“Nah, you did plenty tonight. Good work.” He picked up my shirt and tossed it to me. “Be careful. Don’t want you playing chicken with another elk.”
I grinned. “Ah, come on. I need a little more excitement in my life.”
He shoved my arm. “Get home, boy.”
I laughed and grabbed my cut on the way out the door. As soon as I pulled into the parking lot at the garage and turned off my bike, I grabbed my phone, doing a search on Tony Garcia.
The number of Tony Garcias in the state of California alone was astronomical, but I knew I’d found him as soon as I started reading his list of crimes.
“Sonofabitch,” I muttered when I saw the top article about the man. He was into drugs and prostitution of underage girls. As I skimmed through other articles, I knew Delaney had every reason to fear him.
If she hadn’t run, it was only a matter of time before she became one of his working girls.
I had to sit there and get control of myself before I went up to the apartment, not wanting to scare my girl with how I was shaking with rage.
In my gut, I knew I was going to have to put an end to Uncle Tony. If he had men out looking for her, then he must want to use her for something. And I would die before I let him get his filthy hands on my little treasure.
Tony Garcia’s days were numbered.
7
Delaney
The feel of strong arms wrapped around me and warm breath on my neck had my eyes blinking. It took a minute for my mind to clear of sleep before I could recognize my surroundings, but once I did, a smile lifted my lips and I cuddled back against Max’s hard body.
I felt the vibrations of his groan through my back, and the breath on my skin became…heavier. His hold tightened, tucking me closer, and I lowered my lashes as I enjoyed just being in his arms.
So, this was what peace felt like. Wrapped in the warmth and safety of a man I knew all the way down to my soul wouldn’t hurt me. With my heart light as a feather, yet a messy puddle of goo in the center of my chest. I wanted to bottle up this feeling so that I could carry it around with me everywhere I went.
My shirt had been lifted a few inches, exposing a patch of skin on my stomach. Max’s fingers found it and started tracing shapes across it. A diamond. A circle. A star.
When he started tracing a heart, he kept it up until I squirmed against him. He caught my hip in his other hand and held me still as he circled his groin against my backside, grinding his hardness into my hip. My breath caught at how sensual and naughty the action was.
All I was wearing was one of his T-shirts and a pair of the new panties he’d bought me. From the feel of it, all he had on was a pair of boxers or shorts. The thin material wasn’t much protection for either of us, and I wanted them gone.
Suddenly, I found myself on my back with Max leaning over me. His lips slowly formed words, and with the sun shining through the window, I could easily read what he was saying. “Need to taste you, treasure. Give me permission.”
Almost frantically, I started nodding. I didn’t know what he meant by tasting me, but I wanted it. Ached for it.
His nostrils flared, and he pulled my borrowed shirt up over my head, leaving me lying there in only a pair of cotton bikini briefs. Those beautiful metallic-blue eyes skimmed over me, and goose bumps popped up as if he had physically caressed me. When his gaze reached my breasts, my nipples hardened painfully.
“So beautiful.” Lowering his head, he captured one nipple with his mouth and sucked hard.
I tossed my head back onto the pillow at the exquisiteness of having him suck and lick my aching flesh. He cupped my other breast in his huge paw-like hand. I didn’t have a lot to work with in that department, but he seemed to like it anyway.
When his mouth popped off me, my throat vibrated with a plea for him not to stop, but he only switched to the other breast, sucking me deep and hard against the roof of his mouth. I stabbed my fingers through his dark hair, holding him against me.
He trailed his hands down my sides until his fingertips reached the top of my panties and dippe
d inside. I held my breath as I tried to focus on what he was doing, but all I could think of was how good he was sucking my nipple. Air touched my wet sex, and I sliced my nails into the skin at the back of his neck as I realized I was now naked in bed with a drop-dead sexy beast of a man.
Lifting his head, he winked at me before kissing his way down the center of my chest. His tongue dipped into my belly button, but he didn’t pause on his journey south. Using his shoulders, he spread my legs and settled on his stomach with his face right over my dripping sex.
I bit my lip as I looked down at him, watching as he inhaled deeply, closing his eyes almost as if he were savoring the scent. Heat filled my cheeks, and I was glad I’d had the chance to shave—everything—the night before.
His lips moved, but I couldn’t read what he said. And in the next instant, I couldn’t have made sense of anything because my brain shut down. Making a V with his index and middle finger of one hand, he spread my folds and touched the tip of his tongue to the little nub hidden there. I fisted my fingers in the covers on either side of me, the pleasure so intense I felt like I was going to fly off the bed and shatter into a million tiny pieces.
Just a few swipes of his tongue and then he was devouring my core. His intimate kiss made me dizzy as the throb deep inside continued to grow out of control. From the vibrations against that little nub, I knew he was groaning or growling. The lack of sound had never been so loud as it was in that moment, when I was desperate to hear the hungry noises that must have been coming from him.