Chapter 10 #3
“Tell me what you need,” he says, his breath puffing against my skin.
“More,” I pant, and he curls his fingers around my core.
“Tell me, princess,” he says.
“Don’t stop,” I babble as the heat between my legs turns to a burn and I arch once more, staring at the sky.
His mouth drops back to my breast while he grinds his palm against me.
Sweet, beautiful pleasure flows through me in waves while the crystals forming in the cool air, cover us in a winter blanket.
The beautiful vista matches the thrum in my heart telling me this is beyond special, and I smile.
It’s only as I come back down that I sense his tension, and I turn to him, feeling inexplicably shy.
His eyes glow with an inner flame when I meet his gaze and move my hand down to his stomach, secretly thrilled when he shudders under my touch.
I’m just looking down in anticipation when cool air greets me, and he moves away, leaving me to shiver on the blanket, wet from the new snow.
What just happened?
While I stare dumbly, he pushes to his feet and holds out his hand, saying, “C’mon.”
Confused, I allow him to pull me up and stand silently while he grabs the blanket before pointing to the trail we took to get here.
Pressing my hand against my churning stomach, I follow his lead and once back at the bike, I climb on at his direction in a daze.
It’s achingly silent between us and I don’t know what to do or say to ease the tension, turning instead to the winter vista on the way home.
Did I do something wrong?
My only previous experience was with Micah, and he was so eager that I never stopped to wonder about me, but Maddox seemed to like it.
Right?
Except what grown ass man would refuse to have the favor returned otherwise?
I’m thoroughly confused and fighting back the brutal burn of humiliation when we pull up to the trailer and I dismount.
Doing my best to avoid his gaze, I look up when he taps the helmet, his lips curving into his trademark devilish smile, complete with that fucking dimple.
Unfortunately, his eyes are prohibitively cool as I hand him the helmet before he tips my chin and says, “The other day…the cop…”
“Peter?”
“Yeah, Peter. How do you know him, princess?”
Confused by the trajectory of this conversation and how he can be so distant after what transpired between us, I shake my head but mumble, “He’s my stepdad.”
I’m guessing this was the wrong answer when he clenches his jaw and looks away.
Ignoring the burn in my chest, I bow my head until he touches my cheek. “Delaney?”
Shivering under the gentle caress, I don’t answer because I’m not sure that I’m ready for whatever else he has to say.
“You’re beautiful.”
Despite the compliment, I sense a “but” in there somewhere and I muster a smile that fades when he says, “We can’t be friends.”
Friends? What? Friends? What the hell does that mean?
“Why?” I whisper after swallowing back the lump in my throat.
“We’re not like other people, princess,” he says gazing over my shoulder, his brows furrowed, “and your stepdad would shit a brick if he found out you were with me.”
He’s not saying anything that isn’t true but…
“I’m not Peter,” I say and his lip curves as he pushes a strand of hair behind my ear.
“You might as well be,” he says before turning to his bike, revving the engine, and accelerating down the street.
Maddox
The snow swirls around her body as I turn away. My lips still taste like her skin and my fingers itch to explore her deeper.
Her sweet little moans and sexy sighs rebound around my brain, and I adjust my hard-on as I rev my bike.
I like you.
I’m not sure that I will ever forget the way her eyes glistened when she spoke of her brother and while my throat burned to share my loss, I couldn’t get the words past the lump lodged there.
It was a mistake to take the pretty little cheerleader anywhere but home. How could I resist though when she looked at me with those achingly sad blue-gray eyes?
It’s been a long time since I’ve felt anything but this cloying sense that time is going by while the fucker who killed my mom walks free.
With Delaney I can breathe. She’s a much-needed distraction from the other shit painting my life in shades of darkness.
She’s so fucking sweet too. It’s like she’s never seen the world before and part of me wants to be the one who gives it to her—a stupid notion because I’m just a man and a biker at that.
