Page 39 of The Claiming Series: Collection 1

Drayton

“Where are we going?” Daisy asks.

“To have breakfast with Pa,” I answer, squeezing her hand, which is wrapped up in mine.

“You got dealt shitty parents, but that’s not on you.

I got lucky with mine. My ma never stopped telling anyone who’d listen how proud she was of me, and my pa is my best friend, the best man I know.

He’s fond of you, and I think you need a little of that right now, to know not all parents make a shit job of parenting. ”

“Danny told me your mom had a heart attack. You must miss her,” Daisy says, her eyes soft with sympathy as she squeezes my hand.

God, she’s amazing. She’s essentially just lost her mother, and yet here she is comforting me over the loss of mine.

I bring her hand to my mouth, pressing a kiss against her knuckles. “Every day.”

While I hate the way things have worked out with her mom, I know Daisy’s place is with me now, and I plan to get a ring on her finger and a baby in her belly as soon as possible.

With all the times we’ve had unprotected sex over the last forty-eight hours, I may have already achieved one of those objectives.

Doesn’t matter anyway because I’m going to make her my wife.

Daisy was made for me. I’m in love with her, and I don’t give a flying shit if people think we’re moving too fast.

I drive to the rear of The Hideout and park up outside the house I grew up in. I lean over to kiss Daisy, and the tension eases from her body as she melts into me. Climbing out of the cruiser, I circle to her side of the car and open the door, extending my hand to help her out.

I let myself into the house, calling out to Dad. We enter the kitchen to find he already has company.

“Sheriff,” Nancy says with a beaming smile, sitting at the kitchen table with Dad. “Did you come for the cookies, too? Your father makes a mean chocolate chip.”

“Hey, Nancy. You’re here early,” I reply, shooting a look at Dad as he drinks his coffee. “Pa didn’t mention you were here when I called.”

“Not what you think, Son,” he says quickly. “Nancy’s generator failed and left her without power before the storm hit, so she called me, and I brought her back here.”

“I don’t know what I would’ve done without him,” Nancy says, giving Dad a grateful look.

I suppress a smile. It’s obvious Nancy wants to be more than friends with Dad, but I’m pretty sure he’s oblivious. Strangely, the idea of Nancy and him doesn’t bother me. I want my dad to be happy in his twilight years.

“So, what brings you and Daisy here so early?” Dad asks with a knowing smirk, noting my hand laced with hers.

“Breakfast,” I grunt, ignoring his smug smile.

“Pull up a seat. I’ve got coffee, croissants, and freshly baked cookies,” he says.

“Sounds perfect, Danny,” Daisy smiles.

“You okay, honey? Someone upset you?” Dad asks with a frown, noticing her puffy eyes.

Daisy shrugs. “I’m fine. Family stuff.”

Nancy clucks her tongue. “Oh, honey, family stuff can be the worst, can’t it? Friends, you can choose. Family, not so much,” she says with an understanding smile. “I don’t think we’ve met. I’m Nancy,” she says, holding out her hand.

“I’m Daisy. Nice to meet you, Nancy,” Daisy grins, shaking her hand.

“Ah, so you’re Daisy. Danny’s been singing your praises, telling me what a great job you’re doing,” Nancy says.

“I love working here. I don’t know what I would’ve done if it weren’t for Danny giving me this job,” Daisy replies.

“I guess we both owe him a debt of gratitude,” Nancy says, giving Dad a cheeky wink.

Dad turns a ruddy color and clears his throat. “Yes, well, only too happy to help,” he blusters.

Daisy takes a seat at the table, laughing at something Nancy has said. I lean against the doorframe and watch them. Daisy turns to look at me, a bright smile on her face. I smile back at her, thinking life can’t get any better than this.

I leave Daisy in Dad and Nancy’s capable hands and head into the office. It’s easy to see Daisy feels at home with them, and it makes sense for her to stay there until The Hideout opens and her shift starts.

I enter the small staff room to hang up my jacket and come face to face with Connor and Jessica wrapped up in a passionate embrace. It’s almost funny how quickly they jump apart as I enter the room.

“Hey, boss,” Connor says, turning away and discreetly adjusting his pants. He has Jessica’s lipstick all over his mouth, and her cheeks are so red she looks like she might spontaneously combust. Seems a night snowed in at the station together has done the trick for these two.

“I—It’s not what it looks like,” Jessica blusters. “I, uh, had something in my eye, and Connor was checking it for me.”

“Didn’t realize an eye examination involved both of your tongues,” I quip, trying to keep a straight face. “And I sure as hell hope it is what it looks like because you two have been dancing around each other for months.”

Both their mouths drop open as they gape at me.

“When Connor has finished checking your eye , perhaps you could look over the report I’m about to email you,” I add, raising an eyebrow at Jessica.

“Um, yeah, sure, boss. I’ll get right on it,” she nods enthusiastically.

I head to my office, a smile stretching my face. I’ve done a lot of that over the last forty-eight hours, courtesy of a certain curvy cherub. It feels damned good.

No sooner have I parked my ass in my chair than my cell phone buzzes. I pull it from my pocket and hit the answer button. “Hey, Pa.”

“Don’t you ‘Hey, Pa’ me. Something you wanna tell me, Son?”

“I don’t think I need to tell you, do I?”

“No. I don’t think your eyes left her once. Damn, Son, you’re a fast worker,” Dad says, a note of admiration in his voice.

Unlike Connor and Jessica, there was no dancing around when it came to me being with Daisy.

