Chapter 24 #2
I assume he’s talking about Joey. This is why I’m here because even now, he’s angry and protective on my behalf.
Maybe it’s foolish but I trust Maddox to keep me safe, even if I don’t deserve it.
“No, I really did fall,” I say, and he searches my gaze before nodding.
We speak no words after that as he leads me to the bed and presses me gently to the mattress. I breathe a quiet sigh of relief when he slides in next and pulls my back to his chest.
Exhaustion rolls through me in waves, but I can’t close my eyes and the truth trembles on my tongue while I stare at the wall until he says, “Sleep.”
I try, I do, but my mind still races with what ifs as he eases away half an hour later, closing the door quietly behind him.
Maddox
My bones feel brittle when I collapse on the couch and stare at the television.
Despite hunting down every fucker who knew one of the missing women, we haven’t found a damn thing.
If it hadn’t been women linked to the Saints, I’d almost wonder if it was a stranger. Except everything we have learned leads back to the pigs or one pig at least.
He’s still out there and our women are at risk until he’s put down.
My throat burns at the notion, but I push it aside, when my fingers brush the blanket on the couch and my thoughts turn to Delaney.
Why is she here? Did her dad kick her out?
Maybe I should go back and confront the fucker. I’ve been itching to do it since I found him with those bastards.
Who is he? What does he have to do with them? Did Draven warn Delaney?
These fucking thoughts are useless and after drinking a beer, I walk down the hall and push my door open.
She’s asleep on top of the cover of my bed.
With zero desire to do anything but fucking sleep after a long ass night filled with nothing but frustration, I strip to my boxers and pull the comforter over the both of us.
Beside me, her chest rises and falls in a gentle cadence, and I eye her form in the glow of the moon shining through the window.
When her pretty lips part on a sigh, my dick stiffens.
Meanwhile the swell of her breasts mocks me under the t-shirt molded to her tits and I fall to my back with a groan.
She’s not the one. You can have any pussy you want. Let it go, dick.
Except I don’t want to. I want to defile her pretty until she’s as stained as me.
It’s a weird notion that pushes at my chest until I turn over and close my eyes.
Of course, when I wake in the morning, I’m pressed flush to her back with my dick saluting her soft, warm body.
Splaying my hands, I consider how small she is and how fucking good it would be to take her before my finger’s spasm, and I roll away.
I have a feeling she’s pretending to be asleep which is just fine because if she blinks those fucking eyes at me, it’s game fucking over.
After a long cold shower, I put on my jeans in the bathroom to stave off temptation.
She must have fallen back asleep because when I enter the bedroom she’s sitting on the bed, staring at nothing.
My chest pinches at the lost look on her face and I say, “Delaney?”
“Hm?”
There’s more to whatever is going on than she’s admitting but short of shaking it out of her, I have to be patient.
Ordering her to tell me won’t work with the pretty little spitfire but I can’t stand seeing her so lifeless and before I can think it through, I pull her into my arms.
I’m sure it makes me an asshole, but my dick stiffens as soon as I feel her curves.
However, I’m trying to be a nice guy, and I maneuver her away from my hard on, only to groan when she rubs against me with a shiver.
“Princess,” I growl in warning but when she raises those shining eyes to mine, I give her what she needs…escape.
Bucking my dick against her stomach, I summon a filthy smirk and say, “I want to wrap this pretty hair around my cock.”
She blinks, her cheeks turning rosy before she says, “Why?”
“Why? Because I fucking need to feel you.”
It’s true. My skin burns to touch her, to make her feel but I pause when her eyes widen before they narrow and she whispers, “Okay.”
Although my dick aches to take her up on the offer, the tiny sensible part of my brain tries to get her to back off and I tug on her hair, as I say, “You sure about that? I ain’t gonna be gentle.”
Every part of me wants her to agree even though I gave her an out and I groan when she licks her lips and says, “Yes.”
“Fuck,” I growl before pulling her in for a kiss.
She tastes like honey and the finest wine, something I can’t truly afford.
I don’t fucking care though as I ravish her mouth, and her tongue tangles with mine.
She gives as good as she gets and it’s so fucking hot that I adjust my dick to alleviate the painful ache before grabbing her ass and lifting her in the air.
I need to feel her skin against mine but first, I slide my fingers between the juncture of her legs to grip her pretty pussy, pulsing no doubt beneath those tight ass jeans.
“Maddox,” she moans when I press her to the door and her beautiful eyes meet mine.
At the sight, my pulse thumps painfully, but I push the weird emotion away and suck the pulse in her neck between my teeth.
Her little gasps and moans rev me on and when I can take it no more, I drop her to the floor and wrench on her jeans before pulling her panties down her legs.
She eagerly complies as she pulls her shirt over her head, followed by her bra.
On my knees, I glance up, taking in her rosy tipped nipples and smooth stomach before leaning in for a taste.
“Unh,” she moans when I lick between her folds.
She’s warm, wet, and fucking amazing and thrusting inside her, I close my eyes, listening to the sound of her sexy moans as I bring her to the precipice and grind my palm against her button.
“Maddox,” she cries, convulsing around me, and I contemplate doing it a-fucking-gain until she never wants another but me.
My dick aches to feel her silky warmth and after dropping my pants, I hastily don a condom before surging between her legs. When she bounces across the mattress, I admire her pretty tits before grabbing her thighs and pulling her into me.
With every pump, my need only grows until a feral burn builds inside me and I drop on top of her.
She blinks those luminous at me and I bury my head in her hair, breathing deep of her scent, something tart but spicy. When my legs begin to shake, I bottom out with a groan, and I feel her flutter around me.
At the last second, I glance up, eyeing the curve to her bottom lip before I close my eyes because I have a feeling I will never get enough of the pretty little cheerleader.
I’m fucked.