Chapter 21
Delaney
Although I slept soundly, I still feel wretched when I wake in the morning.
Eyeing the indentation in the pillow beside me, I wonder how long Maddox slept there before dropping my head to the pillow with a groan.
I should be worried about what happens next. I can’t stay here forever, and I still don’t know what to do.
After the blowout with Joey, I don’t know if he’ll even let me come back.
Thoughts of going back to Mom and Peter leave me ill at ease and I’ve burned all the other possible bridges I might have used.
I’m at a complete loss as to what to do and sitting on the bed staring into nothing when Maddox appears at the door.
He eyes me for a moment before saying, “What’s wrong?”
I can’t talk about this. I can’t tell him what Joey said to me. It’s embarrassing…
Instead, I shake my head as he touches my chin and says, “Delaney?”
“Hm?”
When he gently pushes a strand of hair back from my face, tears fill my eyes.
“What? Is it that asshole?” he growls, and I shiver at the deadly sound, reminding me once again of the man he is and always will be.
MC. Like my dad, or Joey…whatever.
How can I feel safe with Maddox who’s no more innocent than Kidd? Am I fucked in the head?
“No,” I finally say. “I got in a fight with my dad.”
“Hmm,” he says, his brows furrowing. I can practically see the wheels turning in his head before he asks, albeit stiffly, “Why don’t you live with your mom and the cop?”
Shivering at the new chill in the air, I mumble, “Everything fell apart when my brother died. Mom’s a mess and, well, Peter blames me.”
I know this is a touchy subject. However, it's the only part of my life that I can be honest about, and it feels good to confess the horrible shit I’ve been holding in, even if it hurts to say it.
Intellectually, I know Peter’s only repeating what he believes, if cruelly. Still, he knows how much I loved my brother, and it was a low blow at that.
“Why would he think that?” Maddox asks, freeing my bottom lips from my teeth.
“Because it is.”
I knew long before my mom got high and passed out on the couch that there was a problem. It might as well have been me who didn’t see when he walked out the back door, fell in the pool and somehow got caught under the winter cover.
I never told Peter, and it never occurred to me that my mom was so out of it that I should have been watching my brother.
I regret it. I regret everything.
Maddox’s warmth surrounds me when he picks me up and sets me on his lap. Burying my face in his shoulder, I allow a few tears to fall before whispering, “Everything feels so out of control.”
“So, take it back,” he says, and I raise my head.
“How?”
Searching his eyes, I feel a flutter in my belly when his lips quirk and he says, “When my mom died, all I did was fight with my dad. We were like two idiots constantly butting heads.”
Wow. Is that why I sometimes sense something more beneath the facade he shows the world?
When did his mom die? How?
“How did you make it better?” I ask, envisioning a young Maddox squaring off against his ginormous father.
Shrugging he looks over my shoulder into the past and says, “I guess I pulled my head out of my ass and stopped blaming him.”
It’s on the tip of my tongue to ask more but he blinks those gorgeous granite eyes at me and my pulse thumps.
Although I’m lost, Maddox’s conviction gives me hope. In the meantime, I don’t want to think about it. I just want to feel, and Maddox does that without even trying.
When our eyes meet and I stare into those pretty peepers, I decide to take fate into my own hands.
I want this with Maddox. I want it to be him, which is why I lean forward and nip his lip.
My reward is a devilish smirk, as he drops his head to my neck and presses those warm lips to my skin.
“Mm,” I hum, tilting my head.
His hands tighten around my waist before he slides his fingers over my ass and with an aching slowness, he peppers kisses along my neck, and over my shoulder before dropping down to my breast.
“Oh,” I cry out when he tongues my nipple through the fabric of the shirt.
Spreading my legs, I drop down to his lap and pump against the ridge of his jeans while he plumps my boob before turning his attention to the other.
“Please,” I groan, tipping my head back.
“Hmm.” The raspy purr sends a shiver through me as he wraps his warm palm around my mound and pauses when he finds bare skin.
“Bad girl,” he says, and I look up at him between my lashes.
Those gorgeous dark eyes glow with fire as he slides his fingers between my lips and I buck into his hand, panting, “Maddox.”
“So sweet,” he groans, sliding his finger inside me.
At the featherlight caress, I roll against him, and he groans, sucking a nipple between his teeth.
With every pump of his finger, the ridge of his hand rubs against my clit.
My nipples burn at his attention, and I buck and roll, chasing the pleasure running through me in glorious waves.
It’s so sweet, so real, so fucking awesome that I cry out as I bow off his lap.
The beautiful, brutal burn sails through me while I convulse helplessly and when I meet his glittering gaze, he pulls me in for a lush kiss.
Although my muscles feel like taffy, I want to touch his skin. I want to feel him and a thrill rushes through me as I reach for the button of his jeans.
His nostrils flare and he stands before placing me carefully on the bed and touching my cheek.
“You sure about this?” he asks.
I’ve never been surer of anything but I’m afraid to say the words and at my nod, he palms his dick through his jeans.
Eyeing the faded denim, my pulse pounds when I reach for the button where the ridge of his erection presses at the fabric. I struggle to free him only to pause when he grabs my hair, pulls my head back and says, “Take it out, princess. Nice and easy.”
