Daisy

We are standing so close I can smell his woody aftershave, his forearms are big and the veins pop, and that is without him even moving them although he is idly playing with his truck keys.

I want to reach out and feel his scruff on his chin, it's pretty damn sexy I can tell you that much. "He's going to become a fine horse, you picked well." Deacon tells me, all the while keeping his eyes on Dreamer.

"I don't know that I really picked him as much as literally fell in love with him the moment I saw him." Dreamer is still resting his head over my shoulder. I kind of feel bad that he is taken away from his mother, maybe he had been a while back. Who knows.

"Do we know what happened to his mother or anything, you know like a back story?"

Deacon shakes his head. "No idea, I can find out for you if you like." He glances at me, my breath hitches as his blue eyes making me pool, wondering what they'd look like when aroused. I bet they go a smoldering dark blue. I feel myself flush. Dreamer moves away and nudges my face before making his way back to his hay feed.

"I bought him some junior feed too. It's over there." Deacon moves his head and I can see a gigantic bag of feed in the corner of the stables. His black horse, Lady Night his black magic Arabian horse whinnies. "Ssh girl, don't be so jealous." He moves away from me to stroke her nose. I instantly feel cold, okay not cold as in freezing cold but his heat is removed from my side. I liked it. I can feel myself slightly wet from being in such close proximity to Deacon.

"Thank you, Deacon for everything. I can pay you back for the feed. Dreamer will take a little longer."

"Told you, he is a present."

"He's a pretty huge present in terms of presents, Deacon. Don't you think?"

"Not really." He doesn't miss a heartbeat but keeps his eyes now on Lady Night. "If you like someone you gift them and besides, how could I leave him there? I wanted to make sure he is with someone who is going to love him, take care of him and give him the best start in his life journey. Couldn't think of anyone else better than you, Daisy."

Oh, wow he is making me swoon. Just the sound of his deep and gravelly voice gets me. Butterflies are whizzing around like crazy in my stomach and I am pooling with a capital P.

I move closer to him. Dare I touch him? What would he do if I placed my hand on his? Frankly, I think I've had enough of this growing up nonsense where he sees me only as Logan's kid sister. It's not like Logan has ever scared Deacon away from me with that whole she's off limits kind of bullshit. Or has he? No, surely not Logan. I can't imagine him ever doing that with Deacon.

Deacon has always had a clean, good reputation. It's no secret he sees someone every now and then in Coppertown but he's discreet enough. I only know because Lottie told me some time ago and when I asked Logan if Deacon had a steady girlfriend, he'd told me no but that he has a girl on a casual basis in the next town. Fair enough I suppose, I mean it's not like I've never dated any guys.

Although, Saunder could be in the running. Okay, that's a lie. I like Saunder he is an honest guy maybe a bit too cocky for my liking. He's broad and good looking, a real rancher and I bet some girl is going to take his hand some day but it won't be me. I know it's mean to confess to, but I was only using him to try to make Deacon jealous.

I think I managed it. I inhale deeply as Deacon nuzzles Lady Night's nose. He doesn't move. Maybe he isn't aware how close I am to him now. I check on Dreamer, he's content munching away and then I stand right next to Deacon. His body tenses.

I move my hand onto his left hand which is on the stable door, his other hand is caressing Lady Night's face and neck. Am I jealous, can you even be jealous of a horse? No, but I sure as hell wish that big hand was stroking my face and neck. My panties are getting wetter, my stomach is in knots. I've never been a forward kind of girl before, but hell they say there is a first time for everything, right?

Deacon doesn't move his hand, the electricity is pulsing through my body like some kind of fire. The connection is out of the world, my heart is racing my mouth is dry and my clit is aching. It's been a while since I've had sex, months as it happens.

"Daisy, what are you doing?" He asks and looks at me, his pupils larger than before. "Don't do anything you may regret." His voice is a growl, I like it the sensation of warmth shoots through me. Those eyes, they are intense.

Slowly I move even closer and face him, he remains with his side to my front. I push into him. "Daisy, I'm warning you not to do anything, I won't be able to control myself." His voice is now a rasp. I kind of like that I am undoing him. Me, little Daisy undoing the marshal here in Willowbrook. It is one helluva turn-on.

"I don't want you to control yourself, Deacon. That's the whole point." He humpfs at me. "Let's be wild. I know you like me."

"Such a tease." He mutters. Am I? Okay, maybe but I am bored of waiting for this gorgeous man and he is all MAN not doing anything about our mutual attraction. Sometimes you gotta just take the bull by the horns. My panties are already wet.

He lowers his head down and turns more towards me. I move my body up against his hard stomach and chest and raise my head. He lowers his a fraction, our lips now just millimeters apart. I can smell coffee on him. Tilting my head backwards I wait for him to lower further so our lips can join. I am dying to have them on mine, I want to taste him, feel his wet tongue inside my mouth, teasing me. My breath quickens, my heart races more, and my clit I am telling you, is literally aching. I want to feel his fingers hook inside my tight jeans and find that warm place and delve right inside me.

"Daisy, last chance to tell me to stop." His voice is low, growly and so damn sexy.

"Hey anyone in there?" Deacon jumps back as if he has just had boiling water poured all over him.

