Miss ~ Harloe Rae

by Rae, Harloe

  My appetite for her grumbles a wordless curse, but I can be patient. At least, I think I can. I reach for her hand and press our palms flat together. “I’ve missed your sweet-tooth.”

  “Oh, yeah?” My gaze heats when she leans in and murmurs, “Why’s that?”

  “Dessert in the most important meal,” I say. “It should always be . . . savored.”

  Delilah visibly shivers. “Maybe we should skip Cookies & Cream tonight.”

  I shake my head. “Let’s share a cone. Whatever we don’t finish, I’ll lick off your skin.”

  “O-okay,” she agrees.

  As we exit the booth, I wrap an arm around her. “I’m going to tear your panties off with my teeth,” I whisper. “I’ll be enjoying a triple-scoop serving of you real soon.”

  Delilah stumbles against me. “Do we have to wait?” There’s a slight whine in her voice.

  “Delayed gratification, Trip,” I murmur. And don’t I fucking know it.

  We cross the road toward Moo-Scoop, intertwined and huddling close. To anyone watching, there’s no denying our late-evening plans. My chest threatens to crack open so all the pure joy can spill out. How is this my life?

  I’m about to nibble along Delilah’s neck when a pair of familiar faces appear in front of us. We freeze on the sidewalk as her parents move closer, wearing matching grins. My gaze bounces from Delilah to their welcoming expressions. For future reference, this is the ultimate boner-killer. It’s a tad jarring going from extremely turned on to shutting down those thoughts entirely. Somehow, I manage to keep my shit together—at least I hope so.

  “Well, well. If this isn’t a blast from the past,” her mother titters.

  “Hello, Mrs. Sage,” I greet, then hold a hand out to her father. “Mr. Sage.”

  “Oh, don’t start with that nonsense, Zeke,” her mother replies. “You should know better. We’ll always be Sallie and Bill to you.”

  I smile at the sentiment and warmth roams up my neck. “If you insist.”

  They haven’t changed much since I last saw them. Sallie’s blonde hair has a bit more grey in it. Bill’s stomach extends a tad further past his waist. But overall, they’re the same loving people who helped me survive my teenage years.

  As if hearing my thoughts, Sallie pats my jaw. “You’ll always be like family.”

  Delilah hums in agreement. “That’s very true.”

  “Are we turning back time?” Bill says and juts his chin toward the parlor.

  I nod. “Something like that.”

  “Marlene keeps us informed on the Roosters’ renovation. How’s the building coming along this week?” Sallie asks.

  Delilah groans at the mention of the gossip’s name. I chuckle at her reaction.

  “Oh, Delilah. She isn’t so bad. If it wasn’t for Marlene and Betty, we’d all be left in the dark,” her mother scolds.

  “Pretty sure we’d survive,” Delilah replies.

  “Think of how boring Garden Grove would be without those ladies. But when Marlene stirs up trouble, put your foot down,” Sallie instructs.

  “I’ve tried that,” Delilah says.

  Her mother tsks. “Be the bigger person.”

  I circle us back to Sallie’s question. “The Roosters’ rebuild is going well. Construction is on schedule, but there’s been a few hiccups. We’re currently framing the place.”

  Delilah’s parents hum in understanding. Bill says, “I’ve driven by a time or two. Seems to be a lot of men working on the project.”

  I take a moment to think of how many we are. “Yeah, there’s around twenty-five total. But that includes the specialties who only stick around for their portion. Devon employs ten of us year-round.” I squeeze Delilah tighter when her body locks up. Before I can comment on it, Sallie speaks up.

  “So, you’re like Mr. Fix-It?”

  I laugh, rocking on my heels. “I’d like to consider my skills a tad more primed than a regular handyman, but sure. I’m definitely capable of household repairs.”

  “He’s quick too,” Delilah chimes in. “My shelf broke at Jitters and he showed up thirty minutes later. Excellent customer service.”

  I snort and pinch her side. She yelps and retaliates, tickling my stomach. We exchange counter-attacks until someone clears their throat. Delilah straightens against me while I tuck my hands away. Her parents smile at us knowingly.

  “Just like the old days,” Bill says.

  Sallie’s jade eyes sparkle. “Exactly. And you’re off the hook with Zeke around. He’s taking over Delilah’s repairs,” she tells her husband.

