60. Delaney
CHAPTER 60
Delaney
I ’m fuming as I stomp toward the bookstore.
I have no idea why I’m heading there. The only thing I can think of is that I’m searching for a way to feel closer to my mom, and the bookstore was our favorite place to go when I was a kid.
When I walk through the door, a shriek comes out of a much older Mrs. Robinson. “Oh my gosh. If it isn’t Delaney Warner.” The tiny white-haired woman barrels toward me, hugging me tightly.
Tears course down my cheeks as I return her hug with equal enthusiasm.
“Miss Delaney. It’s so good to see you again.” She pulls back, her hands wrapping around my arms. “Why are you crying?”
I shake my head, forcing a watery smile as I swipe at my tears. “I’m sorry.”
“Don’t apologize, dear. Come. Tell me what’s wrong.” She pulls me to an overstuffed chair by the fireplace and sits across from me.
For a few long moments, the silence stretches between us. I avoid her eyes until she says, “Delaney, please talk to me.”
Her genuine concern causes the words to tumble out of me. I tell her about my mom’s accident, leaving out the part where I suspect my father instigated it. I confess that he won’t allow me to see her, leading her to believe it’s punishment for leaving town. Her words, not mine.
Then I tell her how lonely I feel. With my mom hospitalized, my best friend in another state, and living deep in the woods, I’m isolated from everyone.
“I’m sorry, sweetie. If it weren’t slow, I’d offer you a job here.”
I wave my hand dismissively. “I don’t intend to be in town for long. Once my mom is well enough that I can leave, I need to return to teaching my fifth graders.”
A woman and her little girl enter the store. I clear my throat, needing a place to be alone. “Romance books still upstairs?”
Mrs. Robinson nods. “The far back room has dark romance.”
I pretend to give her a shocked look. “Mrs. Robinson.” I wink at her to show I’m teasing.
“I may be old, but I’m not dead.”
I laugh as I take the old wooden stairs to the second floor, the steps groaning and creaking beneath my weight. I head to the back room, my fingers running over the shelves as I look at the titles.
I spot a few paperbacks on the top shelf that catch my attention. I look around, grabbing a small step stool. Carrying it over, I climb up and pull the first book from the shelf to read the blurb. Deciding to buy it, I tuck it beneath my arm and grab another one.
The lights flicker, startling me. I grip the shelf, looking around the room. It stops, so I shrug before returning to my perusal.
“Delaney,” I hear Mrs. Robinson call out.
“Hold on.” I climb off the stool and hurry to the top of the stairs. “Are you okay?”
“Yes. I need to run to the bank and get some change. I’m going to lock the doors until I return. It’ll only take me about fifteen minutes or so. You okay here?”
“Of course. I’m still deciding what to get.” I hold up the two books in my hands.
“Take your time.” She waves, locking the front door behind her.
I head to the back room, returning to my spot on the stool. Grabbing another book from the shelf, I’m reading the blurb when the lights flicker again.
Annoyance flickers through me as my gaze lifts from the book, but it quickly changes to fear. I gasp. The Michael Myers mask-wearing man stands a few feet away. He’s wearing jeans and a hoodie, and goddamn, the clothing doesn’t hide those muscles.
Suddenly, I’m plunged into darkness as the lights go off.
My breathing is heavy and ragged. Panic causes my heart to palpitate. Jesus. Get down and run.
My foot slips, and I scream as I fall. Before I can hit the floor, strong arms catch me. The scent of pine and the outdoors clings to his skin. I look up into his masked face, the white standing out in the darkness.
“Hi, gorgeous.” He takes the books from my hands and sets them on the shelf before pulling me to my feet. “It’s cute you’re falling for me, but I’d rather you get on your?—”
I jab my elbow into his stomach and take off running.
He curses and laughs, his heavy footsteps behind me. The heeled boots on my feet slow me down and give my location away.
Because it’s dark, I cut the corner short and yelp as I run into the edge of a bookcase. That’s gonna leave a bruise.
I look over my shoulder, expecting him to be behind me.
I’m stunned when I crash right into him, his strong hands like a vise clamping on my arms.
“You can’t escape me, gorgeous.” His face moves closer, his voice right beside my ear. “I’ll bet that pussy is soaked.”
My breath is heaving from my lungs, fear and excitement coursing through my veins. “No, it’s not.”
He grabs my hair, tugging my head back and making me wince. “Don’t lie to me.” He spins me around, pinning my arms behind my body and between his. His hand slides beneath my leather jacket and the fabric of my thin sweater, cupping my breast. Goosebumps erupt on my skin from his touch. “Mmm… your nipple is hard.”
