Chapter 2
CHAPTER TWO
Delaney
“One drink wouldn’t hurt.”
As soon as the words leave my mouth, nerves fill my stomach.
I’m not like this. I don’t meet strange men and walk up and kiss them. I don’t let them usher me into bars that I have no business being in, nor do I let them buy me drinks. I’m not in college anymore.
I’m an adult. I have responsibilities, but still, I follow him.
Tank.
Obviously, it’s not his real name. I know enough about biker society to nod along and not make a fool of myself, but that’s where it ends.
“What can I get you?” the bartender asks as we approach.
Tank turns toward me and raises a brow, silently telling me to go first.
“Uh, what do you have for vodka drinks in cans?” I ask.
I’ve never had one, but I know Erica has recently started drinking them.
“We have High Noon, Cutwater, Surfside, and Carbliss.”
“Let’s go Carbliss,” I say, remembering that brand.
“Peach or cranberry?”
“Cranberry, please.”
Turning around, he reaches into the cooler and grabs one. I watch as he opens the tab before sliding it toward me.
“Thank you.”
“Yuengling,” Tank says.
I can’t help but frown when he doesn’t say please. He must catch the look because he quickly corrects himself.
“Please,” he adds, making the bartender smirk.
Once we both have drinks, he leads me to a booth, tucked into the corner.
I take a sip and then set the can down, slightly away from me. It tastes delicious, and I think under normal circumstances I would enjoy it, but not on a school night.
“Don’t like it?” he asks, reading me once again.
“I do, but I have an early morning. Work.”
“What do you do?” he asks as he takes a drink.
“I’m an elementary school teacher.”
A smile crosses his face. “No shit?”
I can’t help but smile. “No shit. What do you do?”
“I’m a mechanic and I help a buddy with construction when he needs it.”
Tilting my head, I study him. “That makes sense. I can see you doing both.”
He smirks and takes a drink. “Are you from around here?”
I nod. “Yeah, born and raised. Went down to Florida State for college but moved back after graduation when I got a job here.”
“Did you start teaching at the school you went to?” he teases, making me laugh.
“No, but they did give me an offer. I thought it would be weird replacing one of my old teachers.”
He tips his head back and laughs. “I could see how that would be awkward as fuck.”
“What about you? Are you from here?”
He shakes his head. “Nah, I’m from Boston actually.”
“What brought you here?” I ask as I start to relax into the booth.
For some reason talking to Tank is easy. So easy that I almost forget that we just met.
“My brothers. We decided to ditch the snow and come south.”
I doubt that’s the whole story, but I don’t push.
“Did you really ditch it though, or did you bring it with you? We’ve gotten snow the last couple of years,” I quip, making him smirk.
“Yeah, I totally brought it with me.”
“You made the airport shut down,” I joke, making us both laugh.
“My apologies, ma’am,” he quips.
“Just make sure it doesn’t happen again.” I smile.
Easy. It’s just so easy with him, it’s wild. Blaine was right about one thing: Tank isn’t my type. Usually I go for the clean-cut, no-tattoos type, but maybe that’s where I went wrong. Was I judging men based on their appearance because of what I have always been told to want?
Under my lashes, I study the man in front of me, and there’s no denying he’s attractive, in a bad boy sort of way.
His hair is pushed back away from his face, on one side he has writing along his hairline, and then on the other side he has a sider.
Then above one eyebrow he has a Roman numeral while below his eye on the right side he has a cross and on the other a heart.
He’s got a hoop in his nose and a beard, something I never thought was attractive until now.
The tattoos on his neck drop down beneath his shirt and are partially hidden by his beard. That damn beard…
I can’t help but squirm as I think about what it might feel like between my legs.
Bad girl. You don’t sleep with strange men. What the hell has gotten into me?
“Like what you see?” he quips.
I feel my cheeks heat. “I like your neck tattoos.”
“Thanks.” He smirks and takes another drink. “So, can I ask you what that was all about? You got a stalker or something?”
Sighing, I reach for the drink and take another sip even though I know I shouldn’t.
“That was my ex, Blaine. We were high school sweethearts. I broke up with him because I caught him cheating with his boss. I actually broke all ties with him and his family.”
Tank nods, knowingly. “And he’s not taking it well.”
I laugh sarcastically. “No, not at all. Even though it’s been a while since it all happened, he’s still trying. Much to my dismay. I just don’t know how I can get it across to him that it’s never, ever going to happen again. That ship has sailed.”
“I know I just met you and shit, but good fucking riddance. No one should be with a person that self-absorbed. I mean, for fuck’s sake, he made a comment about you being a fucking board in the bedroom but then proclaimed he wants you back.
Which is it, and does he really think insulting you is going to work? ” He shakes his head in dismay.
“He wasn’t wrong,” I mutter, making his eyes narrow.
“What wasn’t he wrong about?”
“I was probably boring in bed. I never orgasmed.”
A look I can’t quite name crosses his face as he tilts his head.
“What do you mean you’ve never orgasmed? Like in general or by a partner?”
I close my eyes. God, this is embarrassing.
“You can tell me, Delaney, no judgment,” he murmurs.
“I’ve given myself one, but I have never had one given to me by someone else.”
A slow smirk crosses his face as he takes a drink. “I could get you there.”
Something about his confidence makes my skin heat and desire fill me.