  Bill scrubs over his forehead with a chuckle. “Fine by me. I’m willing to bet you’re far more capable with a hammer.” I wave him off but know that’s true. He gets credit for trying, but his craftsmanship always needed fine-tuning.

  “Where are you living?” Sallie asks.

  The truth is I’ve been shacking up with Delilah for several weeks, but they don’t need to know that. “The crew is staying at The Mossy Den,” I tell them instead. A slight omission won’t hurt, right?

  Delilah giggles, and her parents raise their brows. She gives me a side-eye and scratches her temple. “Oh-uh, have you seen that resort lately? Those cabins haven’t improved, that’s for sure. 1970 called and wants their shag carpet back.”

  Sallie cringes. “I was afraid of that. Maybe you can fix those up next, Zeke.”

  I rub the back of my neck. “Ah, maybe. Not sure what I’ll be doing after this. Roosters will take months to finish, so there’s no rush.”

  Bill nods. “Right. You’re still young with plenty of options.”

  Sallie elbows him and huffs. “Anyway, you two need to join us for dinner sometime. I’ll make lasagna. We need to catch up.” She points at both of us.

  The thought of facing my father’s house is daunting, but I’d also love to revisit Delilah’s childhood home. There are a lot of great memories in there. I tip my chin, looking into her gleaming greens, and find the answer. “We’d love to,” I say.

  “Oh, good. It’ll be nice to enjoy a meal together,” Sallie chirps.

  Bill loops his arm around her shoulder. “We won’t keep you. I’m sure you’ve got something far more exciting to do than stand on Main Street chatting with us.”

  We exchange hugs and a few more pleasantries before they wander off. Delilah sighs and links our fingers, tugging lightly. “They’ve missed you.”

  I kiss her forehead, my lips curling with glee. “I’m glad we bumped into them. Even if that was worse than a cold bucket of water dumping over me.”

  She gives me an exaggerated pout. “Are you chilly?”

  “You can easily get me hot. There’s no doubt about it.”

  Her free hand wanders until she’s toying with the ends of my hair. “I think ice cream can wait.”

  I erase the space between us, my pulse already pumping faster. “Is that so?”

  Delilah nods and leans up to whisper, “Absolutely.”

  With those words, I’m on the move and practically dragging her behind me. She giggles, and I pull harder. “I’m not getting enough urgency from you, Trip.”

  “Your stride is double mine. At this pace, I’ll have to run to catch up.”

  I lead her around the building toward the staircase. “Ladies first,” I purr.

  Delilah’s voice is all sass when she says, “Aren’t you sweet.”

  “Trust me, this is one hundred percent for my benefit,” I groan as she begins her ascend. My shorts get uncomfortably tight while more blood rushes south. I grasp her succulent ass, gripping and releasing with each slow step she takes.

  She glances at me over her shoulder. “Keep doing that and we’ll never make it inside.”

  I make a show of studying the empty alley to our left. “Nobody is around . . . yet.”

  Delilah shakes her head while rushing to the door. While she’s opening the lock, my mouth gently assaults her neck. I suck and lick down her nape until she’s melting against me.r />
  “I love you, Trip,” I murmur softly.

  She sighs. “And I love you.”

  “I’m going to show you how much. Right now,” I say and band my arms around her waist.

  We step inside, her back to my front, walking as one. My fingers roam her sides, lightly brushing over her tits, and she’s pushing forward for more.

  “Don’t worry, baby. I’ll give you everything.”

  “Hurry,” she whimpers. “It feels like this entire evening has been foreplay.”

  My palm slides across her stomach and cups her center, applying slight pressure.

  “O-ohhh,” Delilah moans.

  “We’re just getting started,” I whisper along her jaw.

  I guide us toward the bedroom, spinning her around before she touches the comforter. My thumb swipes strands of blonde from her eyes, and I bend closer. I’m no longer in a hurry, deciding to savor every moment. Our noses meet, gliding together in a different type of kiss, but just as powerful.