“Your hand is cold.” It’s a feeble excuse, but I use it anyway.
“Liar.” He releases my hands from behind my back, his raspy mechanical voice whispering in my ear. “I’ll prove it.”
In a flash, he has my jeans unbuttoned and unzipped, his hand sliding into my panties. He kicks my legs wider, and I can’t help the moan that escapes me when he begins teasing my clit before his fingers slide to my entrance.
“Mmmm… your pussy is soaked, Delaney.”
I suck in a breath, trying to find the strength to fight him. “Y-You know my name?”
“Of course.” He slides a finger inside me, and I whimper. “I moan your name every time I’m jacking off to your photo. The one I took after I carried you to your bed.” The mask is right beside my ear. “After I ate your pussy until you were so weak you couldn’t walk.”
He adds another finger while his thumb circles my clit. Like a fucking dumbass, instead of fighting him, I drag his other hand to my breast, my head falling back against his chest.
The moan that leaves his lips nearly makes me feral. “That’s it, gorgeous. Ride my fucking hand.”
I moan, not even aware of my hips rotating in a circle, enjoying the hell out of his very adept fingers. “Fuck, that feels good.”
He rubs his masked face against the side of mine. “I could do this all day and night, ending with my cock buried inside you, filling you with my cum.”
I whimper, spots dotting my vision as the orgasm barrels over me. My entire body is shaking from the force of it. My masked man stays with me through every aftershock until I’m finished.
“Suck my cock, gorgeous.” He pulls his hands from my pants, then spins me around, shoving me to my knees.
There’s a voice inside my head that tells me to run, but another one that argues I’m overdue to return the favor.
The cold wooden floor seeps through the denim as he pulls his large cock free of his jeans. My hand wraps around it, stroking it, my eyes adjusting to the darkness.
I stroke him from base to tip, my thumb swirling the precum leaking from the tip. Then I lean forward, my tongue darting out, tasting it. I moan at his salty, slightly musky taste, sliding him deeper into my mouth. His hands wind through my hair as he thrusts his hips, sliding his cock deeper.
“Fuck, that’s good.” He pulls out slightly, and I take a breath before he does it again. My tongue swirls around the underside, feeling the vein running along his length. His head falls back, his hands tightening in my hair. “Yeah, baby. That mouth of yours is so fucking good.”
I pull out, sucking the tip, before shoving him deep again.
“Fuck yeah.” His fingers massage my scalp. “Do that again.”
I happily oblige, sucking him even deeper, cutting off my oxygen. His loud moans turn me on, and I become desperate to hear them.
Sucking him harder and faster, he curses before he rasps, “Baby, you’re gonna make me come.”
I moan around his length, sucking him deeper.
He releases a throaty chuckle. “Well, okay then. You asked for it.” He pulls back, then begins fucking my face hard. A mixture of tears and saliva flows down my chin.
Fuck, what is this man doing to me? I’m on my knees like a whore in a bookstore, being choked by his cock, and loving it.
“Oh, goddamn, woman. You give one helluva blow job.” He fucks me faster, my jaw aching. I moan at the compliment seconds before his hand wraps around my throat. “Swallow every fucking drop.”
Then he rams his cock into my throat, squeezing slightly as he spurts down my throat.
I’m drowning from the amount of cum sliding down my throat. The edges of my vision blur before he pulls out, his hand releasing my throat.
I suck in gulps of air, coughing.
“Better keep my cum down, or I’ll have to fuck your face and make you swallow again.”
I glare up at him, ready to tell him to fuck off.
His large hand cups my face. “You’re so fucking gorgeous when you’re pissed.”
Releasing my face, he pulls a wallet from his back pocket and opens it. Grabbing my hand, he stuffs a wad of cash in my palm. “Here. Buy every book you want.”
Then he spins around and walks away.
As his footsteps trail away, I stare down at my hand in shock. The lights come back on, and I blink rapidly.
Climbing to my feet, I hurriedly button and zip my pants before rushing after him. “What the hell? Do you want me to buy the whole store?”
He’s standing at the top of the stairs. His masked face turns to me, and he chuckles. “If you want.” Then he dashes down the stairs and turns the corner, disappearing.
My head lowers, and I slowly count the money. Christ, there’s a thousand dollars here.
A wry smile curls my lips as I shake my head. Did I blow a masked man for book money? I shrug, a smile curling my lips. Talk about being a book slut.