treasure of choice. It’s obvious this is a mere owned establishment, and whoever they are, they have a massive thing for the written word.
Elegantly hand painted wooden signs hang from chains, labeling the isles genre. Fiction, non-fiction, history, cooking, children’s, science, young adult, religion, and romance. The light inside is dim, spines of books illuminated from vintage sconces and fixtures. A few golden rays slip in through the two front windows, most of which are blocked by gauzy curtains. The place smells of paper, ink, and celibacy.
Daisy smiles shyly at the mere with shimmering kelp green scales working behind the counter, a young male who looks us each over with a welcoming smile. For once I don’t smile in return. My usually friendly demeanor faltering as I watch the male check out Daisy’s backside as she walks by. When he looks to me, I give him a narrowed eye glare telling him that yes, I did see him checking her out and no, I do not approve.
Moving in closer to Daisy, I place a possessive hand on her hip that I convince myself is just because I’m trying to sell the image of us together, not because I want to slip a finger under the short hem of her sweater and feel her soft skin beneath. It’s all for show. It’s all so the gossip does what it’s supposed to and gets back to my mother, solidifying my ruse. The way my body reacts to her nearness and the soft inhale my touch elicits has nothing to do with it. Not. At. All.
“What kind of book are you looking for, Blossom?”
Daisy shrugs an indifferent shoulder, but I don’t believe it. “I don’t know, just something new.”
“Well, I have no idea what’s new, so you’ll just have to tell me if my picks are ones you’ve already read.”
Daisy nods. She doesn’t like to talk much when other people are around I notice, because yesterday she was very chatty with me when we were alone. So, in an attempt to get her talking, I pull a book off the shelf as we pass, holding it out for her inspection.
“How about this one? It looks interesting.” I have no idea what book I picked, but she turns to look at it and the corner of her lips pulls in a smirk.
“If I were curious about the history of the US quarter, I’m sure it would be riveting.”
I look at the book in my hand and realize I pulled some sort of history of US currency book. I snicker at myself. “Okay, maybe not that one.”
For the next book I pay a little more attention to my choice. “Here, you can read about homesteading. Seems like something up your alley.”
She gives me a lopsided grin and cocks her head at me playfully. There’s the Daisy I remember from yesterday.
“I don’t need to read about it, I already know how.”
“Of course you do, because you’re the amazing Daisy of Daisy’s Gardens.”
“I wouldn’t call myself amazing ,” she says, with such a quiet disbelief that it tears up my insides to know she doesn’t believe she’s amazing. Whoever told her such nonsense deserves to have their ears clipped and nose broken.
“I would.”
Daisy looks up at me through thick lashes and that self-deprecating tone I heard vanishes with her appreciative eyes and ruddy rosy blush.
“Thanks,” she practically whispers as we round a shelf and find ourselves in the romance section.
“Now this is my type of genre. Which one do you think has all the naughty stuff in it? Do they have picture books? I’m a visual learner.”
I reach out and start fingering through the titles, choosing one with a couple on it where the woman is swooning and the man is looking at her like he would burn the world down for her, after a good fucking of course. “Ooh this one looks promising.”
I flip it over and read the blurb on the back. It’s about some Irish lord who must marry to keep his family lands and finds himself marrying the first girl that comes along, even if she’s his arch nemesis’s daughter.
“This one could be good. I feel like there’ll be a lot of calling her lass and dirty talk in Irish.”
I turn to Daisy for her approval and where I expected complete embarrassment, I find only a guilty knowing expression.
“That one’s okay. A lot of brooding and sexually charged arguments because they really want each other but can’t admit it. However,” My eyes nearly bug out of my head knowing she’s actually read this book as she steps up to the shelf, bringing our personal spaces together. “don’t bypass the cartoon covers. They look sweet but often have as much, or more naughty parts than the bodice ripper covers. And no one suspects when you’re reading it.”
Daisy pulls a pastel pink cover book from the shelf showcasing a cartoon couple kissing and embracing innocently, and hands it to me.
“Try this one, I think you’ll like it.”
I raise an eyebrow at her and take the offered research material, because that’s what it’s just become. If she’s read this and is recommending it, that means she likes whatever happens in it. Fuck if I won’t read this entire thing tonight.
“Thank you. I think I will.”
“And if you ever want to read anything closer to non-humans, there’s plenty of monster and alien romances. They don’t get it all right, but at least there’s more details that make it feel more real.”
Again, she smiles but bites on her lips to contain it. With my free hand not clutching the most important reading material I’ll ever purchase, I reach up and cup her cheek, running my thumb across her lips until she releases it. It’s pink, plump and glistening. I rub away the wetness and relish in her dilated pupils.
“I will definitely keep that in mind.”
Daisy’s eyes shift back and forth between mine then lift to slide along the curve of my horns. I can only imagine what she’s thinking about. Grabbing them, using them as leverage to pull her body up mine. I can think of a dozen or two ways she can use my horns to bring herself pleasure. I wonder if one of these monster romance books she’s referring to has a character with horns. Maybe she has a horn kink.
I can see the tips of the green vine markings poking out from her collar curl tight and then extend. Most likely reacting to her emotions. Kind of like I think her flowers do.
