“I don’t have one on me.” He breathes heavily.
Panic fills my chest, and I’m instantly turned off.
“No, we can’t.” Shaking my head, I grab my hair with my left hand. Fuck. I want him so bad, I can barely stand it. My body aches, and my pussy throbs for him to take me, but I swore I’d never have sex without a condom.
“Delilah, look at me.”
Swallowing the lump in my throat, I set my eyes on his sexy blues. He cups my face, his fingers caressing the skin attentively.
“Are you on the pill?”
I nod. My parents made me get on it after Thane, so since I was a teenager.
“Then you’re fine, and if not… I got you if anything happens… but it won’t. Trust me.” His rugged low tone of voice vibrates right through me and I’m ready to hump his face if he says another word.
“Okay.” Nodding nervously, I unclench my thighs, making room for his cock to enter.
He spits on his hand and swipes it up my center, I can’t help but buck against him I’m so sensitive and ready.
My reaction makes him smirk, and he thrusts inside of me. Gasping loudly, my eyes wide, I wrap my arms around the back of his neck as he fills me to the brim. God, I hope I never get used to his size, because every time he enters and stretches me a warmth like no other takes over my whole body. Pleasure shoots through my limbs, my body thrashes against the door as he fucks me harder and harder. He buries his face in my neck and I feel his hot breath against my skin. I roll my head against him with a moan, loving how close we are. We let our bodies work out our disagreement until we both combust with pleasure. He grabs his cock, letting me slide to my feet and comes into his palm. Little spurts of white beads fill his hand. Out of breath, I watch him stroke himself, milking that beautiful cock of his until he’s done.
Out of the corner of his eyes, I catch him watching me, and I can’t help the little laugh that I make and pull up my panties and shorts.
“Delilah, next time you pull that catty bullshit.” His serious tone has my eyes snap to his. “I’ll spank your ass for acting like a little brat.”
I glare like a devious little devil. If he thinks he can tame me, he better think again. How dare he threaten me like that, but then again I love it when he spanks me. The control he has over me undoes me like a spool of ribbon.
“I doubt I’m getting the place anyway,” I murmur, pissed how everything went down with the fucking realtor. I have my mom and dad’s temper. Throw fists and ask questions later.
I fasten my shorts and my phone vibrates in my back pocket. Pulling it out, I see I have five missed calls. Four from my mom and one from my dad.
Something is wrong. The hairs on the back of my neck stand on end.
“We need to get to the club. Now.” My eyes slip from the screen to Lee’s who is also holding his phone with a wary expression. He must have missed calls too.
What’s going on now?
24
Delilah
Driving to the club, a hundred different things go through my mind.
My dad flipped out again and burned Lee’s truck.
We were attacked by a rival club.
Someone got picked up by the cops.
There are so many different things when you live the life of an outlaw. Just as you start to relax and think things are going to work out, you’re slammed in the face with a bigger problem.
Lee pulls into the club and I look over his shoulder, curious if I can spot the issue. But all I see is a black SUV in the parking lot. A detective?
Pulling up to the garage, I can’t help but look over my shoulder and stare the vehicle down. Something about it says it’s for me, and my gut knots at the thought. Lee turns the engine off and I quickly climb off and start walking toward the club.
Rounding the vehicle, I try and look inside the window’s but they’re blacked out, I can’t see anything inside. Turning my gaze to the clubhouse, I go inside and find my mother, father, and a familiar face I haven’t seen in fifteen years… our attorney. My breath catches in my throat, my heart beating like a loud drum in my chest. I was right, this is about me.
My mother slips off the stool, her face pinched with concern.
“Delilah, you remember our attorney, Mark Dowley.” Her hands gesture to the tall man in a black suit, dark hair, and shaven baby face.
Swallowing, I look to her, my heart beating so hard I feel out of breath.