The rain is horrible when I pull into Sulfur Heights at the Evans’ home, my heart starts to beat wildly in my chest. Before I can second guess myself, I step from the car and into the rain. My skin instantly puckers with goose bumps and I kick my shoes into the gutter as I walk up the driveway then yank my veil from my head. The wind catches the tulle and lace and begins to dance in the air.
Drake and Jake stand in the garage as I finish the long walk up the driveway. The chill of my skin evaporates the moment his intense eyes connect with mine. Electricity, present from day one, heats my insides, awakening a thousand butterflies in my stomach. I stand in the rain, not moving another inch, and he doesn’t move or smile, either. He just remains stock still with his feet frozen to the garage floor. His eyes are intense, almost pleading to hear what I have to say.
Drake clears his throat and utters a small hi as he walks quickly through the rain and up the back steps.
I remain where I stand and pull a fifty dollar bill from the cup in my bra. “You won,” I whisper, finding it hard to make my voice come out.
Jake meets me out in the rain, face still cold and expressionless. “What do you mean?”
“The bet in Vegas; you bet me fifty bucks you would be the best kiss I’d ever had and you won.” I put the wet money in his hand. Jake looks down at our hands touching and for a moment he holds it there. I enjoy the heat that always comes when we touch.
Jake’s face transforms back into his typically cold expression as he pulls his hand away from mine. “Sorry you had to come all this way to give me fifty bucks. You should have mentioned it in the hotel room and saved yourself the trouble.” He starts to walk away from me and I instantly become desperate. I cannot let him walk away from me without knowing my true feelings. He needs to know I left Emerson at the altar so I can be with him.
“Jake!” I scream over the sound of the pounding rain. He stops, but doesn’t turn around, only stands with his rigid back to me. “I didn’t marry him!”
Jake turns to face me, but his face still remains expressionless. “Again, I’m sorry you had to come all this way to tell me, cupcake. Don’t forget to buckle up when you leave.”
Jake starts to walk away from me and begins to stomp up the back stairs. Running toward him, I grab a hold of his arm, yanking him back to me. Jake jerks his arm from my hold, eyes murderous when he meets them with mine. “No! I won’t let you leave. Did you hear what I said? I left him.”
“I heard what you said, but I’m still trying to figure out why you think I should care.” Jake leans in, his face inches from mine. Drops of rain drip from his chiseled jaw intensify his rugged looks.
“Because… I love you,” I whisper back to him.
“Love? Really, cupcake? You wouldn’t know love if it walked up and smacked you in the face.” Jake leans closer, dangerously close to my face. It would only take one slight movement and I could have my lips planted against his. “The only thing you know how to love is yourself.”
I’m instantly livid. “Oh, that’s the pot calling the kettle black, Jake! You’re the definition of selfish!”
“Oh, I’m selfish! So it’s selfish I saw a sad, depressed girl pouting on the back steps and instead of ignoring her, I showed her the time of her life? And it was also selfish when I defended you twice and went to jail because someone was trying to mess with you?” With every insult, Jake takes a step closer to me, causing me to back up. His voice is cloaked in anger. “And of course it was selfish when I tattooed your fucking body on my arm!” He yanks up his sleeve and flashes the pin up girl with my face in my direction. “Yeah, I did that because I was only thinking of myself. But the most selfish gesture of all is when I drove two fucking hours in the pouring rain to tell you I love you.”
My back is pressed against the side of the garage, Jake’s body pinning me to the wood. He looks down at my lips and back up to my eyes. The rain is soaking us as we stare at each other, waiting for the other to make the first move.
Jake grabs my chin in his hands, pointing my face up to his, then coldly whispers, “I suppose you think it’s selfish when I rip this dress from your body and fuck you right here in the rain.”
I can’t say another word. Jake’s mouth finds mine and we savagely kiss each other. Our lips press hard into each other as the passion and love I have for this man comes spilling out of me. True to his word, Jake grabs ahold of my dress where the millions of buttons trail down my back and yanks. He yanks and then yanks again.
The delicate lace and satin tears away from my body and falls to shreds, billowing at my feet when he says, “You’ve ruined me.” He kisses me hard, bordering on painful, as he pours his torn heart out to me. “I’m a complete fucking mess without you.”
I capture his lips with mine again and feel my insides light on fire, consumed with a passion only Jake can awaken in me.
He runs his hand down my body then lifts me up. His body is hard and ready for me when we start to walk. Rounding the corner to the backyard, Jake takes me behind the garage and as promised, pushes me against the side. His fingers exquisitely pull and tug at my nipples after he rips my bra from my body. I release a deep moan, barely able to contain my passion for him. I can feel myself climbing the mountain, inching closer and closer to the ultimate pleasure.
