Chapter 14
Delaney
Somewhere in the middle of the night, I crack my lids when the door opens. After waiting for what felt like hours for Maddox to return, I finally laid down on the bed.
By the light in the hallway, I suspect it’s not Maddox who’s entered the room, which is confirmed when she turns, and I see a chick wearing next to nothing with her boobs hanging out of her top.
What fresh hell is this?
Inexplicably my heart burns at her presence but I push it away and wait for her next move.
Did Maddox send her? If so, he must have forgotten I was here.
Asshole.
Once the door is closed, I can’t see her, but the soft sound of her undressing reaches my ears, and I pray she’s not about to get in the bed with me.
No such luck, the mattress dips beside me and I inch away until she brushes my side, only to freeze, when she says, “What the fuck?”
I blink when she turns on the light and snarls, “Who the fuck are you?”
“Delaney,” I say dumbly, staring at her eyelashes.
I swear they flap when she blinks before she gets in my face, and I squeak because her bare boobs brush against my arm.
“I don't know which rock you crawled out from under, but you best go before Maddox finds you here,” she hisses.
The sheer insanity of the response I bite back brings me to reality and rolling from the bed, I say, “Look–”
“No, you look,” she snaps, following me.
I can’t help but to stare at her tits because well they’re huge and in my face but thankfully the door swings open and I’m spared the humiliation of further conversation.
“Bambi? What the fuck are you doing in here?” Maddox growls.
Bambi?
She turns and crosses her arms emphasizing the goods, and I acknowledge grudgingly that my own rack in no way compares to what she’s got going on.
“Waiting for you,” she says bitchily, and his brows drop over his eyes.
“Get out.”
“Maddox–”
“Out. You know I don’t like people in here,” he says, and her eyes slide to mine.
I look away, my face burning. Ha. Bitch.
“What about her?” she asks.
“None of your business,” he says and when she raises a brow, he grabs her arm, pushing her toward the door.
Ignoring her protests, he deposits her on the other side and says as he closes it, “She’s with me.”
This shouldn’t give me tingles but it does, and I turn away to hide my ridiculous reaction.
What else was he going to say?
When I drop my gaze to the slinky dress she was wearing he grunts and grabs it up off the floor before opening the door far enough to drop it on the other side.
Bemused, I stare when he stops before the single dresser against the wall and proceeds to empty his pockets.
After that he toes off his boots and socks. When he pulls his shirt up and over his head, I freeze, exhaling slowly.
His abs ripple with his movements and I trace every single ridge and tattoo avidly until he pauses with his hand on his jeans.
“You gonna watch this too?” he says, and I look up, meeting the amused glint in his eyes.
Clearing my throat, I raise my chin and turn away even though the better part of me screams to look.
Instead, I sit on the bed and stare at the wall as his pants drop to the floor with a quiet rasp.
After which, the bed dips and he says, “Night.”
When he shuts off the light, I carefully lay down beside him, his warmth a beacon I know better than to fall into and I despair of going back to sleep when my heart is pounding so hard in my throat.
Eventually his deep breathing pulls at me though and I drift off, images of his rock-hard abs following me into my dreams.
Maddox
Delaney is still sleeping when I wake up the following morning. For a moment, I stare at her pretty lips, parted in sleep and my dick pounds painfully.
Tracing the line of her hip, I follow it down to her bent knee and back before stopping on her chest where her soft inhalations push those tits toward me in invitation.
Nope. No. Not going there.
Jesus, seeing Holly last night should be enough to stay away from this girl, but she’s not Holly, I concede.
Beyond that, I don’t know why she keeps coming back but surely, she’s bent on torturing the fuck out of me.
After a long night, all I wanted to do when I got back was collapse into bed and get some much-needed sleep.
Instead, I had to kick Bambi out, despite her knowing that I don’t like anyone in my room.
Of course, I teased Delaney when she watched me undress. I loved the way her pretty eyes widened, and she bit that bottom lip.
Fuck me, at least I managed to avoid touching her and I did, surprisingly, sleep pretty damn well.
Now, I’m going to go downstairs. I can send one of the prospects to take her home…or not.
Okay, I’ll take her home but, in a minute, or five, just not…now.
Resolved, I grab the doorknob just as she says, her voice all raspy from sleep, “Oh…uh, hey.”
“Hey,” I mumble.
Just keep going, Mad. There’s shit to do. We need to continue the search for Lita.
Every second that passes while we don’t find any clues means certain death for the poor woman.
This effectively kills my arousal, but Delaney is still speaking behind me. “…you know…”
I don’t because I wasn’t paying attention and despite my brain screaming to run, I glance over my shoulder.
She looks so damn cute standing there with her long dark hair framing her heart shaped face, and when she bites that bottom lip it sends heat straight to my fucking dick.
Cops. Jail. Do not go there, Mad.
Still, I can’t resist and since I know it will make her squirm, I raise a brow and say, “No, I don’t know. What?”
“I, um,” she whispers, licking her lips.
“You got something to say,” I drawl and her face flames.
Fuck but she’s adorable and it looks like I’m not going to be able to resist after all.
Delaney
“Well, I…” I say as he stalks toward me with a smirk.
That devilish smile sets my heart pumping, and I don’t protest when he gently pushes me toward the mattress.
His hands are so big, they span the curves of my hips easily when he picks me up and sets me on the bed.
With a shiver, I drop to my back while he crawls on top of me and the ridge of his jeans settles between my legs.