He coughs. The arousal still evident all over his face. "Yeah, hey Logan." He shouts back. I hear steps coming towards us. Deacon moves further away and goes to stand at the next stable by his Appaloosa horse, Mitzi.

"There you are, thought I might find you here too, Daisy." Logan has a big grin on his face. "Thought I'd come check out this colt you've got yourself. Wow, he is something else." He stands with his hands on his narrow hips. I hope he cannot tell how flushed I am. It's not exactly dark inside the stable area since Deacon has lighting up.

"Yeah, isn't he just. Couldn't resist getting him for Daisy." Deacon informs him. Logan pats Deacon on the back.

"Well, Daisy you've got a lot of hard work in front of you, taking care of him and breaking him in when he's a bit older. How old is he and what did you call him?" I am still in shock from my almost kiss and Logan coming waltzing in. Cockblocker, honestly sometimes I could slap my older brother. He is totally unaware of what he has just come between. Argh.

"I called him, Dreamer. He's two."

"Nice. He's going to be a beauty no two ways about it." Logan turns to Deacon. "You want to have a beer? I've walked over. Sage is on the phone to her mother about wedding arrangements, then she's going to firm up the bookings at the cabin week after next. You still coming aren't you?"

"Sure." Deacon replies. "I'll be there. Wouldn't miss your joint stag and hen night for anything. It's going to be fun."

"Yeah, to be honest I am looking forward to the actual day of the wedding and then our honeymoon. This stress is killing me."

"Behave, Logan." I say. "You're not doing all the planning, Sage is."

"Hey, I'll have you know I've been involved with cake tasting, caterers and I am making her a platform out back to be married on with enough space for the band to play after the ceremony."

I roll my eyes, does he have any idea how stressful planning a wedding is. Sage has had to choose a dress, bridesmaid dresses, flowers, napkins, table covers, invites, balloons you name it she has done it. And whilst working full time at the practice that is now busier than before since they are taking in more patients from Coppertown and a couple of the other neighboring towns.

Logan pokes me in the stomach like he used to when we were kids. "Don't you roll those babies at me, Little Sis."

"Stop calling me that, we're grown up."

"You'll always be Little Sis." He chuckles, the skin around his eyes crinkles. He's a good looking fella my brother but calling me Little Sis, is going too far. Especially in front of Deacon. It'll make him run a mile from me.

"I'll have a cold one with you, Logan. Daisy?"

"No, I think I'll head home. Lottie can come get me so you can stay here with Logan." I tell him and whistle for Dreamer to come back over to me.

"Wait, did you come here with Deacon? Sorry, Bro. We can do beer another time."

"No, honestly, it's fine. You stay here and I'll message Lottie to come get me."

"Are you sure, only I am happy to take you home. Logan will be fine for half an hour by the time I get you there and come back myself."

"Yeah, no big deal." Big Bro says.

"It's fine." I don't want to be in the truck with Deacon on my own now, I feel embarrassed that I came on to him, and we were interrupted. Honestly, I want for the floor to open up so I can slip down into it. As I pull my mobile out of my back pocket, Dreamer is at the stable door. I give him a big hug and a kiss. "See you soon, Baby. I'll be back early in the morning."

"You want me to come get you in the morning?" Deacon asks. Logan starts to chuckle, I glare at him.

"What?" He asks. Like he doesn't know what. He's outright having fun at our expense. I feel exasperated and irritated on top of embarrassed.

My fingers move quickly over the mobile. Within seconds Lottie shoots me a message back to tell me she's on her way. "No, I'll drive myself, it'll be early, I am thinking I need to be here around six so I can spend time with Dreamer, give him a nice brush down then head back home for a shower and get ready to open up. We're having the fundraising last planning meeting tomorrow over breakfast at Bluebell's aren't we?" I ask of Logan.

"Yep, can't believe it'll be the last one before the event. Looking forward to it as usual. It always feels good to be doing something positive for the kids in town."

"Sure does." Deacon nods his head. "Right, let's go back to the cabin and I'll get us a couple of beers." I give Dreamer a huge, tight hug and a kiss again on the nose and follow behind the guys.

"So, are you growing a beard for the wedding or something?" I ask Logan noticing how it looks like he hasn't shaved for a week.

"Yeah, Sage likes a bit of scruff so I thought I'd oblige her. Personally, I'd like to shave the damn itchy shit off my face."

Deacon laughs, I watch as his Adam's apple bobs up and down, it's sexy. How can an Adam's apple even be sexy? Trust me, his is.

Lottie honks her horn fifteen minutes later, I leave the guys to their cold ones and hop in car. "Hey Girl. Did you have fun? Hey, wait why are you so flushed?"

"Just drive please Lottie and get me home."

"Did you and Deacon get it on in the stables? Please tell me you did."

I slap her leg playfully. "Nope." I pop the P. "I wanted to though. Lottie I was this close," I press my thumb and forefinger together leaving the tiniest of gaps. "and then Logan showed up, out of the blue." I slap my hand to my forehead.

Lottie laughs. "Better luck next time, maybe during the weekend away, you could slip into his room. That'd be something." Her laugher ripples through the car. Only, I don't think that's such a bad idea.