Past proper speech, I nod and manage to get the jeans past his dick before I grasp his length and set it free.
When I wrap my fingers around him, he hisses through his teeth, his head falling back and I can’t help my smile as I slowly lick the tip.
I need him to feel what I did when he touched me. I want to know that I can make him burn.
“Suck it,” he groans, and I comply, wrapping my lips around the crown.
His salty skin warms my mouth as I roll my tongue around the underside before sucking heavily.
“Fuck,” he groans, threading his fingers through my hair.
Knowing that it’s me bringing him this pleasure heightens my own and while I suck him down, I scissor my legs, hoping to ease the ache between them.
Except he pulls back, and I whimper my disappointment, only to shiver when his lips pull into a wicked smirk and he says, “Sh.”
With a gentle push, I fall back to the bed, my gaze laser focused on his hand, pulling at his erection.
His arms flex under the movement and I watch his tattoos dance along his skin before he says, “Lay back, princess. Spread your legs.”
My core tingles at the husky rasp and opening my thighs, I let them fall to the bed.
“So, fucking pretty,” he groans, running his fingers through my folds.
“Maddox,” I cry, bucking into his hand.
When he lifts his fingers, I blush to find them stained with my need and he raises a brow before sucking his fingers clean.
“Oh,” I moan, and his devastating smirk sends tendrils of need cascading through my limbs.
Grabbing my thighs, he pulls me forward before dropping to his knees and I barely have time to process what’s about to happen before he covers my nether lips and licks between the folds.
After that it’s all sensations as his tongue explores every part of me before he dips inside.
When he groans, I arch against him, babbling nonsensically.
Pleasure builds inside of me with each wicked thrust until I’m writhing and panting on the bed.
As soon as I tip over the edge, he stands and while I convulse in pleasure, he slides inside.
We lock our eyes as he pushes deep, and I can’t contain my flinch when he pushes past the barrier.
“Okay?” he rasps, and I nod as he presses his fingers to my aching clit.
The gentle massage creates a new burn and soon, I twist my hips as pleasure builds inside me once again.
“So good,” he groans, and I gasp out a breath.
When he starts to pump slowly, the tingles rise again. I feel so full, and I cry as he twists his fingers around my throbbing button.
“Maddox!”
“That’s it,” he growls. “Soak my dick, princess.”
“Ah!” I sob when he grabs my hips and plows into me.
There’s nothing to hold onto as I bounce below his brutal thrusts and with each pump, his fingers grip my hips tighter.
Although I’m a jellied mass of satiation, I want to see him lose control. I need to know that this isn’t one-sided, and I arch up.
When my core meets his pelvis, he sinks deep with a groan before his lips pull back in a brutal snarl. The moment takes my breath away as he lays over top of me and I feel the thump of his heart against mine.
It’s quiet after, only his panting breaths filling the silence as my eyes flutter and sleep claims me.
When I woke, Maddox was gone. I waited an hour for him to return before texting Draven.
Although the last thing I wanted to do after everything that happened not only with Joey, but Maddox, was go to work, I couldn’t afford to lose my job.
I need the money now more than ever, but I can’t say my heart was in it.
Nope, I was still back in that room with Maddox where he showed me what true intimacy felt like.
We shared something that I’ve never experienced before but as soon as I was alone, the doubts started to creep in.
Maddox has had more than just me as a sexual partner, which makes the shine I feel, dull in reality.
I’ve always had a lot of nervous energy. I think it’s why I gravitated toward sports but the only thing I was good at was cheer.
Now I’m practically crawling out of my skin when I walk through the door of the trailer after my shift and eye Joey sitting on the couch clutching a beer.
Why let me stay if I’m not his damn kid?
I won’t know unless I ask and with a silent prayer to the powers that be, I say, “Who are you? Why do you have bikers asking about your ass?”
Rearing back, his eyes go wide, and I shake my head when he says, “You brought nothin’ but trouble you little bitch.”
“Just tell me the damn truth,” I mutter, rubbing my head, where a dull ache has formed
“Don’t know the truth. Helen brought you around when you was a snot-nosed kid. Said you were mine. I let her.”
Uh…what? That doesn’t make a damn bit of sense and waving my hand, I say, “Let me get this straight. Mom thought you were my kid, and you didn’t say no?”
“Sorta,” he mumbles, and I slam my hand against the wall.
“It’s a simple yes or no question!”
When he shrugs, I grab the first thing within reach which happens to be an empty beer can before lobbing it at his head to which he grunts but doesn’t even flinch as he says, “All’s I know is you better stay the fuck away from the Saints.”
He sneers the word, and I pause, my heart jumping into my throat.
“W-Why?” I ask, shuddering when his lips stretch into a horrible grin.
“Cuz, we hunted down one of their bitches and took her out. You think that little fucker would put his dick in you if he knew that?”
My chest burns as I grab my bag from the floor and stalk past him, hissing, “You’re an animal.”
“So’s your little dick,” he sneers.
I’m out the door and stalking across the gravel when he yells, “You hear me? You been fucking an animal, bitch.”