Chapter Eleven
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Delilah
“Delilah.” The hand that wrapped itself around my arm, tugging me into the shadows at the side of the house was masculine and strong. Tanned, heavy silver rings glinting .
Doubles hand.
“Hey.” I waved my bottle at him. “Just going to get a refill.” The night was balmy and everyone had headed outside to carry on the impromptu party. The music was loud, the company boisterous.
Part of missed all of this. The freedom of club life. And it had been way to easy to fall back into the easy routine which I had grown up in.
“We need to talk.”
“We do?” I widened my eyes innocently , maybe someone else would have fallen for it but Double? Double had always seen straight through any act I put on even when I was a kid, getting into trouble.
“Yeah Del, we do.”
Somehow he had moved me, pushing me back against the wall, stepping up so I had no choice but to raise my face to his or have it crushed against his chest.
He smelt of smoke and motor oil. The lingering smell of cinnamon where he had been chewing gum.
And my blood pressure hitched up several places. He smelt of man. Pure man.
“About?” “
“What ever game you are playing.”
I blinked slowly. Maybe I had been taking it to far, this whole making him jealous thing. It wasn’t something I had set out to do. I had wanted to have as little to do with him as possible.
And then never see him again. Being around him was too painful even now. Just looking at his stupidly handsome face was like being humiliated all over again.
“I don’t know what you mean.” Playing dumb was the best policy but it was becoming harder and harder when he was this close. His fingers squeezed my hip as he crossed me against the warm brick. “You need to stop f*****g around with the prospect.” His voice was husky, chest rising and falling against mine with every breath he took.
“Anyone would think you are jealous?”
“I am.” Two simple words and my heart thundered against my chest. “I f*****g am.” He swore, his eyes darting down between our bodies. My breasts were pressed against his chest we were so close. “Have you c*m yet tonight Del?”
“No.” I couldn’t breathe. He was to close , overwhelming my senses and any good sense I had.
“Good.” His head lowered, and I raised my own to accept his kiss. Except his lips never met mine. Instead his teeth nipped at my jaw. His hand sliding around my waist until he grabbed great handfuls of my ass, lifting me onto my tiptoes so he could press the hardness between his legs against me fully. “Want me to make you c*m little Del?” His voice was growing huskier by the second. “Do you still want me to f**k you?”
His free hand closed around my breast and I sucked in a breath. Wasn’t this what I had always wanted?
Double in my bed? His own lust making his eyes darken and his chest heave. Hadn’t I always Finn to want me , to see me as a woman and not as Doms little sister?
And yet he had said still.
Like he was doing me a favour.
“Do you Del.” His lips moved from my jaw, licking down my neck and nuzzling into the swell of my breasts. “God I love these t**s. Tell me you want me to make you c*m and I will.”
“What about…” I was about to mention my brothers name but the look in his eyes stopped my short.
“I don’t care, just ask me. You asked me before but this time I’ll say yes. God I can’t get enough of you.”
“No.” My voice wobbled as I pushed him back. “No Double, I don’t want you to make me c*m. I don’t want to f**k you. You disgust me. “ stepping to the side I grinned up at him and the utterly shocked look on his face.
“Del?” He seemed honestly shocked.
“You had your chance Double, you didn’t want me then, what makes you think I want you now?” I walked away from him without looking back, my core clenched.
God saying no to him was hard. But I wasn’t about to be another notch on his bedpost.
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