In the small space between shelves our bodies are pressed close, and I take the opportunity to bring our chests together, just letting her nipples graze my shirt. My cock pulses hard in my jeans and I expect I’ll be jerking off tonight, while reading this book and thinking of Daisy.
“You are surprising in a way I could have never expected.”
Daisy doesn’t respond to my confession. She knows I’m not lying, that I mean every word. Because I wasn’t expecting her, I don’t think I could have ever prepared myself for her and the way I react to her.
That unfamiliar longing feeling washes over me again and I don’t know what to do with it. I don’t know what I’m longing for. Daisy is right here in front of me, looking at me with please bend me over and fuck me eyes. What more could a male want? Something. Something I can’t name, but something.
“Do you have any more book recommendations? I’m suddenly finding myself in need of more stimulating reading material.”
“Sure. Romance books are kind of my guilty pleasure. Sage says I should stop reading about romance and go out and find some instead.”
“Although I agree with this Sage person, you should go out and find it, I also don’t think you should feel guilty reading what makes you happy.”
“Sage is my older brother, and I’m not sure how he would feel about you agreeing with him. He’s not your biggest fan.”
“Well, I’m yours, so he’ll have to deal.”
Daisy looks up at me with such open admiration, that something more feeling crashes over me like a tsunami again. A heavy feeling of realness and solidity settles in my stomach and the sensation feels oddly like attachment. In an attempt to shake off the all too real emotions growing in my chest, I revert to my default setting, comedic flirting.
“For instance, I love reading porn magazines. Very riveting articles on masturbation and the female orgasm.” I give her a wink to top off my lewd sundae.
It makes her giggle and the dense, almost viscous sensations lessen enough for us to return to our previous flirty banter.
“I imagine such an article would prove extremely lucrative.”
“I wouldn’t know, haven’t been able to test out their theories yet. Are you volunteering?”
“I don’t know. Who’s demonstrating? If you can get Henry Cavill to teach the class, I’ll be the first to sign up.”
Daisy elbows me playfully, getting more at ease in my company and not as bashful when I make crude jokes. I always wanted a female who could take my perverted sense of humor and throw it right back in my face.
“I don’t know, he’s awfully busy these days. You might just have to settle for little ole me.”
Daisy sighs dramatically. “Oh, well, in that case.” She scrunches her nose in mock disapproval giving me an exaggerated once over and makes an eh gesture. “I guess you’ll have to do.”
I step in close and practically purr in her ear. “You know you wouldn’t be disappointed, little blossom. I’ll make you bloom for me, over and over and over.”
Her lithe body shivers against mine and I hold back the praise sitting on the tip of my tongue. I wonder what type of sexual partner Daisy would be. Is she the praise kind? Loving every word of affirmation. Or a submissive, liking to be dominated and controlled? Or would she be the one in control. Thinking of letting my little blossom command and control me is intriguing enough for my cock to give an approving twitch in my pants.
Stepping back out of my reach, Daisy visibly forces herself to refocus. Straightening the hem of her too thin sweater and fidgeting with the book in her hands, we’re finally back on even footing. Her flustered and aroused, and me hard and wanting to fuck. Safe space, known space. Space where I know how to handle the feelings curdling inside my gut.
“Perhaps we should keep looking. I still haven’t found a new book.”
“Okay then,” I turn to face the shelf and peruse the titles that are both pun filled and suggestive. “Which one of these haven’t you read yet?”
Daisy points out about a dozen books and I choose the ones with the most suggestive titles, tucking them under my arm with the book she first gave me. The one she’s already read.
I pay for all six of our books even though Daisy tries to pay for hers, but I won’t allow it. My family has more than enough money to buy her a few books. Plus, wooing, remember? Buying gifts is only step one.
When we leave the bookstore, I make sure to drape an arm around Daisy’s shoulders and hold her tight to my side. The top of her head just reaches my shoulders, and she fits perfectly in the circle of my arm. It feels oddly comfortable walking down the street with her tucked against me, seeing everyone we pass do a double take. Not sure if they’re more shocked by me or Daisy. Could be the whole combination of us together that’s baffling them.
Internally I shrug because I don’t give a damn what they think about us, just as long as they tell everyone they know.
“So, what other kinds of books do you like to read, Daisy?”
“All kinds really.”
“Just not the history of the US quarter?” I joke.
“Maybe not that one. But I do like history books. It’s fascinating to read about the people and events that shaped the world, even if they are missing a large chunk of it.”
She’s referring to the non-human history of course. We all know this. Our history has been greatly fantasized into myths and legends, everyone forgetting the truth of it all. Especially since we began living in hiding. It was easier for the humans to pretend it was all make-believe instead of reality.
With the growing interest in fantasy books though, I wonder if the human world isn’t ready to start believing again. That, however, is not my concern. I don’t worry about educating ignorant humans on the truth of the world and convincing them thousands of years of their history is wrong. I’ll leave that to some fairy who has lived through it all.
My only concern is Daisy.
“What about you? Do you read much? Were you serious about the porn magazine thing?” she asks so earnestly. I don’t know that I’ve ever had a non-joking conversation about reading porn before.
