“Oh? Who is it then?”
I could tell her the truth, but vulnerability is not my strong suit. “CBP, definitely.”
“Tessa?” she snorts.
“Hell, yeah. She’s fucking intimidating. I don’t know how Easton handles her.”
Delaney laughs, lying down on the bed beside me. “What does that stand for, anyway? CBP?”
My head tips to the side as I look at her. “If you tell her, she’ll off me, and you’ll be left single.” She pretends to lock her lips closed and throw away the key. “Cute but psycho.”
Collapsing onto her back, she giggles. “Oh my God, that’s the best. But you’re right, she would definitely strangle you.”
I roll to my side and press myself up against her. “Exactly, and then who would make you feel good?”
She doesn’t answer, but then again, she’s rendered speechless the second I press my lips to her neck. Moving her head to give me better access, she lets out a breathy hum that goes straight to my cock. I slide my hand down her stomach until it slips underneath the waistband of her skirt.
“You’re soaked already,” I whisper.
“I’ve been thinking about you all damn day.”
My mouth moves to her ear, and I nibble on it lightly. “That’s exactly what I like to hear.”
I waste no time with slipping my middle finger inside her. Her warmth encases the digit immediately, and fuck what I wouldn’t give to be inside her right now. The sounds she’s letting out are like something straight from wet dreams and I don’t hesitate to swallow each one down. She arches her hips up and grinds into my hand, taking what she needs from me unapologetically.
Right when she’s about to come undone, the door flies open and her father bursts through, his face a deep shade of red.
“Dad!” Delaney gasps. “Haven’t you heard of knocking?”
That only angers him further. “I don’t need to knock! This is my damn house!” He fixates his attention on me. “And you! You need to get out, now!”
I go to open my mouth, when Delaney shocks the hell out of both of us. “No.”
“Excuse me?”
“I said, no. Knox is my boyfriend, and I’m eighteen years old.” She stands up and fixes her skirt as she walks toward him. “What are you going to do? Threaten to send me to boarding school like you do with Tessa every time she disobeys you?” She scoffs. “You wouldn’t dare. You need the publicity of me graduating valedictorian from Haven Grace. Don’t think you have me fooled.”
Tristan glares at his daughter. “What has gotten into you?”
She shrugs confidently. “I learned that life isn’t always about money and high social classes. Knox may not be rich, but he’s better than every one of the douchebags at my school.” Glancing back at me for a second, she smiles. “Come on. Let’s get out of here.”
I get up to follow her out the door when her dad steps in my way. “A word, son?”
The word is like poison on his tongue, but still, I promise Delaney I’ll meet her outside. Once she’s gone, he stands tall—trying to intimidate me.
“I thought we had a deal.”
“No, I said I understood, and I agree with you. She deserves someone far better than me. But I’m a selfish prick, and if I’m the one she wants, there’s no w
ay in hell I’m turning her down.”
I go to walk past him, but he grips my arm to stop me. “Delaney is a sweet girl. She doesn’t need to be pulled down into the muck by the likes of you.”
A smirk spreads across my face as I pull myself from his grasp. “You’re right, she is sweet.” I bring my hand up to my lips, taking the finger that was just inside of his precious daughter and sucking it into my mouth—moaning quietly at the taste of her that still lingers. “The fucking sweetest.”
He’s stunned into an angry silence, and I grin arrogantly as I make my way down the stairs and out the front door. Checkmate, Mr. Callahan.
DELANEY STAYS AT MY place for a few days to avoid going home, not that I mind it. If it were up to me, she’d never leave my damn side. Unfortunately, she still insists on going to school—even when I’d rather spend the day tangled together between the sheets.