Daisy | Simon Riley

|24| Explicit Content 18+

The alarm on her phone went off, rousing her from her sleep to let her know her shift would begin soon.

The night before, Price had decided they would speak to each prisoner, parring the group down until they could identify who might have been in charge of the bunker. They'd made quick work of it; finding three that seemed important; the one who wiped his computer, the one who was yelling in the containment truck, and a third who she hadn't run into yet.

With that organized, they'd broken the next twenty-four hours into shifts and tasks; either interviewing prisoners, interviewing the three in charge—who'd been moved into segregated cells in lock up—and looking through the tech that they'd found in the bunker.

That was her task.

All of their computers had been transferred to their office where her and Parker would be exporting files and searching them. Prisoners were being questioned before getting sent to base for further holding—with instructions from Price to treat them as civilians.

Sometime that night the 141 would ship out, and the whole process would begin again in the morning until they had the answers they needed.

After tapping the alarm off, she rolled onto her back before an arm snaked around her waist to pull her closer.

"You sleep alright?" Ghost asked into her hair, voice gravelly thanks to the sleep he was still half-held by.

She nodded as she turned to look at him. "Six hours is more than I usually get," she mumbled. "You?"

"Good," he hummed, eyes still closed.

Her hand grabbed his wrist, squeezing gently, "Come on, we should get ready."

"We have lots of time," he argued, his fingers tightening on her waist.

"Ghost, come on."

"Daisy, keep still."

"Who knew you were such a sook in the morning," she leaned into him.

He finally opened his eyes, catching her with a warning look. "I'm not a sook or whatever you're sayin', I just want to stay in bed longer. Some of us aren't ass-kissers who want to be early for shift."

"Thought we'd get something to eat," she explained pointedly.

"I eat quick."

"Alright, well you can shove your food down your throat as quickly as you want, I'm going to get ready," she stated, pushing to sit up.

But his hand pulled her back down, trapping her within his sweatshirt clad arms. "You should stay."

"Such a sook," she whispered teasingly. "You need me to help you wake up?"

"What are you going to do? Pour water on me?" he grumbled. "You do that and you're in for an ass-chewing."

She rolled her eyes, shifting so her legs straddled him. "That's not what I was thinking."

His eyes flashed and his hands loosened. "What were you thinkin' then?"

She moved her hips against his, encouraging his morning wood to stiffen more beneath her. "Something quick," she said, inching down his body. The covers were pushed back as she stopped above his hips, his dick already tenting beneath his sweatpants.

"You go right ahead, sweet girl," he encouraged with a sly smile.

She took the permission and palmed him through the fabric, teasing slightly before she tugged down his pants and boxers, tracing her hands up and down his dick before finally bringing her tongue to his head. Beneath her, Ghost sucked in a breath before releasing an airy groan as she began moving up and down.