Page 37 of Tipping the Scales


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I am a patient man. Hell, I have waited five years for Delaney Thorne without even knowing that she was still in love with me. But right now, as I wait for her to say her goodbyes, hugging everyone as she works her way around the dinner table is excruciating. My arm itches and I feel like an addict waiting for his next hit, jittery, my mouth watering at the idea of getting her alone and getting to take full advantage of her new curves.

Carina gets up from her chair, hugging Delaney before turning to me. She pulls me into an embrace, patting her hand on my back before pulling back enough to see my face. "You are meant for each other. Treat her right and you guys will make it, I know it." I drag Carina back against me, her words warming my soul and confirming what I already know. The validation that others can see we are destined to be together, as if the stars aligned perfectly for us, means so much to me.

But I am done being well behaved and polite, I need to get out of here, and I'm taking Delaney with me even if I have to drape her over my shoulder to convince her it's time to go. Bryn gives me a knowing look, like she saw this coming from a mile away. She has always known that Iwas meant to be with Delaney, ever since we were teenagers, and now in this moment, I look her in the eyes as if to tell her it's forever.

"Alright, let's go," Delaney finally takes my hand and we walk to the door, sliding on our shoes and coats before opening the door, the cold night air hitting hard.

"Did you drive?" I ask, realizing I don't even know what kind of car she drives. Or if she has one in the first place.

"I came with Bryn." Her answer has my heartrate picking up knowing damn well that I will be bringing her home and not leaving for the foreseeable future. Not until I make up for all the time we lost.

Our hands stay entwined until I get her to the passenger side of my car, blocking the glow of the moon and cloaking us in pure darkness.

Her back makes a thud as it collides with the frame of my car and my lips are on hers within a second. She lets out the softest moan, linking her thumbs into my jean belt loops and pulling my hips against hers. My cock is already hard and now it's pressing against her belly demanding attention.

"I have been waiting too long to be back inside you Laney, please don't make me wait any longer." I beg, before running my tongue down her neck that is already covered in goosebumps. I bite and suck on where it meets her shoulder and she bucks against me, her desire hard to hide.

"Right here?" Delaney breathes out as she grips me against her. Not like I am complaining, every part of me is dying to be as close to her as I can be and this is as good as it can get on the side of this residential road.

"Backseat?" I ask, trying to think of the closest place I can get her naked and remind her how deep my love for her goes.

She pauses, turning towards the back seat window that she has been against. It's dark, the large tree above blocking the glow of the moon and the twinkle of the stars.

"Fuck it." Delaney pulls open the back door of my SUV and I have never been more thankful to have a midsize car. I push her onto the bench seat, no patience left in me now that she has agreed. I need her.

Laying her down, I pull her dress up enough to expose her panties underneath. I can already see where she has gone through them with her excitement and it makes me feral. I tug them down her legs, not bothering to unhook them from her shoes when they get tangled, and dig into the only feast I am thankful for right now.

Delaney is just as sweet as I remember, my tongue only adding to the moisture between her thighs. My lack of beard allows me to dig in further and I can feel my face becoming coated with her. It's sexy as hell.

My eyes trail up her body as my mouth feasts on her and the view from here is like the eighth wonder of the world. Her lips hanging open and breathless, her cheeks pink with the flush of blood, her eyes pinched shut to allow her to immerse in everything she can feel. The windows are already covered in condensation, the hot breaths from her and the body heat of me raising the temperature of the confined space.

I pull her clit into my mouth, sucking it lightly and causing her to squirm beneath me. I plant my hand on her stomach, holding her in place and allowing me to continue my banquet of Delaney Thorne.

"Colt, ugh, I need you. I need more … please," she pleads and I oblige, sliding two of my fingers into her wetness. She is soaked for me and I want to devour her. My fingers curve against her walls as they tighten, but I need to feel her on me so I slow the rhythm. My tongue runs leisurely against her pert bundle of nerves as I pump my fingers in and out of her agonizingly slow.

"More," Delaney begs again and I can't deny her any longer. I struggle to unbutton my pants with my left hand, not wanting to leave the warmth of her body. My cock is finally freed and I can't move fast enough to line it up with her entrance. I grip the base of my shaft, the tip grazing her folds.Fuck.

"I don't have a condom." My head drops to her chest, the rapid movement from her breathing moving me up and down.

"Fuck me, Colt. We have been apart for five years and all I want right now is to be connected to you. Consequences be damned, we need this."

And that's all she has to say for me to bury myself inside of her, feeling her perfect body stretch and take me in. It's like being wrapped in a warm blanket in autumn. Comforting. Home.

"I fucking missed you … so damned much. Don't ever leave again. Please." It's my turn to beg, my words in between each thrust, pulling gasping moans from her perfect mouth.

"I'll never leave you again. I promise. Fuck, I love you." The way her words hook into me like thorns on a rose bush.

I pick up my pace, pulling the top of her dress down and taking one of her hardened pink nipples between my teeth, earning me another loudmoan and I can tell she is getting close. And thank fuck for that because my spine is already starting to tingle, my orgasm on the cusp of eruption.

"You're mine, Delaney Thorne. Say it."

"I'm yours. Fuck, I'm yours. Oh … "

With her words I am tumbling into oblivion, my whole body tightening and my cock pulsing inside of her. Her body responds to mine, clutching me like a vice as she comes falling with me, the two of us lost in every memory from before and every memory that's to come.

I place a chaste kiss on her lips, a contrast to the rough and hurried intimacy we just engaged in. The strands of her hair that have frazzled out of place are tucked neatly behind her ear with my hand. "Love is an understatement of how I feel about you … how I have always felt and will always feel about you. And I am determined to show you for the rest of our lives how we balance each other perfectly."

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