Goosebumps cascade along my limbs when he pushes my shirt up and peppers kisses across the sensitive skin of my stomach.
His silky dark hair follows, and I stare at the pretty strands as he slides his hand beneath my jeans and cups me gently.
It’s not enough but it’s too much and I don’t know what to do or say as he moves his other hand to my breast and twists my nipple between his fingers.
“Oh,” I moan, bucking into his hand.
Those deep dark eyes burn my soul as he says, “I want to taste you, princess.”
When I nod rapidly, past proper speech he chuckles, the deep rasp cascading across my skin. Meanwhile, heat floods my limbs as he drops between my legs with a wicked pump of his hips, his obvious erection teasing my nerve endings.
Then he backs away, I groan until he nips my bottom lip and says, “Sh.”
My breath hitches when he reaches for the button of my jeans, and I raise my hips before shoving the pants to the floor.
Ignoring his amused stare, I silently sigh as he drops to his knees before me and presses my legs to the bed.
“So pretty,” he husks, sliding his fingers beneath the edge of my panties.
My skin tingles under the warm caress and I pump my hips into the air, demanding more when he asks, “What do you need, princess?”
I need you.
With a shiver, I recall the last time he asked me this.
Although similar words bubble on my tongue, I don’t want to ruin something that’s building so beautifully between us and finally, I whisper, “This.”
Those wicked lips form a sexy as fuck smirk and he runs his nose over the fabric of my panties before pressing them to the side.
Sucking in a breath, I keen softly when his tongue caresses between my folds.
Up, down, and around he flicks devilishly while I writhe below him before arching into his mouth.
Tingles cascade through me on wings of fire and I shudder when he says, before pressing his tongue against my clit, “Greedy little pussy.”
“Yes,” I moan, while he plays with my clit, swirling it around his tongue before sucking it between his lips.
Helpless to the onslaught, I can only feel as everything builds in beautiful waves and when he presses two fingers inside of me and curls them up, I explode in a delicious haze.
My whimpers fill the silent room and when I finally collapse back to the mattress, Maddox looks up, those molten dark eyes searing mine.
He licks his lip, and I shiver when he stands and massages his dick through his jeans.
My veins heat at the sight but when I glance over his shoulder, I pause.
As though mocking me, I study the life size drawing of the Shadow Saints patch that I assume Draven drew hanging on Maddox’s wall.
Just last night, this virile biker had a woman in his bed and whether he wanted her there or not, it’s a reminder of who I am to him.
I already know that what I feel for Maddox is so much more thrilling than I ever had with Micah.
If I do this, will I lose myself to someone who can never truly be mine?
Although my body hates me for it, I cover my eyes as he reaches for his belt and mumble, “I’ve never done this before.”
The silence that greets me is deafening and when I can take it no more, I peek between my fingers to find him staring at me with wide eyes.
My cheeks sting when they narrow and he backs away so quickly, the air practically whooshes between us.
You’d think I just confessed to having a venereal disease…
Although he’s been nothing but hot and cold since we met, I’m still thoroughly humiliated.
Why the hell did I confess to being a virgin?
I could’ve just said no.
Now, he’ll never look at me the same way again.
Fuck me.
The ride home is silent while I tap my fingers against my thigh and wish that I was anywhere but in the fucking car with Maddox.
Of course, when we pull up, Joey’s sitting in his lawn chair, drinking a beer at eight o’clock in the morning.
With my humiliation complete, I pause with my hand on the door when Maddox says, “That your pops?”
“Yeah,” I mumble, avoiding his gaze.
“What’s his name?”
“Huh?”
“Never mind,” he says. “Princess?”
“Yeah?” I whisper, glancing up.
Gone is the heat that sent me over the edge. In its place is an emotion that I don’t recognize as he says, “You’re so beautiful.”
Although a thrilling compliment, I’ve heard this before, and I sit frozen as he brushes his fingers through my hair.
When his deep, dark eyes search mine, I whisper, “But…?”
His lips quirk before he brushes them against mine, carefully, gently, coldly.
With a shiver, I pull back and his eyes move over my shoulder as he says, “Go.”
Unfortunately, I stumble when I try to get out of the car and push the door closed behind me.
Maddox doesn’t so much as glance my way though as he backs out of the drive, and when I look at Joey, I see they’ve locked eyes.
A new chill rushes through me while I approach Joey and hope to my bones that these two don’t somehow recognize each other.
“I thought I told you I don’t like you hanging with those…those.” He waves his arm around and I pinch the bridge of my nose.
I already have a headache forming after an awkward ride home. Nothing says kill me now like having the hot as fuck guy you pushed away by admitting you’re a virgin then drive you home to meet this asshole in his fucking underwear.
Translation: I’m not in the mood to deal with Joey.
“You know what he is?” Joey grunts and I pause at the door.
“Do you?”
Once again, his eyes flicker before he takes a slurp of his beer and says, “Course I do. Everyone ‘round here does.”
“I’m surprised considering you never leave that fucking chair.”
“Careful, missy,” he growls.
Shrugging, I say, “Or what old man? How about I don’t believe you and I’m tired of being lied to.”
“I ain’t your fucking dad. Don’t you get it?”
“I know you’re a fucking drunk. Maybe you don’t fucking remember,” I spit, waving my hand.
“Fuck me. You really are stupid.”
“Asshole,” I mutter and throw the door open before stepping inside.
I can’t believe this is my fucking life.