by Harley Wylde
I flicked her nipples with my thumbs as she rode me harder. Giving one of the rigid peaks a pinch sent her over the edge. She screamed out my name, her movements becoming jerky and uncoordinated. I gripped her hips, lifting her a little, then thrust up into her. On the third stroke, I came.
“Jesus, woman. You’re going to kill me.” She collapsed onto my chest and I ran my fingers through her hair. “I’m too damn old to fuck you twice in a row.”
She giggled and lifted her head to look me in the eye. “You’re not old, Justin. You’re seasoned to perfection.”
I swatted her ass. “What am I? A steak?”
She sighed and cuddled closer. “No. You’re amazing, that’s what you are.”
Her words touched me. No one had said that to me before, especially a woman. Oh, there were plenty who wanted my dick or the honor of being the Pres’s old lady, but Delilah was something else. She was the perfect mix of naughty and sweet. I’d never wanted to cuddle after sex, but I wasn’t ready to let her go. I ran my hand down her back and tangled my other one in her hair. I wanted her to stay.
Shit. I was in trouble. She was the only woman I’d brought to my house, and now I didn’t want her to go home. I’d given Kraken shit over Phoebe, before I’d known she was my daughter, and now I was doing the same fucking thing. I wanted to make Delilah mine. Sure, we’d technically known one another for two months, but we’d never had a date. Never shared a kiss until today.
Would I chase her off if I asked her to stay? No, I wouldn’t ask. Asking was for pussies.
“Was I imagining things or do you have a dog? Because it’s either that or Satan unleashed hellhounds and they were trying to break in,” she said.
I couldn’t help but laugh. “Barney isn’t a hellhound, but he is determined. I’ll introduce you later. Promise he won’t eat you.”
I reached over and switched off the lamp.
“What are you doing?” she asked, her voice soft and low.
“We’re going to get under the covers and get some sleep. When you’re rested, I’m going to fuck you again.”
She sighed and rubbed her cheek against me. “I should tell you no and go home.”
“Should but you won’t.”
“Cocky,” she murmured.
“No. Not cocky. I know what I want. Which is you. Now that I have you in my house, in my bed, you’re not leaving until I say you can.”
She lifted her head and stared at me. “That’s a rather caveman thing to say.”
I grinned. “You knew that about me before tonight, darlin’.”
She gave an indelicate snort and laid her cheek back on my chest. It seemed she wasn’t going to argue or fight me on this, which was good. She’d have lost. If it meant I had to spank her ass again, I would. If I had to tie her to the bed, so be it. Actually… I rather liked that idea. My cock started to get hard inside her again.
Delilah moaned. “Not yet. I need time to recover.”
“Baby, you have a webcam show where you get yourself off for an hour. I seriously doubt me fucking you twice made you sore.”
“You’re bigger than my toys, Justin. Take the compliment and shut up.”
I fought not to laugh and swatted her ass again. “Stop sassing me.”
“Never,” she said in a near whisper. The next moment, her breathing evened out and I knew she’d fallen asleep. It took a bit of maneuvering, the bedding twisted underneath us, but I managed to pull the sheet over us. For the first time in my life, I didn’t want to let a woman go. Didn’t matter if my arms went to sleep, my legs, or even my dick. I wasn’t moving her if I didn’t have to.
When we’d come into the bedroom, I’d set my phone on the bedside table out of habit. Now the damn thing was going off and I hoped it didn’t wake up Delilah. I reached over and turned it so I could read the screen. Wizard.
“What the fuck do you want?” I asked, putting the phone to my ear. “I’m busy, asshole.”
“Yeah, I got that. Everyone said you took one look at Delilah and ran off with her. But, Pres, we’ve got a problem.”
Shit. I didn’t want, nor need, to hear that right now. “What is it?”
“New webcam girl.”
I looked down at Delilah. “She’s in my arms. What of her?”
“Not that one. The one who showed up two weeks ago. Shella isn’t a name I hear all that often. Struck me as familiar,” Wizard said. “Then I remembered. Grizzly had a girl by that name who ran off. Hasn’t been back to Devil’s Fury in years. It’s her, Pres. His kid is doing a webcam show in our fucking clubhouse. If the Devil’s Fury finds out, they’re going to want a pound of flesh.”
