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“Yeah, I’m seeing that.” I’m not sure if he’s talking about us keeping our distance or how we’re going to get the massive desk into my apartment.
“I’ll help you,” I offer. Fletch’s hand goes to the side of the truck, gripping it so tight his knuckles are turning white.
“Oh, you fucking will, Delilah.” He takes a deep breath, almost like he’s scenting the air. Can he smell me from eight feet away? “Later,” he follows up.
I swallow, a lump forming in the back of my throat as I think about what will happen when we’re alone. “Okay.”
He takes another deep breath. “I didn’t realize you had a two-story, or the size of the desk. There’s no way in hell you can help me lift this without hurting yourself. Asher couldn’t get away from the farm. Beau could, so he should be pulling up any minute. You wanna show me where we’re placing this?”
“I’m not sure if I should be offended or flattered,” I reply. Besides, it was me who packed up every box, rented a small moving truck, then loaded and off-loaded everything on my own before a certain male showed up. That person would be my father. He was pissed at the situation, told me to sit my ass down or unpack the house. He took over, much like he tends to do when the occasion warrants it.
“Delilah, the damn thing weighs nearly three hundred pounds. The guy helping me load it up struggled. The last thing I want is for us to move it and the damn thing to drop on you.” Okay, filing this away for future reference, bring a measuring tape and ask how heavy the piece is before purchasing any more furniture.
“Oh, well, when you put it like that. Also, it’s not going upstairs. My office is downstairs. The upstairs only has my bedroom.” Fletch lets go of the big black truck and walks toward me with a purpose. I take a step back, knowing what will happen. He’ll be screwed, and the last thing I want to do is ruin his career.
“Lead the way, Delilah.” His voice deepens, taking on a throaty tone. I’m well aware what will happen the minute we walk through my front door. I turn around. His wish is my command. So, what if I put a little bit more into my normal gait? My shoulders no longer slouch, and there’s a bit of an arch to my back and a little sway to my hips. The clothes I put on to meet up with Madelyn were immediately discarded when I came home. My sundresses are comfortable, but the jeans I put on were restricting, and the fast cleanup that needed to be done before Fletch got here meant a quick change of clothes. I was back in my work clothes of sweats and tee, and yes, my bra is off, too.
“Woman.” Fletch catches up to me as we round the corner to the semi-private walkway leading to the front door. I can feel the heat of his body, and when he wraps his arm around my waist, my back meets his front.
“Fletcher.” I move my head when I feel the ghost of his lips trail along the column of my neck.
“A few more steps, then I’ll give you my mouth.” My mind conjures up exactly where he’ll use it. Will it be pressed against my own, will he strip me out of my clothes to suck on my nipples, or will he drop to his knees? I can imagine him lifting my thigh, placing it over his shoulder, and eating me like I’m his last meal.
“Jesus,” I breathe out. We take the steps together. My hand wraps around the handle, attempting to turn the damn knob. Fletcher doesn’t make this any easier when he sucks on my skin, pulling it into his mouth. My eyes shudder closed, and my chest heaves with each sensation his lips, his tongue, and the way he breathes make me feel. Goose bumps consume my body. I’m a lost cause. There’s no way I’ll be able to do what we both need and want now. Fletch’s hand covers mine, and he twists the handle, opening the door, then walks us inside, his legs on the outside of mine.
“Mouth.” I’m spun around, the door is kicked shut, and Fletcher doesn’t kiss me; that’s too small of a word for what he’s doing to me. He’s consuming me, mind, body, and soul.
