Page 7 of Bring Him Home


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“Drake.” Wyatt says my name with regret in his voice that makes my gut clench. “I don’t know how to ask you this.” He sounds hesitant.

“You don’t have to ask me anything. Just tell me what you need and I’ll make it happen.” The drive to make Wyatt proud is still riding me. He could pretty much ask me for anything—as long as it didn’t involve me giving him his daughter back, that is. I’m not sure at this point that it’s possible for me to let her go back home. I know if I even mention her leaving again that she will fight me. I’ve known the girl for an hour and I can already see the fire that can light up in her eyes, and that somehow she’s mixed with a sweetness I’ve never seen before. I would never have believed those two things could be inside one person, but there she is.

That little spitfire of a girl was sitting in my lap twenty minutes ago. It took everything I had inside of me to lift her off me. I had really wanted to pin her to the floor of the car, grab that fiery red hair and fuck her until she turned into the sweet, docile kitten that I knew was inside her. I had already gotten a few peeks of her softness and I wanted more.

“She’s determined to stay and I can’t make her come home.”

I guess that he never thought of putting a lock on the outside of the door like I have. I have to stop thinking these things. She isn’t trying to leave at this point, she is begging to stay. I need to ride that wave as long as it lasts and hope that I can convince her to stay forever.

“Then she’ll stay here,” I offer. I say it casually, like it’s no big deal. I’ve poured myself a glass of scotch to try and take the edge off after that car ride. My hand tightens around the glass and I take another sip, but it doesn’t seem to be doing shit for me.

“Drake, I know how you are about people in your space. More so when it’s your home. I wouldn’t—”

I cut him off. “Wyatt, I know what your daughter means to you.” I do. On one level I respect that. I know that if I want something with Delilah that it can’t only be about trying to calm the need that is clawing at me to take her. My entire being is begging me to fuck her until she’s branded with my smell. I’m yearning to have every inch of her soft skin know the feel of my claiming touch on it. I know if I go down this road that I will be playing for keeps or I’ll fuck up the friendship and respect that I value so greatly with Wyatt. Maybe if I spend some time with her I can move past this lust that is riding me. Maybe it has been too long since I’ve taken care of myself. I close my eyes, wondering if I’m once again lying to myself about the reasons why I’m trying to make sure she stays.

“You have no idea what it means to me that you’d do this for me. I know you’ll keep an eye on my little girl for me.”

I am going to keep more than an eye on her. That is the problem. I am going to keep my eyes, mouth and eventually my dick on her and in her as much as possible. I take another sip of my scotch, letting the burn distract me from the filth going on in my mind.

“Maybe she’ll see city life isn’t for her and come home soon,” Wyatt adds. I’m not sure if he believes his own words or not. Leaving this city sounds nice, if you ask me. I wonder sometimes why I am still here, but if not here, where would I be? I’ve never called anywhere else home. “It’s been a long day. Why don’t we all sleep on it tonight and revisit this tomorrow?” Wyatt offers, thinking maybe I’ll change my mind and send his little girl packing.

I lift my head when I see a flash of red flutter past my open office door. Wyatt loses all my attention.

“Yeah, sure,” I say, dropping my phone to my desk and getting up out of my chair. I wonder what she’s doing out there. I can’t stop myself and my curiosity gets the best of me. I get up and go in search of her. I find her in the living room smiling. She looks as though she doesn’t have a care in the world. She’s standing there like she hasn’t just turned my nice orderly life upside down.

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