Fuck my life. “She’s done. I don’t want her stepping foot inside the clubhouse again. You hear me? Whatever it takes, you get that girl home where she belongs.”
Had she lost her damn mind? If Grizzly found out what she’d been doing, or that we’d allowed it, we’d all be fucking dead. He might not be the President of the Devil’s Fury anymore, but I didn’t want on his bad side either. And Badger… shit. Shella was his sister-in-law. I could only imagine what the new Devil’s Fury Pres would have to say about it.
I set the phone down and held Delilah closer to me. Just having her in my arms made everything seem better. Didn’t matter if hell was about to rain down on me or not. She gave me a sense of peace I hadn’t felt in a long time, not even after discovering I had a daughter and granddaughter. I loved Phoebe and Ember, and my new grandson, Banner, but they didn’t live with me. Kraken had claimed my daughter before I’d even known she was mine.
At nearly forty, I was ready to settle down. The club whores had lost their appeal. Hell, Delilah was the only one who’d had me ready for round two so fast in years. Even now, I could fuck her again. I wasn’t a big enough asshole to wake her, though. I enjoyed the weight of her on my chest as she breathed deep and even. It made me wonder how she’d been sleeping since she moved here. Missy had said she was a friend from back home, but that’s about all I knew of Delilah.
She stirred against me, and I ran my hand down her back, loving the feel of her soft skin. She stretched and slowly opened her eyes, giving me a shy smile.
“Did I sleep long?” she asked.
“Maybe a half hour.”
“Felt like longer.” She looked toward the window before sighing. “Guess I better go home.”
Home? I tightened my hold on her. “Or you could stay right here.”
“I didn’t think men like you wanted a woman hanging around too long. Don’t you usually kick them out when you’re done?” she asked.
“Told you this was different. You’re not a one-night stand, Delilah.”
“You don’t know anything about me, Titan.”
I smacked her ass and she yelped. “What’s my name?”
“Justin.” She smiled a little. “I don’t want to overstay my welcome and end up being labeled as one of those clingy women you can’t get rid of.”
Fat chance of that happening. I wanted her here. “You could tell me about yourself. If you want, I can get us some drinks. We can sit in the living room.”
She rested her chin on my chest as she stared at me. I couldn’t decipher the look in her eyes, but it was clear I’d surprised her. Did she think I was such an asshole I’d toss her out? Lie just to get in her pants? Or had no one ever wanted more than that from her? The fact she’d never been with a man baffled the shit out of me. A woman as sexy as she was should have had guys beating down her door.
I rolled us so she lay under me, then kissed her soft and slow. She gave a little sigh as I pulled away, a dreamy look in her eyes. I ran my fingers down her cheek before pressing my lips to hers again.
“Come on, baby. You can put on one of my shirts and we’ll go get a drink so we can get to know one another better.”
I got up, then held out my hand, helping her off the bed. She picked up the shirt I’d been wearing earlier and pulled it over her head. I grabbed my boxer briefs from the floor
and put them on, not bothering with anything else. I couldn’t remember if I’d locked the front door and didn’t want to chance my daughter coming in and catching me naked. She’d done that once a few months ago and we’d both gotten the shock of a lifetime. Needless to say, I always stayed dressed if I wasn’t in my bedroom, or at least made sure my cock wasn’t hanging out.
Once we were covered enough we wouldn’t scandalize Phoebe, or scar her for life, I led her to the kitchen. Barney sniffed at Delilah a few times, licked her ankles, then danced around my feet. I had no doubt he needed to pee. Or bark at the moon. Or the air. Fuck knew he just liked hearing the sound of his voice. I let him out back before opening the fridge.
I had no idea what she’d want. I could make coffee, or I had a jug of sweet tea. I could drink coffee any time of day or night, but I knew most people preferred it in the mornings. There wasn’t much else to drink in the fridge other than beer. She didn’t strike me as the beer-drinking type.
“Sweet tea, coffee, or tap water?” I asked.
“Tea is fine,” she said.