I can’t give Delaney anything but a good time. As it stands, her being affiliated with me brings danger to her door, thoughts of which send a chill down my spine.
Delaney is a nice distraction but she’s not a sweet butt. I can’t take what I want with the expectation that she’ll be fine when it ends there.
Especially knowing she’s related to the pig who looked me over like I was dirt on his shoe.
She’s not mine and for all I know, she’s in bed with that asshole. I don’t mean that sexually, but the insinuation makes me wince.
It was suspicious to begin with—the pretty cheerleader and my goth as fuck sister.
Does he know she’s been hanging out with the Saints?
This is bad fucking news. Delaney may be pure and beautiful, but I’d rather stick my dick in Bambi, the patch whore who’s constantly on my ass.
One wrong move, at least from Delaney’s perspective, would have the pigs at my door.
Yeah, I ain’t going down that road.
This is why I pulled back when she reached for me…as much as I would have liked to slide between those thighs.
However, I couldn’t resist when she licked my lower lip. I’m only fucking human.
Now the image of her pretty lips parted as those glistening eyes blinked up when she orgasmed haunt me.
Pushing back the need that fills my soul, I drive away, but this time, the ride doesn’t soothe me and I’m still fucking hard when I roll up to the clubhouse and Pops greets me at the door with a frown.
It doesn’t take a genius to know why. There’s a police cruiser parked in the lot and sandwiched between the bikes.
Jesus, it’s been twenty fucking minutes. Delaney sure acted fast.
Ignoring the sting filling my throat, I follow when Pops nods toward the gate.
Once we’ve stepped through, I’m not surprised to find Delaney’s stepfather, but I do pause at the sight of Officer Ben Montrose, Rose's dad.
Although she has no true affiliation with us, as Wolf’s half-sister, the asshole cop spends far too much time sniffing around.
This just keeps getting better and better. Delaney’s pig stepdad is partnered with Ben.
Fuck me. Does she know she’s surrounded by a buncha snakes?
Her sweet smile flashes over my vision and I shake my head. There’s no way she knows about their crooked ways. No fucking way.
However, she was quick to bitch me out to him after our little rendezvous.
Maybe she’s as rotten as they are.
“Son, this is Officer Peter Jones,” Pops says, ignoring Ben altogether.
Ben snorts his displeasure while Peter meets my gaze, his eyes narrowed.
Oh, this is gonna be fun. If this dick wants to take this too far, fine but I’ll remind him that she squirmed in my arms all fucking night long.
Pulling up a smirk, I cross my arms as Peter asks, “You’re Maddox Montgomery?”
“Yep.”
His brows flicker before he looks down at the notepad in his hand. “You know Darcy McCray?”
Huh? Momentarily derailed, I drop my hands.
Darcy? Why the fuck are they asking about Darcy?
My skin itches and I glance sideways at Pops. We got word that Darcy might have seen Margie before she disappeared, but we haven’t had a chance to track her down and ask.
Don’t matter what I know though, I’ll never let this fucker think he’s got one over on me and I scratch my chin before saying, “Who?”
“Darcy McCray,” he asks again, drilling me with his stare. “You know her?”
Oh ho, little piggy thinks he’s a tough guy. Bring it. I ain’t afraid of this cop.
“Nope,” I say with an exaggerated shrug, grinning when his partner stiffens.
“This is serious shit, fucknut,” Ben barks. “How about you answer the question?”
Meeting his dark stare, I cock my head. I know how much it drives this fucker crazy when we don’t react to his nonsense.
Little Piggy likes to think he’s in charge.
“I said, no.”
I feel Pops’ displeasure swirling around us like the snow now falling in fat flakes from the sky and when Peter reaches into his breast pocket, I stiffen but it’s just a photo of Darcy.
Her dark hair shines in the sunlight while her warm smile lights up the camera. She’s standing in front of a statue, with her arms stretched wide and my stomach sinks.