He reaches into my panties and touches that small spot of mine that’s on fire. His fingers are expertly driving me closer to my release, but when I’m almost reaching heaven, he pulls them away. The desire builds and I’m going crazy, needing to feel ecstasy, now.
Jake’s voice is low and commanding when he says, “Tell me what you want, Delilah.”
“You, please. I only want you,” I plead with him, needing to feel his skin against mine.
“What do you want from me, Delilah?” His commands are calculating and torturous. He starts to rub my nipples again then leans forward, brushing his lips across the hard mounds while refusing to put them in his mouth, killing me with anticipation.
I grab his face in my hands, looking him directly in the eye. A carnal beast has taken over my body, and if I don’t feel him inside of me, I will explode. I kiss him hard, showing him all the desire I have burning for him and only him, then I say, “Fuck me right now, Jake.”
The smirk I once hated spreads across his face. “Yes, ma’am.”
The next thing I know, my panties are ripped from my body and Jake’s rain-soaked shirt comes flying over his head. Expertly, Jake swings me around and we are lying on the wet grass. I don’t even care that I’m having sex outside while lying in mud and grass. The only thing that matters right now is Jake and feeling him against me—inside of me.
Jake undoes his pants and I pull them down, exposing his perfectly round ass, clutching it in my hands. Then, for the first time in weeks, I hear the words I’ve been yearning for when Jake whispers, “I fucking love you, Delilah.”
Before I can declare my love, Jake slams into me, taking me back to the mountain, and with every thrust, he pushes me closer and closer until we meet at the top, both of us hitting the point of no return.
Chapter 30
Jake
I had good intentions for myself when I tried to walk away from Delilah. I tried not to care that she’d come all this way to tell me that I won our bet and that I was the best kiss she’d ever had. And I tried really hard not to care that she’d left Emerson high and dry at the altar. But of all the things she said to me when she walked back in my life, I tried incredibly hard not to care when she said she loved me. I was ready to walk away from Delilah, but like a moth to a flame, I once again was sucked into her light—literally unable to escape her fire.
Now I lie in my backyard, practically naked and completely overwhelmed by the most intense, hardcore sex I’ve ever had. Guys are right when they say make-up sex is the best of your life because—after my nice, respectable Delilah has told me to fuck her—I think I’ve died a slow, glorious death.
The rain is still coming down and I now have
a new-found appreciation for it. Doing what we’ve just done while the cold rain collided with our bodies has been incredible. Delilah is lying underneath me, sheltered from the onslaught of rain, but stained with dirt.
When I’m finally able to move, I manage to make it to my feet then pull Delilah from the ground, kissing her on the nose. She is standing in front of me, completely naked, and I can’t help admiring her body. She is flawless in every way and now she’s mine. Forever. I will spend a lifetime worshipping every curve she possesses.
Initially, I was going to fuck her against the wall of the garage, but I just couldn’t bring myself to follow through with it. That has been my go-to position when I would randomly hook up with chicks, and now it seems all wrong. Maybe I will revisit it with her someday in the future, but until then, we will have to settle for every other position and maybe create some new ones of our own. Besides, we’ve just had kick-ass sex in the rain. How many fuckers can say they’ve done that? Nothing else compares. Once again, I’m the fucking man!
She is shivering from the cold rain now that she’s come back down to earth. I’ve loved every noise she’s made as I led her to the point where she erupted. I could barely hang on myself and when she went, I went.
I give her my soaking wet shirt to put over her body when she snags up her torn bra and panties then throws them in the burn barrel in the backyard. Hand in hand, we walk back to the driveway and I pick up her white dress. The dress is now covered in dirt and torn to shreds. Delilah takes it out of my hands and walks it back to the barrel, tossing it in with the rest of her clothes. Tomorrow, we will burn her past and begin our future together.
Delilah is still shaking from the cold as we make our way inside where Drake is sitting in the living room watching Sports Center with Mia asleep in his lap. I look to Drake then back to Delilah, who’s trying to hide as much as possible behind me.
Drake looks over at us and says, “It’s about damn time, Delilah. I don’t think Jake could take a hint if it smacked him in the face.” She only giggles as I pull her down the hall and into the bathroom.
The water dripping from the shower is warm and stings my cold skin when I put myself underneath. I pull Delilah in with me and hold her in my arms. She’s meant to be right here with me, tucked in my arms and head planted to my chest. The past several weeks have been agonizing.