I pulled the gallon jug from the fridge and poured two glasses. Barney scratched at the back door and I let him in. He cocked his head at me. Tongue lolling, he scrabbled over to Delilah, his nails clicking on the floor. She had a soft smile on her face as she reached down to him. Barney licked her fingers and she giggled.
“And that’s Barney,” I said. “Found him a few months ago, wandering the streets. Or rather, he found me on a rainy night. I was heading back to my bike from the liquor store and heard this noise behind me. He followed me all the way to the Harley, then gave me this look that clearly said he expected to go with me. Wasn’t easy, but I let him ride with me. Took him to the vet and they said he wasn’t microchipped. Looked like he’d been on his own for a while. Skinny. Covered in fleas. He was in rough shape.”
“He’s beautiful,” she said, rubbing Barney’s ears. “And sweet!”
Yeah, he was a good dog. Maybe not the sort most people pictured the president of an MC having, but I liked having him around. Not to mention he was smart as hell. He also sounded like a one-hundred-pound German Shepherd when he barked which made him a decent guard dog, as long as no one got a good look at him. Barney didn’t exactly inspire fear when you saw him.
I picked up our drinks and motioned for her to follow me to the living room. I eased down onto the couch and she sat next to me, but with a foot of space between us. After I put down the glasses, I reached over and tugged her closer. Barney leapt onto the couch and leaned against her other side.
“So, who is Delilah…? What’s your last name, sweetheart?”
“Gilbert,” she said. “I’m Delilah Gilbert.”
Barney stretched across her lap and she absently rubbed his ears again. He gave a doggy grin and winked at me. If I didn’t know better, I’d say he was trying to convince her to stay.
“And, Miss Gilbert, what else should I know about you?” I asked, wrapping my arm around her shoulders and hugging her to me. “Besides the fact you obviously like dogs. Come from a big family? Only child?”
I couldn’t imagine any parent being okay with the job she had. It was a good thing I’d made sure no one saw her but me. Even though I didn’t know a damn thing about her family, I had no doubt her dad would be pissed if he knew what his little girl was doing for a living. I wasn’t too thrilled about it either. She might not be mine -- yet -- but when she was, I’d end her webcam days once and for all. Didn’t matter if no other men were lusting after her as she got off.
“Who doesn’t like dogs?” she asked. “Especially this one. He’s adorable!”
“And he knows it,” I said.
“I have three older brothers,” she said. “And my parents are still together. My dad used to own a garage and one tow truck. Now he has several locations and more trucks. After he married my mom, he changed the name to Camelot Towing.”
“Camelot?” I asked.
Her cheeks turned pink. “My dad’s name is Lance and my mom is Gwen. You know, like Lancelot and Guinevere.”
Cute. Unexpected for a mechanic to come up with something like that so I was betting on the mom. Then again, just because the guy fixed cars didn’t mean he didn’t enjoy reading. Maybe he was a King Arthur fan. It was the three older brothers part that made my nape prickle.
“Any chance your family is stopping in for a visit?” I asked.
“No. They were mad I left home. Except Mom. She understood. But my brothers weren’t speaking to me when I drove off, and still haven’t. I talk to my dad at least every few days. He insisted, so he’d know I was alive and not dead in a ditch.”
I made a mental note to have Wizard check into Lance and Gwen Gilbert, as well as Delilah’s brothers. I didn’t like unknowns and if they decided to show up in town, I wanted to be prepared. Being quite a bit older than her, it was likely her parents and brothers would object to us being together, especially since I was the President of the Mississippi chapter of the Hades Abyss MC. I’d never given a fuck before, and I honestly didn’t now, except I wanted her to feel comfortable. Safe. I didn’t want Delilah to feel torn between me and her family. Assuming I could convince her to see me again.
“I thought I didn’t have any family left. Kraken, my Sergeant-at-Arms, brought a woman home. Decided to keep her, and her little girl. Found out later Phoebe is my daughter. So I’m a grandpa even though I’m not even forty.”
She twisted so she could look at me. “Wait, you have a daughter who’s old enough to have a kid? How old is she?”
