78. Zayne
CHAPTER 78
Zayne
M y thumb rubs circles on the denim as Delaney laughs at something Devyn said. I’m barely paying attention to the conversation.
Instead, I’m tingling with anticipation over how well she gets along with my friends, who I consider my family. She seamlessly fits in, like she’s always been a part of our group.
My gaze latches with Jaxson’s. He nods, raising his glass in a slight toast, a slight smirk on his face.
I was wrong about her.
There’s no doubt where Delaney’s loyalty lies. The way she attacked her brother to save Stryker spoke volumes.
But it’s how she looks at me, with love, respect, devotion, and possessiveness, that fills me with a sense of security.
Delaney is mine, and I’m hers.
We’re almost finished with dinner when Delaney turns to me, panicking. “You didn’t happen to grab any of my bags from the cabin, did you?”
“No. Why?”
She closes her eyes and exhales a breath. “My mom gave me evidence against my father. The pictures resemble something my fifth graders would have given me. She instructed me to use clues from my childhood, things she asked me to keep secret, to figure it out.”
Devyn and Ryker exchange a look. “Where is it?”
“It’s in a folder inside a duffle bag in my closet. The only thing on the top shelf.”
“We’ll get it.” Devyn is already getting to her feet, Ryker right behind her.
“Seriously?”
“Yes. It’s no problem. No one in Green Haven knows us. Do you have your phone?”
I reach into my pocket and hand Delaney a new iPhone. “I had to get rid of your old one in case they were tracking you. All your contacts and photos are in the new one.”
“You spoil me.” Her smile is wide as she stares at it. “Is my number still the same?”
“No, I had it changed.” Leaning over her, I pull up a new text message and start typing Devyn. When her name pops up, I say, “Type her a message so she has your number.”
“Is everyone’s number in here?” She gestures at those seated at the table.
“What do you think?”
“Yes, because you’re obsessed with my safety and well-being.”
I wink at her. “You’re a smart woman, minx.”
“Your nickname is so cute. Ryker calls me blue jay.” Devyn’s phone beeps with a text. “Adding you to my contacts now, Delaney.”
“Awesome. That’s an adorable nickname.”
She smiles up at Ryker. “I love it. My eyes are the same color as the bird. Hence the nickname.”
I slide my arm over Delaney’s shoulders. “She’s my minx because she’s beautiful, clever, and a little troublemaker.”
“I’m not a troublemaker.” She slaps my thigh with a laugh.
“Mmm. Keep hitting me. I like it.” I wink at her, and she rolls her eyes, but there’s a smile on her face.
She turns her attention to Devyn and Ryker. “Thank you for doing this. I appreciate it.”
“No need to thank us. You’re part of the family now.” Ryker grins at her before his eyes move to mine. “I’ have my phone if you need anything.”
I nod, and they turn and leave.
“How about a tour? Then we can watch a movie with these two.” I nod at Stryker and Jaxson. “Stryker, you look tired. Why don’t you lie on the recliner? I’ll have my staff bring you some water and your pills.”
“I’ll help him there. You two enjoy your tour.” Jaxson stands, moving over to Stryker, who sits across from Delaney. He meets her gaze and winks. “I have plenty of stories to tell you later about Zayne.”
I scowl at him. “Shut up, asshole.”
My minx laughs. “I look forward to it.”
An hour later, Delaney lies between my legs on the recliner, her back resting against my chest. I smirk at her movie choice—Halloween—as I feed her some popcorn.
“One of my favorite movies,” I whisper in her ear.
“I figured you’d approve.”
A snore comes from Jaxson. He’s lying on the couch, fast asleep. Stryker fell asleep as soon as the movie started.
I set the bowl of popcorn aside. One of my hands slides between Delaney’s legs while the other cups her breast over her sweater.
“What are you doing?” Her head falls back against my chest as my hands continue teasing her.
“Giving you a massage.”
“Jaxson and Stryker are here.”
“Yeah. They’re asleep.” My hand dips beneath her sweater, gliding over her stomach and to her bra.
“Mmm. You have magical hands.”
I grin before leaning forward and kissing her. “I’ll bet your pussy is soaked, watching Michael Myers stalk Laurie. Just like I stalked you.”
Her breathing is ragged. She spreads her legs wider.
My hand leaves her breast, moving to her jeans. After I unbutton and unzip them, my hand slides down and into her panties.
She moans again, so I kiss her to keep her quiet. I groan against her lips as I slip two fingers inside her. She’s fucking soaked.
“Lemme make you come again, minx. Just relax and forget anyone is here. Concentrate only on the feeling,” I murmur against her mouth.
“There are guests here?” Her voice is teasing.
I grin. “Good girl.”
Covering her mouth with mine, my fingers move in and out of her in a teasing rhythm, slowly building her pleasure before my thumb circles her clit.
“So fucking wet,” I whisper against her lips.
“Please, Zayne.” Her legs shake against mine.
My fingers quicken, my thumb circling her clit harder, driving her to the edge. I shove my tongue inside her mouth to prevent her noises from waking anyone as she convulses around my fingers, her tight pussy squeezing them as she comes.
When she’s finished, she sags against me.
Breaking the kiss, I pull my fingers from inside her, then shove them into my mouth, sucking her juices from them. Her eyes heat as she watches me.
“You taste sweet, minx. My own decadent dessert.”
Her lips part, and her tongue darts out, licking her bottom lip. “I’m gonna suck your cock tonight like I’ve never sucked it before.”