“I read on occasion, more of a movie person myself. And weirdly yes, I have read articles in porn magazines before. People joke about it but sometimes they can be quite illuminating.”
“I’ll have to keep that in mind next time I’m looking for something new to read. Medical textbooks just don’t do the body justice. Though I suppose that has to do with the fact they’re all about the human body. Even though we are nearly similar physiologically, where it counts.”
“Is that so? I’d like to think I’m superior to most human men.”
“I’m sure you do.”
“What? You don’t believe me?”
Daisy looks up at me through one squinted eye, the sun hitting her in the face as we head down the street back towards her house. She looks so relaxed and perfect under my arm that I nearly stumble watching her lean closer to me.
“I believe you,” she says quietly, and my heart nearly triples in rhythm.
“Good,” I clear my throat and tear my gaze away from hers, focusing on the road ahead of us. “Because if you didn’t, I might have to prove myself, and then you’d be ruined for any male for the rest of your life.”
Daisy laughs and the sound calms my nerves.
What the actual fuck is happening to me? I bought a girl romance novels, am walking with my arm around her and not trying to grope her ass. Though I very much want to grope her ass, and other parts of her.
Daisy’s sweetness has drawn me in and captured me so thoroughly, I barely realize my desire to spend more time with her is genuine and not just driven by my need to deter my mom.
“Well, we wouldn’t want that, now would we?”
“No, we most certainly wouldn’t.” Because I plan on leaving in a few short weeks and you will be with other males after me.
And that thought has me stewing in a funky uncomfortable contemplation the entire way back to her house.
When we arrive, I shake off the funk and focus on Daisy, on making an impression that makes her want to see me again. We’re standing at the end of her drive, and I make sure she can’t walk away just yet, holding both her shoulders to keep her facing me.
I’ve been controlling my tail’s wild desires the entire time we were in the bookstore, but now I release my hold on it, allowing it to move freely as it desires. It immediately wraps around Daisy’s ankle and slides up her skirt until it reaches her knee. The back of it is smooth and the tip of my tail lingers there. It makes my dick hard.
“Can I see you again? Soon.”
“S-sure. I don’t think Sage would approve but…”
“Sage doesn’t matter, only you do Blossom.”
With the knuckle of my finger, I lift her chin to angle her just right, before leaning down and brushing my lips against hers, intending to give her a tiny taste, just a sample. Something to keep her interested. The touch is barely a kiss, but it ignites the fire that lives in my blood. A demanding urge and need forces me to press harder, to take more.
Daisy gives in, just as greedy for it as I am. Our kiss becomes demanding, pressing hard before pulling back to suck and lick. Daisy’s passion nearly knocks me on my ass. I hadn’t expected her to be so…everything.
Her body presses into mine, erasing the last inches of space and when her soft pliant body melts against my hardness, I almost break. An inferno sparks to life in my chest, heating my entire body. A reaction only Daisy has stirred in me.
My cock is rock hard and grinding into her small frame. She has to feel it, there’s barely any fabric between us with her mediocre layers. It doesn’t seem to deter her, only spur her on more, because she’s the one who deepens the kiss. Sliding her tongue past my lips and tasting me. She tastes like honeysuckle and tea. Sunshine and spring. I wonder if the rest of her tastes the same.
At thoughts of stripping her bare and having my way with her, I manage to muster enough strength to pull free of the kiss that will haunt my wet dreams for the rest of my life. Resting my forehead against hers, I try to catch my breath and force myself to be the gentleman my family has always tried to make me.
“Maybe next time Blossom. For now, why don’t you go read your dirty books and think of me?”
I try to come off cocky and cool, but I’m breathless and feel like I’m standing on a seesaw.
“Okay,” Daisy breaths against my lips and I almost lean in to kiss her again but manage to control myself.
I pass her the bag of books and she pulls out the one she picked for me and hands it to me, putting very much unwanted space between us. My body doesn’t want her to leave. My tail latches on to her thigh and I can feel the heat radiating from the holy land between her legs. Good fucking lord, I bet if I slid up just a little farther, I’d encounter evidence of her own arousal.
I groan thinking about it but force my tail to release her. It takes a second for it to comply but eventually it does, reluctantly, and only after I tell myself we can feel her again tomorrow.
“Thanks,” I mumble hoarsely. “For the book recommendation. Not the kiss. Although I liked that too, I wasn’t thanking you for that. I mean.”
Fuck. I’ve never stumbled over my words before with a female. I need to take a step back and regroup.
“You’re welcome. For both, just so we’re clear.”
Fucking, fuck, fuckity, fuck. I need to leave, now .
“Okay, well I’ll be back.”
“I look forward to it.” Daisy’s smile is sheepish but dripping in innuendo and lust. This girl has a hidden side, and I suddenly want to find out all about it.
“Yeah, right. Me too. Okay. Bye.”
I turn on my heel and blindly walk in the general direction of my house, not paying any attention to anything. Replaying that fucking kiss and her sultry look in my mind, I don’t immediately notice the additional vehicles parked in the driveway when I return home.