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He picked me up and set me down on his lap straddling him. He lifted my hand and put it on his chest over his beating heart, “I know it right here.” He lifted my hand and kissed my fingertips. “I’ve never met someone like you before, Delilah. I know you’re young and doing your own thing right now and I respect that. I plan to wait and not get in the way of it. But I just want you to know my intentions are to someday have it all with you.”
“I’m not young,” I whispered, “and I’m not doing my own thing.” I slid my fingers around the back of his neck and pressed my forehead to his, “I want this.” I said firmly, “I want you. Now.”
He groaned and wrapped his arms around me tighter, “I’m yours.” He kissed me, soaking up every moan and hiss I gave him as he teased me. “Every single part of me is yours. I love you, Delilah Beckett.”
“God,” I cried and tightened my hold on his neck, “I love you, too.”
“Mine.” He hissed and stood up off the picnic table with me in his arms.
“Where are we going?” I asked with a squeal of laughter as he marched us off towards the woods.
“To find a tree strong enough that won’t break against your back while I fuck your brains out.”
I tipped my head back laughing loudly at his caveman tendencies, “Who said romance was dead?”
Chapter 8 – Delilah
Present
Iwalkedtomycar after my shift looking over my shoulder and around every corner, expecting to see Fox waiting for me to finish the conversation he tried to start earlier in the ER. But I couldn’t be a part of it.
I ran my hand over the center of my chest to ease the ache of longing and anxiety that built throughout the entire day since his green eyes bore into mine.
So many nights I spent with him lying on his side facing me, staring at me with those mystical green eyes thinking how I’d never tire of seeing them like that. Then reality hit, and my happy ending was taken from me before I even realized I wanted it.
I drove through Belden to my side of town and parked around the back of my house, hiding my car behind the back porch like a criminal on the run.
What a fucked-up turn of events my life had taken.
My car was easy to pick out of a crowd, with the mismatched front bumper and ding in the back hatch from its days before it was mine. I wasn’t going to take the chance of Fox finding me at home and stopping by.
I didn’t know why I cared to think he’d try to find me after all this time, given what he did all those years ago to betray me. But that small broken part of my heart that still beat for the sweet, gentle biker that cared for me so tenderly when he was the worst kind of monster towards everyone else, wouldn’t stop hoping for a reunion.
Like some fucked up episode of Jerry Springer where the disfunction ran rampant through a family and everyone ignored the red flags.
That tiny part of my heart still wanted it anyway.
But I couldn’t give into that part. Because the rest of my heart, brain, conscience and pride wouldn’t let me even think about it for long.
I opened the back screen door and shut the inside door behind me, turning the dead bolt and then closed the lace curtain closed over it after peering out to make sure no one followed me into the driveway.
“Uh, hey, Sis.” Maddie said from the kitchen table where she sat with her laptop and textbooks sprawled out.
“Fuck!” I screamed and clutched at my chest, “You scared the shit out of me.” I panted and sagged against the wall as I glared at her. “What are you doing lurking like that?”
“Lurking?” She squinted her eyes at me and closed her computer, “You’re the one looking over your shoulder and deadbolting a door we hardly remember to even close at night. What’s with you?”
I pushed off the wall and kicked my shoes off onto the rack by the door and took my bags off my shoulders, looking around the corner towards the living room. “Where’s P?”
“Upstairs having screen time.” She rested her forearms on the table, “Tell me what’s going on.”
I sighed and busied myself with putting my lunch dishes in the sink before refilling my water bottles and placing them in the fridge for tomorrow. When I had no other tasks to busy my hands, I turned and leaned on the counter behind me and faced her.
“I ran into someone. Last night and today.” I said and watched her closely. “I didn’t know it was him last night until I saw him again today and now, I’m…” I sighed, “Freaking out.”
“Who?” She asked.
“Fox St. Claire.” I whispered his name like he was Beetlejuice and was going to appear out of thin air if I said it too loudly.