A warning was flashing in my brain to proceed with caution. “Old enough. And yes, I have a daughter. She already had Ember when she came here, but now she and Kraken have a son. Banner. There was another baby, Banner’s twin, but he was stillborn.”
Her gaze skimmed over me. I knew what she’d see. Lots of ink. I kept in shape so I still had my six-pack even though it was getting harder to maintain than it had been a decade ago. I knew I didn’t look like I should be a grandfather. Hell, Kraken was only two years younger than me.
“Phoebe was the product of a one-night stand shortly after I’d patched into the Hades Abyss,” I said. “I never knew she existed. If I had, I’d have wanted her. Didn’t matter I was still pretty much a kid myself back then. No fucking way would I ever let my daughter grow up without a dad.”
“And your daughter isn’t going to freak out that you’re sleeping with someone around her age?” she asked.
Might be a little weird for her stepmom to be her age, or younger, but we’d make it work. Shit. I was already thinking of keeping Delilah. Knowing I’d been her first was fucking with my head. I’d wanted her before, but now I didn’t want to let her go. I didn’t think she’d take it well if I claimed her without giving her any say in the matter.
The fact I was going to give her the option of staying or going told me enough. Delilah was unlike anyone I’d met before. Even though she was a webcam girl like Missy, she wasn’t ready to strip naked in front of people in person. The look on her face when she’d walked into the clubhouse had been one of horror. I’d warned her what happened.
“Not just sleeping with you, Delilah. You’re mine.” Well, fuck. I hadn’t meant to say that. Way to take it slow, asshole. “Exclusive. That’s what we are.”
Better. Maybe. The way her lips turned down said otherwise.
“Exclusive, or I’m yours because I get the feeling those mean two different things,” she said.
“Both. You’re mine, which means we’re exclusive. I won’t fuck other women and you won’t fuck other men.”
She tipped her head to the side and studied me. It reminded me of the same look Barney gave me when he was deciding if he agreed with me. “Are you asking me or telling me?”
I cracked my neck and tried to hold back the words I wanted to say. Any other woman, I’d lay down the law. But then if Delilah were anyone else, I wouldn’t want her this damn bad. She was unique. A combination of sexy and sw
eet that I couldn’t get enough of.
She smiled a little. “So, you’re telling me. Got it.”
“Something wrong with that?”
“I’m used to men telling me what to do and expecting me to obey. My dad and brothers might not be bikers, but they’re definitely the alpha male type. I can’t say I’m thrilled to have someone giving me orders, but I like you, Justin. I want to see where this goes.”
I lifted her so that she straddled my lap. The fact she didn’t fight me said enough. I ran my hands up and down her thighs before tugging her closer. She put her hands on my shoulders and eagerly accepted my kiss. The way she opened up, let me in, and gave me control had me holding her a little tighter. Delilah was too sweet for a man like me, too innocent.
When I broke the kiss, I knew exactly what I wanted. Her. In my bed, every fucking night. At least, until I knew for sure what I was feeling wasn’t going to fade after a few days or weeks.
“Stay. Not just tonight, but tomorrow too.”
“I didn’t bring an overnight bag with me,” she said.
“Text Missy a list of things you want, and I’ll have a Prospect pick it up. Enough for a few days.”
“You said tonight and tomorrow,” she reminded me.
“Yeah, but I may want to keep you longer. Let’s just leave it open-ended for now.”
I was playing a dangerous game. As much as she fascinated me, I didn’t think I’d want her to leave anytime soon. Once she realized I was planning to keep her indefinitely, she might decide she was finished with me. I had no doubt she could have any guy she wanted. I’d never met anyone sexier than her.
She gave a slight nod and a shy smile.
Little did she know tonight was only the beginning.
The nudge Barney gave me with his cold, wet nose said he was in complete agreement. She was ours and she wasn’t going anywhere.
Chapter Four
Delilah
The President of Hades Abyss wanted me to stay at his house. It felt a little like I was living in a dream world. Men like him didn’t keep women like me. Not for more than a night. Even then, I’d never had a guy of his caliber ever come onto me before. Part of me wondered if it had anything to do with me being a webcam girl. Had that wilder, naughtier side of me been what had snagged his attention?