What’s going on?
“This her?” I ask, my mind swirling with the possibilities.
“Darcy worked at Salty’s,” Peter says.
“So.” Scratching my head, I think back to the last few times I was there but all I see is Delaney in her sexy little uniform.
This I don’t say, and I admit I’m relieved that this isn’t about her, which I refuse to analyze because Delaney isn’t welcome here anymore. Not that she ever was and now I have to drill that into my sister’s stubborn head.
“Darcy is missing,” Peter says, and Pops goes rigid beside me.
Missing? These fuckers trying to pin something on me? Fuck them.
“Missing?” Pops says.
“Yep,” Ben sneers. “You know anything now?”
I roll my eyes his way before glancing at Peter, who raises his hand toward Ben, his jaw ticking and says, “The last time she was seen was at the diner on November third. When we retraced the last few days of customers around that time, you came up.”
I’m assuming this is based on eyewitness shit because I always pay cash. Maybe Delaney’s setting me up after all?
“Look,” I say. “I get coffee there sometimes and we like the pie.”
Grinning with all my teeth, I wait for him to get the double-entendres.
Bingo.
His jaw tightens and he says stiffly, “So you don’t recall this waitress?”
“Nope, not that one,” I say and Pops eyes me strangely but doesn’t comment as Peter tucks his notepad away and pulls out a business card.
“If you think of anything…”
I merely stare at his hand until he sighs and says, “Look, I’m just trying to find out what happened to an innocent woman.”
With that he steps past me, and I turn to watch him go. Fuck me. I hope this isn’t related to Margie.
When Ben shoves my shoulder as he too leaves, I curl my hand into a fist to keep from punching him in the head because I don’t have time for a trip downtown.
As soon as they’re gone, I turn to Pops and say, “What the fuck is going on?”
As soon as the cops left, we called church. Although I know better, I’m hoping that the questioning was based on my presence at the diner and now that they’ve asked and I had no answers, they’ll leave me the fuck alone.
I’m still racking my brain regarding Darcy when Romeo steps through the door and it all falls into place. Romeo fucked the spunky waitress who brought us pie.
Was he the last one to see her? If so, this could be bad news for my brother.
I know to my bones that Romeo would never hurt a woman. So, what happened to the waitress after he was done? Is there a connection between her and Margie?
It can’t be a coincidence that two women went missing in this small town. The question is…were they taken by the same scumbag and if so…why?
“Okay, okay,” Pops says, and I raise my head.
If there is a link between her and Margie’s murder, we may finally get some answers but with the cops sniffing around, it just got ten times harder.
As for Delaney and our interlude in the woods, I push that shit to the back of my mind.
Maybe I jumped to conclusions, but the little ex-cheerleader is still someone that doesn’t belong and if Draven is too stubborn to see the light, it’s up to me to keep an eye out, or so I tell myself.
Later, I’m tinkering outside when Draven walks by. Although hours have passed since my altercation with the pig, I’m still stewing over it.
Beyond the asshole questioning me about Darcy, I keep circling back around to Delaney.
“Hey,” I say, and Draven stiffens before slowly turning around.
“What?” she grumbles.
Her prickly attitude gets on my last nerve, and I bark, “You know that Delaney chick is in bed with cops?”
“So?” she says with a shrug.
“So?”
Is she for real? Did we grow up in the same fucking place or what?
“We don’t need that shit around here, Dray,” I say, and her eyes drop to my fingers curled into fists.
Finally, she says, “Who fucking cares? It’s not like she’s a super-secret spy. She’s just trying to live like the rest of us.”
Are you fucking kidding me?
Snorting, I toss the wrench in my hand to the ground and mutter, “Cuz, your life is so bad?”
“Yes, you ass,” she says, stomping her foot, “and I bet Delaney is getting the same fucking third degree right about now. The only difference is I’m the chick whose daddy is a lawless fucking biker.”