Chapter 10
Fletch
“Sucks we can’t do this at your place.” We had a moment in her place, my mouth on hers, Delilah’s body melting into mine. Of course, I had to cut it short. Beau is nothing if not punctual, considering he had shit of his own to do. I knew when he got there, it was time to get to work. His heavy footsteps told me to cut it short. Delilah was none too thrilled, and when we pulled apart, neither was I. There was a reason for it, too. Cheeks red, nipples tight, and I could smell her arousal. My brother coming over to help, but also at the thought he could see my woman like this, did not make me happy. In fact, I was ready to demand she put a jacket on. Delilah has an issue with wearing bras, not that I blame her, seeing as I’m reaping the rewards whenever I’m around. She must have been reading my mind. At the first knock on her door, she reached for a jacket. I’d have said something, but I would have come off as a callous asshole. She saved me from showing my ass.
“Yeah, well, your truck is massive. Besides that, I wouldn’t put it past my dad to do a drive-by on his way home. A habit I seemed to have picked up from him.” My truck isn’t even that big. A black Chevrolet 2500 isn’t big when you grew up on a farm. There are times you have to pull a trailer, and you don’t want to get stuck in the wet Georgia clay. I lift my head off the pillow. She’s got hers tilted in upward on my chest. That bit of information has my attention. Delilah always does, but now I want to know exactly what she’s talking about.
“Why would you be driving by?” I ask. We’re on the couch. I’m flat on my back, and she’s wedged between my body and the back of the couch. We once again didn’t make it to my bed for our first round. This time, I bent her over the back of the couch, and when we were finished, we landed here. Her legs were like jelly, and my own weren’t much better. Now she’s wrapped around my body, my fingers massaging the nape of her neck. I’ve got her leg hitched over mine, and there’s a mess between her legs leaking on me. It’s fucking hot as hell how she doesn’t seem to mind, and I damn sure don’t.
“Because I knew, Fletcher. I knew that one time with you would never be enough. I didn’t have your number, you know. I couldn’t necessarily ask my dad, so I drove by the station waiting to see if your police car was in the parking lot so I could thank you. Obviously, you weren’t there, and I finally asked Dad where you were. He told me. A quick phone call to my mom, and you know the rest.” The look on her face is priceless. She’s proud of herself. Damn, so am I. Delilah Taylor, when she wants something, she goes after it. I’m not even going to talk about how I was too much of a dumbass not to do similar. I should have known there was no denying the attraction.
“Thank fuck you did. My head was so screwed up and stuck up my own ass. I can’t say I would have done similar.” She scoots up, leaving a trail of our combined cum, a slight hiss leaving her lips. “You sore, baby?” I ask.
“What can I say? You’re one of a kind, Fletcher Wild. And to answer your question, I could use another good soak in the tub. I’m not sure I’ve recovered from last night and, well, you’re really big.” She traces the tattoo on my rib cage.
“Fuck, yeah, I am.” I don’t tack on that she’s small. Her cunt probably won’t ever get used to my dick, it sure as hell hasn’t so far. I’ve taken Delilah hard, taken her slow, had my fingers in her pussy, and she’s clamping down on me before she’s close to coming.
“And now I’ve stroked your ego.” Her laugh is a balm to my damn soul.
“You’ll be stroking something else, you keep touching me.” Her fingers stop their ministrations for a second, telling me she likes that idea as much as my dick does.
“Promise? You still haven’t let me taste you completely.” Speaking of dicks, he perks right the fuck up.
“Later, you can sit on my face, and while I eat you, you can suck me dry.” I’m about to sit up and carry her to the bathroom. I’ve got a bath, some Epsom salt, and plenty of hot water for her to soak in. There’ve been times I’ve had to pull my weight at the peach farm. Days on end of work when I’m not scheduled for duty take their toll on your body when you’re not used to that kind of manual labor day in and day out.
“Don’t you dare take it back. Every time my lips so much as wrap around your cock, you find a reason to move me off you. One day, I’m going to wake you up while I suck your cock, then you won’t have an excuse.” Damn, she’s going all out.
“Anytime you wanna do that, Delilah, I’m fucking game. Come on, let’s get you in the bath.”
“Wait, I’m not ready to get up yet. I’m comfortable here.” The light jostling of sliding out from beneath her stops. I resettle how we were and hold her close to me.