No, I was more like a bulldozer, blasting my way into her life—and hopefully, her heart.

Daisy and I haven’t spoken about what the future looks like, but I’ll do whatever it takes to keep her.

I don’t think anything in the world could ever come before her now. Not even my badge.

“You were right, Pa. She’s my one,” I admit. “Knew it the second I saw her, and unless I’ve completely misread the situation, she feels the same.”

“Glad to hear it, Son, because I want to keep her.”

I laugh. “Me, too. She could do with a family.”

“She’s got one now, Son. She’s got one now.”

Work is busy after the snowstorm. Everything is mostly back to normal, but there’s plenty of paperwork to keep me occupied until it’s time to go pick Daisy up. We’ve been apart for eight hours and twenty-seven minutes, and I need back inside her.

She lets out a little shriek as she sees me walk into The Hideout, running at me and throwing herself into my arms. If I’d had any doubts about her feelings for me, that greeting has blown them away.

“Missed you, sweet thing,” I mutter, burying my nose in her neck and inhaling her coconut scent.

My cock is instantly hard, which is a problem, as there are other patrons in the bar. But I can’t bring myself to give a fuck at the curious stares. My woman is in my arms, and that’s all I care about.

“Missed you, too, cupcake,” she says, grinning up at me.

“Wanna get out of here?” I growl.

“Yes, please,” she replies breathlessly. “Take me home, Dray.”

I gaze down at her. “Just to be clear, when you say home?—"

“I mean your place,” she confirms.

I glance across at Dad, who’s behind the bar, grinning from ear to ear, before my gaze returns to Daisy. “ Our place, if that’s what you want?”

“Oh, I want,” she replies, her honey-brown eyes sparkling with joy and something else, something profound.

We make it back to the house in record time. I’ve barely got Daisy through the door before I’m on her like a starving man. I take her mouth in a deep, hard kiss, reminding her, and myself, that she belongs to me .

Daisy starts pulling at the buttons of my uniform, yanking the shirt from my pants. “I can’t wait, Dray. I need you inside me,” she moans, sliding her hand inside my pants and pulling my cock out. She wraps her hand around it and begins to stroke me.

“Fuck,” I grunt, throwing my head back as her fingers dance over my rock-hard shaft.

She releases me, wriggling out of her jeans, and my mouth waters as I see her bare pussy.

“No panties, baby?” I growl, turned on beyond belief.

She pouts. “You ripped the only pair I had, remember?”

“So, I did,” I nod, remembering what came next. “We need to get you a new wardrobe, sweet thing.”

“Or, we could stay naked the whole time,” she suggests, tugging her sweater over her head and unclipping her bra.

My eyes fall to her luscious tits with their fat, pink nipples. “Works for me,” I reply, stripping out of my pants and boxers.

Daisy turns with a giggle and heads up the stairs, but I catch her midway, flipping her onto her back. I grab her leg and hook it over my arm, opening her up to me, and her laughter turns to needy moans.

My eyes fall between her legs, and I see her juices shining between her thighs. She’s already so fucking wet for me. “Fuck, your pussy is begging for it. You need my cock, baby?”

“I need you ,” she whimpers, wriggling underneath me.

“You got me. Every part of me,” I promise, dipping my head and kissing her hard.

“I love you, Dray,” she sighs into my mouth. “I know it’s too soon, but it doesn’t make it any less true.”

I pull back to look at her, searching her golden eyes. “Love you, too, sweet thing. Knew the moment I saw you that you were the one for me. You’re my soulmate.”

Daisy spears her hands through my hair, tugging my head down for her kiss. I notch my cock against her entrance. “Eyes on me,” I mutter against her mouth.

Her beautiful eyes snap open, heavy with lust, and we both groan as I slide inside her. Her position above me on the stairs allows me to go deep, and I almost blow my load as her silken heat envelops me.

“God, you’re so fucking tight,” I moan. Forcing myself to hold still, I start reciting times tables in my head, so I don’t come straight away—I need my woman to come first.

I position her so her clit drags against my cock as I pull back and thrust into her, hitting her G-spot with each pass.

It doesn't take long. I don’t know if it's acknowledging our feelings for each other or being away from each other all day, but within seconds, her little cunt is pulsing around me as she shouts her orgasm.

I quickly follow her, my cock jerking inside her repeatedly as I spill my seed into her womb.

I grip her hips tightly, rutting into her hard as my orgasm washes over me.

Daisy chants my name over and over, and her cunt clamps down, making sure it sucks every drop from me. Fuck, I love her greedy little pussy.

“God, I love you,” I rasp, collapsing against her breasts.

She smooths her hands through my sweaty hair. “Love you, too, baby. Never knew what it was like to be loved until you. You make me feel whole. Not sure how I got so lucky.”

“I’m the lucky one,” I murmur, and she shivers as I dart my tongue out to lick her nipple. “Come on, woman. I’m not done with you yet.”

“What are you doing?” Daisy squeals as I scoop her up in my arms and carry her through to the bedroom, tossing her on the bed.

“Making love to my future wife and mother of my children,” I reply, my eyes roving over her soft curves as she lies sprawled on the bed.

She raises a blonde eyebrow. “Your future wife, huh? Don’t you think you should ask me first?”

“I will, once I’ve put you into an orgasm coma. Less chance you’ll turn me down.”

“An orgasm coma? Is that really a thing?” she chuckles.

I grin. “Let’s find out.”

As it turns out, there is such a thing. And she doesn’t turn me down.