Chapter 2 #3
I tear open the foil packet with my teeth and roll the condom down my length. Delaney watches me with hungry eyes, her chest rising and falling rapidly. Moving between her legs, I dip low and kiss her longingly.
“You ready for me?” I ask, my voice rough with need.
She nods, biting her lower lip. “Yes.”
I push into her slowly, savoring the way her body accepts me. She’s tight, tighter than I imagined she’d be, her inner muscles clenching around me as I fill her completely.
“God, you feel good,” I groan, holding still for a moment to let us both adjust.
“Oh yes,” she hisses, her hands find purchase on my shoulders, nails digging in slightly as I begin to move. The rhythm starts slow but quickly builds as her hips rise to meet each of my thrusts.
“Harder,” she gasps, her legs wrapping around my waist. “I need you to go harder.”
I comply, driving into her with increasing intensity. The sounds of our bodies slapping together fill the night air, mingling with our moans and the chorus of crickets. Her breasts bounce with each thrust, and I lower my head to take one perfect nipple into my mouth, sucking hard.
“Tyler,” she cries out, her back arching off the blanket. “Don’t stop.”
I have no intention of stopping. I’m lost in the sensation of her . . . her heat, her scent, the way she feels wrapped around me. I slide one hand between us, finding her clit and rubbing in tight circles.
“Yes, right there,” she pants, her hips bucking against my hand. “I’m close.”
I can feel her getting tighter around me, her inner muscles clenching as she approaches her peak. I increase the pressure of my fingers, watching her face contort with pleasure.
“Come for me, Delaney,” I command, driving into her harder. “Fuck, you gotta let go.”
Her orgasm hits her like a wave, her body clenching around me as she cries out. The sight of her coming undone beneath me pushes me over the edge. I thrust hard one final time, burying myself deep as my own release crashes through me.
“Fuck,” I groan, my head dropping to her shoulder as I ride out the waves of pleasure.
For a moment, we lie there, our bodies still joined, our breathing ragged. I can feel her heart hammering against my chest, matching the rhythm of my own.
When I finally pull away, collapsing down next to her, I realize just how much I’ve fucked up. I felt it when it happened and hadn’t pulled back. The condom broke, and I came inside her.
Cursing, I remove the broken latex and get dressed.
“We better get out of here,” I tell her harsher than I should.
I don’t look at her as I pull my boots on, and she doesn’t say anything.
I should probably tell her about the broken condom, ask her if she’s on birth control, but I don’t.
My head is too fucked up with the possibility of the implications of not pulling out when I should have.
Delaney quietly gets in the passenger seat, and I take her back to the clubhouse, the whole time silently cursing myself. I knew better than to fuck her in the first place, and now I’m fucked up by treating her like a damn one-night stand.
When we reach the clubhouse, I at least wait until she’s safely in the cab of her truck before hauling ass out of there.
You’d think the devil was licking at my heels.
All I can do now is not fuck up further and stay the hell away from the beautiful Delaney.
She doesn’t need someone like me in her life.
I drive home with the radio turned up loud enough to drown out my thoughts, but it doesn’t work. My mind keeps replaying the moment I felt the condom break, the heat of her around me, the look in her eyes when I pulled away like she was nothing but a warm body.
“Fuck!” I slam my palm against the steering wheel.
When I pull in front of my house, I barely take in how dark it is except for the porch light.
Lexy must have gone to bed already. I sit in my truck for a few minutes, trying to calm the storm in my head before going inside.
The last thing I need is my sister asking questions about why I’m so worked up.
I slip quietly through the front door, toeing off my boots in the entryway. The house is silent, the only sound is the soft ticking of the clock in the living room. I make my way down the hall, pausing at Dash’s door. It’s cracked open, the nightlight casting a soft glow across his small room.
He’s sleeping soundly, one arm thrown above his head, his favorite stuffed dinosaur clutched in the other. I stand there watching him, guilt washing over me. What kind of father am I? Out fucking a woman I barely know while my son is at home.
I close his door gently and head to my room. I need a shower and to wash the thoughts of the blonde beauty from my head. I know better than to fuck women like her. They have power about them to bring a man to his knees, where others know the score of the emptiness that comes just trying to get off.
Delaney definitely isn’t one-night stand material, and I knew this. Why the fuck did I have to go and rail her like she was one?