  “You’re gorgeous, Trip. My beautiful girl,” I breathe across her blushing skin. My mouth seals over hers, locking us in a passionate embrace. I glide my tongue along the seam of her lips, and she opens for me with a whimper. I taste the essence that is purely Delilah. She’s sugar-sweet and mine for the taking. Her chin lifts while I tilt my head, finding the perfect angle to bring us closer. Her nails spear into my scalp, the sharp tug pulling me under. I’m already lost in her, and this is only a kiss. We exchange air, my exhale becoming her inhale. I’m dizzy and high off her breath, but the cravings are never sated.

  Delilah clings to me, her legs restless against mine. I could indulge on her mouth for hours without getting full, but my girl wants more. I break away slowly, sipping from her lips a bit longer. Lowering to my knees, I prepare to shower every inch of her with love.

  I lift her dainty foot and rest the sole on my pec. “You’re my forever.” I place a delicate kiss on her ankle. “My always.” My lips drift to her calf. “My future.” I suck across her knee. “My happily ever after.” I nuzzle her inner thigh. “My fairy tale ending.” My mouth traces further up. “My existence.” My touch lingers near her apex, pressing several kisses there. “Did I miss any?” I ask while lowering her leg.

  Delilah stares down at me with tears swimming in her eyes. She cradles my jaw, and I lean into her warmth. “How about my one and only?”

  I kiss her wrist. “That’s an important one.” My fingers reach under her skirt, lifting and seeking. “Have I told you lately how amazing sundresses are?”

  She smirks. “You’ve mentioned it a time or two, in these situations.”

  I ease the hem over her ass and don’t stop until the fabric is in a heap on the floor. For a moment, I silently admire her freshly exposed skin. Only a pink satin bra and matching panties cover Delilah’s most intimate areas. After getting my visual fill, I continue on my journey, mapping out a few landmarks. Like the thin scar on her hip. The flat mole on her lower belly. A patch of freckles along her ribs that have faded over the years.

  “Your skin is so soft, Trip. I hadn’t felt velvet and satin against my palm for years. I never want to go without again.” My voice is a plea as though she might vanish without a trace.

  Delilah’s fingers comb my hair. “You’ll never have to, Zee.”

  I hug her middle, my ear nestling between her breasts. A strong and sure beat greets me, proving she’s here with me. I want her with every cell of my being, but it’s more than physical need. Devouring her body constantly consumes my thoughts, but worshipping her heart and mind are more vital. Delilah is my entire world, spinning on her own axis around me. I’m blessed to be in the same universe.

  My cock twitches, signaling the incessant desire threatening to overtake me. I’ve kept us waiting long enough. True to my earlier words, I bite the silky edge of her panties. “Time for my dessert, baby.”

  LOVE

  Delilah

  I SHIVER AT Zeke’s words, my skin pebbling from the inferno blazing inside of me. He slowly drags my panties down and off, tossing the scrap of material over his shoulder. My grip on his hair tightens while I attempt to remain standing. My knees are ready to buckle under his sensual touch. Those skilled fingers skim up my legs, grazing over my ass and drifting along my back. He unhooks my bra with practiced precision, the clasp giving way without a fight. Zeke’s blue eyes are liquid fire while he studies me, bare and exposed before him.

  “Get on the bed.” The command is a quiet growl, one I don’t care to disobey.

  I scurry onto the mattress, lying down while my lower belly tightens. I dig my fingers into the sheets, desperate for an anchor until he’s with me. The sound of Zeke’s belt and zipper makes me pant. He’s standing at my feet like a marble statue, clad only in a tight pair of briefs. The sight of his enormous erection tenting the stretchy material is enough to have drool dribbling from my lips. I suck in sharply as my muscles quiver.

  Zeke’s gaze rakes over me with the patience of a trained hunter, taking time to explore every inch of my body. I feel like a feast he’s about to consume. I spread my legs wider in invitation. He prowls closer, like a predator stalking his prey. I’ll gladly let him eat me up.

  “You want me, baby?” he rasps against my inner thigh.

  “S-so much,” I stammer as his touch wanders higher.

  “Christ, I’ve missed you,” Zeke groans. His finger traces my slit, and I gasp. “And you’ve missed me.” There’s no question in his tone.

  “Yes,” I confirm anyway. There’s no denying how wet I am for him.

