Craving The D (Iron Riders M.C)

Chapter Fifteen

Finn- Double

Leaning heavily against the brick wall next to the open door , my gaze followed Delilah’s every movement as she trailed around the brightly lit shop.

Her hand carelessly dragging across the variety of lace and silk as if she was in a dream.

She didn’t even know how beautiful she looked. How much of a dream she was. I just didn’t know how I had missed it before. How had I been so blind.

Of course she had always been pretty , had matured into a beautiful young woman who turned the heads of every man that saw her even as a teenager but she had always just been Doms baby sister. It had felt wrong to want her so I had pushed any feelings I had for her away. Clinging to my own lies that she was like my little sister.

She wasn’t any relation to me.

Thank god. Because I wanted her.

I hadn’t realised how much I had always wanted her until she came flouncing back into our lives. Cocky and sure of herself. Her light out shining every single other woman in any room she entered. And my d**k started screaming at me what a fool I had been for not having a taste when she offered.

I could have locked her down. She was perfect old lady material back then. She still was , not that she would ever give up Her hard earned life.

Not that I would ever let her be.

Still I regretted not being her first, no doubt she had lost it to some fumbling douche who wouldn’t know a clit from his elbow. I could have made it good for her.

10 years previously

Someone was in the room, the door clicking closed softly had pulled me out of my drink induced sleep. But I didn’t move. I kept my eyes closed as I lay back.

One of the club girls had made it known she was more than interested and I wasn’t about to tell her no if she had the initiative to climb into my bed in the middle of the night.

Maybe she would even invite a friend. That was one personal fantasy I was planning on making a reality soon.

Cool air flowed over me as she slipped herself under the covers and the girly intoxicating smell of vanilla wafted towards me as a lithe body curled itself to my side.

A small hand reaching out to run across the muscles of my lower stomach. Between the hand which was moving lower and the feel of small breasts firmly against me I could feel myself growing . Tenting the thin sheets that covered my lower half.

“Mmmm.” My eyes still closed I let my own hands move , drawing the girl over my lap and pressing her downwards.

“Oh.” It was a girly voice, as I ground myself up against the panties that separated us.

And I knew that voice.

My eyes flew open.

Shit.

“What the f**k are you doing Delilah?” My voice was a ragged whisper. As I stared up at my best friends kid sister in shock.

What the hell was she doing here, sitting on top of me on nothing but her underwear.

“I want.”

I flipped her easily so she fell into the mattress with a startled cry. Her eyes wide as she stared up at me leaning over her.

Dom would kill us both if he caught her in my bed. God she was barely even legal. Not to mention she was like family.

“Have you been drinking? God Delilah it’s a good job I realised who the hell your was before I touched you.”

“I want you to touch me.” Her own small hand reached for me and I caught it easily in my bigger one. What the hell was wrong with this girl? Was she trying to get me shot?

“Get out of here Delilah.” I sat up suddenly leaving her laying on my bed.

“Didn’t you hear me Finn? I want you to touch me.” Persistent , that’s what she was. Her hand drew my own down to her breast. And I tore my hand away.

This girl was crazy.

“I want you to make love to me.” She whispered , uncertainty starting to creep into her voice . “I want you to be my first.”

I let her words sink in. Her first. How was that possible. I had never let myself think of her as a young woman but I had eyes , I knew she was beautiful and no one could miss how other men reacted to her. I had always assumed she would have been fooling around with boys her own age. And yet here she was, sacrificing herself like a virginal tribute to my lusts.

And god I was tempted.

She just looked so bloody good laying there on my bed, I had to tear my eyes away.

“Get some f*****g clothes on now.” I couldn’t look at her anymore.

There was a line you just didn’t cross with your best friends little sister.

“Now Delilah, and get out.”

Present

There was a line you just didn’t cross with your best friends sister , and I hadn’t that night. In fact just twenty four hours later I had broken her in the worst way possible and told myself it was for the best.

Now though, now I was more than willing to cross that line.

As if she could tell I was watching her, Delilah turned , her smile wide and flirty. And our eyes met as she held up the tiniest black lace thong I had ever seen. Her eyebrow arched in question.

I grinned back at her.

Line be damned.

We were both consenting adults , and I owed her some payback for all the torture she was dishing out . Yeah, the thought made me smile. She had been teasing me since the moment she had arrived back in town. It was only fair I repayed the favour.

Vigorously and over several hours.

Digging my phone out of my pocket , I held it to my ear .

Dom would appreciate me asking, after all I didn’t have to.

He answered on the third ring. “Is Del OJ? What’s happened?”

Internally I cursed of course he would assume something had happened if I was phoning him on his honeymoon.

“She’s fine, I just need to talk to you.” I broke off , as Delilah lifted a pair of plain white panties from the rack.

They weren’t exactly

They weren’t exactly Granny pants but they were probably the least sexy thing in the entire shop.

I burst out laughing.

“Double?”

“Sorry, Dels just showing me some god awful panties from inside the shop.”

Dom swore loud, and too late I realised my mistake. “You’re lingerie shopping with my sister.”

“She’s shopping …. I’m outside.” This wasn’t going well at all.

“I swear to god if you have phoned me on my honeymoon to ask my permission to hook up with my sister the answer is no.”

Fuck.

“Dom.”

“No Double, keep your hands off her. In fact I’ll ask Dodge to take over watching over her . At my house.” There was a pause. “I mean it Double.”

I knew he did but that didn’t mean I was going to listen to him. Asking his permission was a courtesy.

I had waited ten years to get Delilah back into bed.

“I find out you’ve touched her and I will put a bullet in your head.” His voice was lower, the threat clear. “You won’t even see it coming.”

And that I believed. In a fist fight or even a knife fight I would beat Dom easily. But he was a better shot, especially over long distances than I could ever hope to be.

“Yeah yeah I get it.” My eyes darted back into the shop , Delilah was surrounded. “I’ve got to go.”

“You’re not listening to me at all are you asshole? You’re still going to go for her.”

“Most probably.” I chuckled , ending the call.

Dom had said no, which was exactly what I had expected but looking at her as she smiled around at the groups of fans that had mobbed her I wasn’t sure I cared what he thought.