From the loss of Presley then again when Jeremy went to prison, we’ve lost so much, but Delilah coming back into my arms proves there will be light at the end of our journey. It will take time to get us there and mend the bridges burned between Jeremy and Drake, but I have hope because I have her.
I lean down and place a tender kiss to her lips, which are warm and wet as she invites me in with every stroke of her tongue. When I pull away, I fall head first into her ocean blue eyes and become completely hers all over again.
“I love you,” Delilah whispers onto my lips then tightly wraps her arms around my neck.
I press her small body into mine and lean down into her ear. “I love you. God, I love you so much.” Then we kiss again, slowly. Deliberately. Savoring this moment, a moment I have been so sure would never happen.
I want her to be a part of our family. I want Christmases together, family celebrations, and eventually one day I want her to give me a child. In order for all of that to happen, I need my family to be happy with each other once more. She will be my drive and inspiration to mend the broken fences, so I ask her the only way I know how. “So, I’ve got an adventure for you.”
The warm water of the shower trickles down her naked body. Delilah’s breasts are poised and hard, urging me to suck them in my mouth. I can feel my body’s reaction to her wet body—I’m rock hard and ready—but I need to ask her one more thing. Then the shower fucking will commence.
“I want you to move in with us and help me put my family—our family—back together. What do you say? Are you in?”
Delilah looks deeply into my eyes and seems to be lost in thought when she lets a few tears fall down her face. They mix together with the warm water of the shower as she gleams with happiness.
Delilah says what she always does when I ask her to do something crazy, a little dangerous and completely shocking, she says, “Count me in.”
~The End~
Blind Love Playlist
“I’ll Follow You Down” by Shinedown
“All American Nightmare” by Hinder
“The Boys Are Back In Town” by Thin Lizzy
“Addicted” by Saving Abel
“Bad Romance” by Lissie
“Be Mine” by Alabama Shakes
“Blame It On The Boom Boom” by Black Stone Cherry
“Count Me In” by Early Winters
“Love/Hate/Love” by Alice in Chains
“The One That Got Away” by The Civil Wars
“Shattered” by Remy Zero
“Sideways” by Citizen Cope
“Southern Nights” by Cititzen Cope
“The Kill” by Thirty Seconds to Mars
“Welcome To The Jungle” by Guns N’ Roses
“Just Tonight” by The Pretty Reckless
“Sorry For It All” by Dead Sara
“Face To Face” by Dead Sara
“Kiss Me” by Ed Sheeran
“The Outlaw Torn” by Metallica
“I Want To Believe You” by Lori Carson & Paul Haslinger
“Hold On You” by Ponderosa
“Heartbreaker” by Alabama Shakes
“If You Only Knew” by Shinedown
“The End” by Kings of Leon
“Die For You” by Black Stone Cherry
“Blurred Lines” by Robin Thicke
“A Beautiful Lie” by Thirty Seconds To Mars
“The Best Thing That You Never Had” by Butch Walker
“Hesitate” by Stone Sour
Acknowledgements
To my family: You all know I love you. Do I really need to say it again? Fine… fine! I love you all so very much, every freaking one of you! I couldn’t possibly be any luckier to be a part of such wonderful lives. Thank you for embracing my craziness and unique personality while proud to claim me as your family.
To my friends: What can I say that hasn’t already been said; you’re a driving force of my success as an author. Many of you I’ve known for years and have moved your way into my heart—always planted there. Then there are the several of you I’ve known for a short while, but I know without any doubt you will always be a part of my life. Thank you so much!
To my betas: You are a great group of gals who share a passion for the Evans family as much as I do. Thank you, Megan, Michele, Cindi, Christie, Roni, Jen, Dena, Ashlee, and Amanda.
To my media slut: Oh, Michele, where do I begin? No words are found when I think of our relationship. You’ve successfully moved your way into my life, making it much brighter and a lot filthier. Damn, the things you say, but I wouldn’t change it for a second. We’ve bonded over our love of books, hot alpha men, and walrus penises (inside joke) to become good friends. I could not have marketed myself so successfully without your help and encouragement, so thank you!
To my editors: You are not only my professional support as a writer, but my dear friends as well. Thank you so much for being there to encourage me and put me back into my place when I get a little deranged over a review. I respect and honor every second I’ve known you both and I can’t wait to say it over and over with every book I write.
To my fans: THANK YOU! This absolutely would not be possible without the love and support you’ve shown me over the last year. It’s been a pleasure talking with you and I look forward to growing that relationship even more. I am overwhelmed by the kind words and stories you’ve took the time to share. All I can say is hold on to your hats, because M.S. Brannon is only getting started. ~Be happy. Feel inspired. Embrace love.
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