  Zeke abandons my center, lazily moving along my squirming form, our skin sliding together. I arch up, his light dusting of chest hair tickling me. His mouth crashes onto mine, our tongues swirling in a twisted connection. My toes curl into the blanket before I edge them up his calves. He pulls away, tugging my bottom lip between his teeth.

  “Where do you want me?” Zeke whispers against my raised chin. He exhales along my jaw, drawing my earlobe into his mouth. “Here?” I shudder at the hoarse tinge in his voice. Before I can answer, Zeke’s lips are trailing down my neck and he nips at my collarbone. He licks my nipples, spoiling the tips with suction that has me clawing at his shoulders. “Or here?”

  I moan and tug him closer, begging for more. “Please, Zee. Yes, yes.”

  My urging does the trick, and his hands slide down my sides. A coarse palm grazes against my lower belly, two fingers drifting lower. Zeke flicks my clit, and I jolt abruptly. His chuckle is dark and whooshes over my hyper-aware skin.

  “Definitely here.” His touch lowers until he’s circling my entrance. “And here.”

  Feverish lust pounds in my core, and I’m not sure how much more of his teasing I can handle. “Y-yes, please.” I already sound like a broken record.

  Zeke blows across and around my waiting pussy, the whisper of air sparking an uncontrollable fever. My hips buck as I search for more. His rough palms scrape along my sensitive thighs, spreading me open wide for the taking. Without warning, he latches onto my clit and sucks hard.

  “Holy fuck,” I shriek and reach for his head. My nails scratch against his scalp, and he moans into me. The vibrations send me higher, the tingling of release already looming above me. I’m having difficulty keeping my eyes focused, everything is spinning against the onslaught. He presses a single digit into me, and the pleasure ratchets to “O-ohh, I’m almost there.” The wail wheezes from my throat as I bend further toward him. Zeke pumps his finger in and out while attacking my clit with lashing licks. My hands go a bit numb and fire explodes from the very core of me. Prickles race along my legs while I wrap around him, never wanting this euphoria to end.

  The waves crash over me, and I’m mewling, pleading for more but unable to handle another ripple. My chest rises and falls at an alarming rate as I step back from the peak. His tongue is giving gentle swipes to my slit while the aftershocks twitch through me.

  Zeke props up on an elbow, shooting me a devilish
smirk. “That might be a record.” His voice is all cocky confidence and I swoon at the sound.

  I bite my lip and nod. “You’re a pro.”

  “Don’t mind hearing that.”

  “Show me what else you’ve got,” I murmur with my best come-hither expression.

  Zeke sits back on his ankles and shows off the stacks of muscles lining his abdomen. I want to sink my teeth into his juicy flesh, but there’s no time for that now. He hooks into the elastic of his briefs, shoving them down quickly. I swallow audibly as his dick bounces free.

  Good Lord, how does he fit?

  He settles on top of me, joining our lower halves in the most erotic way. Zeke enters me in a slow slide, taking his time to enjoy the snug pressure. We moan in unison, reveling in the feel of becoming one. He’s so fucking big, it’s still a shock after going too long without him. His hand searches for mine, and he glides our palms together. I sigh at the intimacy blanketing us.

  “I’ll never get used to this,” Zeke whispers against my lips.

  I kiss him softly. “Me neither.”

  His movements are languid and smooth. There’s no hurry in this act. Our hips bump in an easy sway before rocking apart. I contract around him on each withdrawal, and he pushes deeper in response. He tweaks my nipples, tugging the peaks just right. Another orgasm flickers in the distance, taunting me to move faster, but I can’t quite get there. There is too much emotion clogging my brain when he makes love to me this way.

  My fingers trace along the familiar scars on his arm, new lines crossing the old. The messy pattern speaking of his painful history. My touch bumps along the raised edges, and Zeke grunts. I’m familiar with his torment and understand what he needs in this moment. I bend and replace each mark with a kiss.

  Zeke sighs in relief. “I love you, Trip.”

  “I love you too.”

  He stills inside of me, leaning down to seal our mouths together. “How is it possible to love a person this much?”

  “Because we were made for each other?” I swivel my pelvis. Zeke meets my request with several teasing strokes, never touching that spot I need.

  “This is all so romantic,” I murmur while he gently palms my breast. Zeke hums along my throat, and his cock finds purchase on the pleasure button that makes my eyes cross. “Right there,” I encourage.