Discovering Daisy Read Online Sloane Kennedy (The Protectors #11.5)

Categories Genre: BDSM, Erotic, M-M Romance, Romance Tags Authors: Series: The Protectors Series by Sloane Kennedy
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Total pages in book: 53
Estimated words: 50710 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 254(@200wpm)___ 203(@250wpm)___ 169(@300wpm)
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“What happened to your mom?” I asked.

“She moved in with the fucker I nearly killed. They found her body in the river a few months later. Ruled it an accident – said she was drunk and fell into the water or some shit like that. The guy she was with died about a month before I was released – he was driving drunk and ran his car into a tree. When I got out, I was sent here to Arkansas to live with my great-aunt.” He looked around the room. “This was her house. She left it to me when she passed a couple years later.”

“I’m sorry, Cash,” I whispered.

He shrugged. “I got off easy,” he said quietly as he looked down at Sage.

I wasn’t so sure he had, but I didn’t say that.

“Daisy,” he murmured.

I looked up to find he was looking at me.

“Why us?” he asked gently. “Why did you want to stay with us instead of Ronan?”

I felt my chest constrict as the air seemed to get knocked out of me like it had when he’d landed on top of me during the shooting in my apartment.

I could have lied and spouted some bullshit about how I felt safer with them because they’d saved my life, but doing that would cheapen what Cash had done. He’d held nothing back. He’d exposed his and Sage’s pasts, even though he’d been under no obligation to do so. He’d accepted my rush to judgement about his and Sage’s dynamic and had still taken the time to explain something to me that wasn’t any of my business in the first place.

My fingers were resting on Cash’s. When I didn’t respond, he didn’t pressure me, but he did move his thumb so he could brush it back and forth over my knuckles. The move made something that was cold inside of me start to loosen and thaw. With every slide of his rough skin, I began to feel warm.

I began to feel like I was exactly where I was supposed to be.

“That,” I whispered as I motioned to his finger. He stilled briefly as his eyes dropped to where we were touching, then resumed the gentle caress.

I forced my eyes up. “Ronan would have made me feel safe, but you and Sage, you make me feel… more. And I haven’t felt much in a really long time.” I let my eyes skate over the peaceful expression on Sage’s face. “He makes me smile like no one else can. And you” – I looked Cash directly in the eye – “see me like no one else does. I don’t know how or why, but you do… you saw it that night in the motel room after the wedding and you didn’t let me run from it. And you saw it again after the shooting. You knew what I needed without needing to ask.”

I realized the way I’d said the words came out like more of a question.

“Yes,” Cash murmured.

“Why?” I asked. “You and Sage are together. I can tell how much you love each other. But that night in the motel, you included me… was it… was it just to get off or something?”

Cash’s finger briefly stopped, then suddenly he was turning my hand over. He began trailing patterns over my palm.

“No,” he finally admitted. “Sage and I have brought other people into our bed on occasion.”

I stilled at that because it was the last thing I’d been expecting to hear. That warmth inside of me began to fade and I started to pull my hand back, but Cash must have known what I was going to do because he carefully closed his fingers around mine. “You were different, Daisy. You always have been.”

I stopped trying to escape him and held his gaze as he continued.

“The people we bring to our bed – it’s not about them. It’s about heightening this thing Sage and I have between us. We both need that power play in our daily lives, but in bed, it’s different. It’s a place we can push the boundary a bit. It’s almost like the other person doesn’t exist. They become a tool for our own sexual pleasure. I know how that must make us seem to you, but he and I never have and never will be saints. And we make it clear to the person joining us that it’s only about sex. That they won’t be a part of our lives and that it isn’t anything more than a one-time thing. Call it a kink, call it perverted or deviant, call it whatever you want… it works for us.”

“I wouldn’t,” I cut in before he could continue. I made sure he was looking at me before I added, “I don’t claim to completely understand, but if tonight has taught me anything, it’s that just because I don’t understand something, that doesn’t make it wrong. I’m sorry if I made it seem like that even for a second, Cash.”


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