I shouldn’t do this. It isn’t me, but tonight I don’t want to be me. I want to be the woman who has a man like him staring at her like she’s the last piece of dessert and he is going to devour it.
Reaching forward, I grab the drink and finish it fast. When I set it down, I look him in the eye.
“Prove it,” I tell him quietly.
Tank
As soon as I open the hotel room door, she grabs me by my cut and starts kissing me.
Fuck yes.
With one arm I pick her up, and she wraps her legs around my hips, never breaking the kiss. Blindly I slam shut the door behind us and flip the lock.
The last thing I want right now is an interruption. I don’t need her changing her mind.
If there’s one thing I know for a fact that her ex wasn’t lying about, it’s that I’m not her type. Delaney has that whole Miss Honey thing going on from the movie Matilda. The only difference is Miss Honey was, well, pure sweetness, whereas Delaney has a bossy side.
She knows what she wants, and she isn’t afraid to go after it. Lucky for me, tonight she wants me.
“I don’t normally do this,” she sighs against my lips.
“Neither do I.”
Have I had one-night stands? Yeah, I’m a single man. Do I think she’s had one? Maybe, but I don’t think she’s the type to have them often.
“Liar,” she teases, biting my lip.
With one hand on the back of her waist, I push her harder against me, grinding my denim-covered dick against her, making her whine.
“Feel how hard you make me?”
“Take this off,” she mutters, pushing the shoulders of my cut.
Fuck yes.
“You got it,” I murmur.
She helps me shrug it off while still wrapped around me. I smile when she lays it on the table instead of dropping it to the floor.
I wonder how much she knows about bikers.
I want to beg her to keep talking, to keep bossing me around, but I don’t.
I know from past experiences that asking to be dominated doesn’t go over too well.
When they find out that I like them to lead, the mood disappears, and I’m left with a case of blue balls, and that’s the last thing I want right now.
I stumble to the bed and sit on the edge. Instinctively, she grinds down on my cock, making a whimpering sound.
“Tell me you want me. Tell me you want me to fuck you,” I plead, even though I know I shouldn’t.
“If I didn’t want you to fuck me into a mattress, I wouldn’t be here right now,” she murmurs.
Tapping her hip, I demand, “Naked. We need to get naked.”
She scurries out of my lap and starts stripping.
For a minute I just watch her, unable to take my eyes away from her.
Delaney drops her shirt to the floor, revealing a plain black bra that pushes her breasts up high.
Her hand moves to the button of her pants and quickly undoes it, and I watch as she pushes them down, revealing a pair of black boy short panties.
Beautiful.
It’s not outright sexy, but it is on her.
She raises a brow. “Are you going to get naked or are you just going to stand there and watch me?”
“Can’t I do both?” I tease.
Leaning down, I unlace my boots and kick them off, pushing them to the side. Standing, I take off my shirt, and I smirk when I hear her suck in a breath.
I watch her as she watches me as I undo my jeans, kicking them off. Her pupils are blown wide, and she’s breathing hard as she bites her lip, watching me.
She likes watching me strip as much as I enjoy watching her.
“What next?” I ask.
“Hmm?” she hums, looking up at me.
“What do you want?”
For the first time since we entered the bar, nervousness fills her face. Disappointment fills me when I realize that this is another time that I will have to take control of the situation. Lead the encounter. I’ll do it though, for her, but that doesn’t mean I’m not slightly disappointed.
Before I can tell her to get on the bed, she surprises me by speaking up.
“I want you to make me come…on your face,” she says softly but surely.
I drop to my knees next to the bed. “Yes, ma’am.”
Shock and desire cross her face. I watch as she takes a deep breath and steps toward me. With each step she becomes a little more confident, letting her hips sway as she approaches. Once she’s close enough, I reach out, grabbing a hold of her hips, and I turn her toward the bed.
I shuffle on my knees and turn to face her as she sits on the edge of the bed. Without any prompting, she falls back on the bed, brings her legs up and rests her heels on the edge of the bed, and spreads her legs as far as she can.
“Fuck, you’re already wet for me,” I mutter as I run my hands down her thighs, toward her pussy.
“Stop talking and start licking,” she demands, making my cock twitch.
I squeeze her thighs tight as I lean in and take a slow lick, teasing her softly, making her whole body shudder.
Then I get to work. She wants me to make her come on my face? Well, that’s exactly what I’ll do.
Only, as it turns out, it’s not quite that easy. She’s into it, but she’s not into it. It’s like she wants to feel the pleasure, but it’s not there.
Maybe it’s the position.
I pull back, making her whimper.
“Slide up the bed,” I demand.
She rolls onto her side and crawls up the bed, giving me the perfect view of her ass before she lies back down in the center of the bed. I crawl onto it and move between her legs. Her eyes are still filled with desire, letting me know she hasn’t changed her mind.
Once in position, I grab her legs and wrap them around my head, resting her heels on my back, and then I try again.
I try every trick I have, and still, nothing happens.
I feel her tightening against me, I feel her getting wetter and wetter, but she doesn’t come.
What’s worse is I can feel her body tensing the longer it goes on.
I can feel the disappointment rolling off of her in waves.
No, this isn’t how this is going to end.
I pull back and see that she’s already looking down at me, ready to take the hit. Ready for me to tell her this isn’t working and to call this all off, but I won’t. No, she’s going to come if it’s the last thing I fucking do.