He glances at me and nods. “Heard loud and clear,” he grunts. He heads back over to the Jeep I was fucking with before. Barnes starts to pull his truck inside, and I feel her presence before she says a word behind me.
“I didn’t know he was coming here,” she says quietly.
“It’s fine,” I grunt.
Seeing her, with him, has my blood boiling and something bloody savage snarling inside of me. I know the arrangement, but that doesn’t lessen how much I want to snarl “she’s mine!” in his sodding face right now.
“It’s not,” she says gently. “I—he just demanded I get into the car. I really don’t know why he came here. He doesn’t…” she trails off, and I turn to look at her.
“He doesn’t know,” she whispers. “Trust me, he doesn’t.”
A smile curls at the corners of my lips. “About last night?”
She blushes fiercely. “Yeah.”
Fuck. I’ve been thinking about her all goddamn day, but I wasn’t prepared for what it would feel like to be near her again. I wasn’t prepared for the ache, and the raw lust. I wasn’t ready for the way my hands clench with a need to grip her and take her. I wasn’t expecting the way my cock throbs hard in my jeans, or the way every part of me screams to have her again.
The Escalade turns off, and Barnes steps out as the hood pops. I go to duck under it, when Delphine clears her throat.
“Um, is there a lady’s room?”
“Yeah,” I growl, half turning. Our eyes lock, and my pulse thunders.
“Down the hall past the office. Second door on the left. If you walk into a storage room, you’ve gone too far.”
She rakes her teeth over her pouty lower lip, her eyes just locked and smoldering on mine.
“Got it, thanks.”
She turns, and I barely hold back the groan as I watch that denim-clad ass saunter away. I turn back to the Escalade and start to unscrew the cap for the oil.
“Yo, is it cool if I smoke?”
I frown and poke my head out from under the hood to look at Barnes. “What?”
“Is it cool if I—”
“Not in a garage full of gasoline and chemicals,” Ryker growls from across the garage, glaring at Barnes. “Take it to the other side of the parking lot.”
Barnes shrugs. “Whatever, bud.” He jams a cigarette in his mouth and heads off to a bench on the other side of the lot.
I slide back under the hood, but roughly a quarter second later, it clicks, and I snap.
Fuck this.
I whirl, my blood thundering as I storm for the back of the garage. Ryker catches my eyes and frowns, raising a single brow.
“Gotta grab something,” I mutter.
“Uh-huh,” he grunts, looking at me sternly.
I’ll deal with Ryker and whatever dots he’s connecting later. Right now, she’s all I’m after. I storm down the hall, and I don’t even knock before I slam the door to the bathroom open, lust thundering in my veins.
It’s empty.
“Psst.”
I grin at the sound of her voice, and I turn. There, one door down, leaning out of the doorway to the storage room, is Delphine.
“Did I go too far?” she purrs out.
Yes. You, me, collectively we have gone entirely too far. But there’s no fucking way we’re coming back from that ledge now. My eyes lock hungrily on hers, my muscles clench as my jaw grinds, and I move right into her. She gasps as my lips crush to hers, shoving her back into the storage room and slamming the door shut behind me.
Chapter Nine
Delphine
I moan eagerly into him, my hands tight on his t-shirt as he crushes his lips to mine. I kiss him with everything I have—tasting his mouth like a meal I’ve been starving for. Like a balm I’ve been aching for to soothe me. We tumble back into the storeroom, and my heart races like crazy as he slams the door shut behind him.
This is reckless. This is insane. For a second, I think about what would happen if Barnes were to walk in on this. I’m not his—not like that, and it’s not like this is cheating or anything like that. It’s an escape—a rush of life after being held in the dark for so long.
But Bryce would see this as an attack. He’d see it as a blow to his pride, and his ego—it’s not that he even gives a shit about me or likes me in any romantic way. But to him, I’m his property—a sports car, a signed fucking sports jersey. He’d see this as the same equivalent as someone putting their hands on one of his toys—someone keying his car or something.
And the consequences would be…grim.
Barnes is a tool, and a wannabe, poser gangster, and at times a big pussy. But he’s also dangerous. His ego, and his pride, and that I’m guessing deep down he understands how much of a phony he is makes him unpredictable, and that makes him a danger. There would be consequences for him finding me with Oliver.
Fatal ones.
But when Oliver kisses me and runs his hands up the back of my shirt, and slams my back against the wall, everything else fades away. The rest of world disappears—all the danger, and drama, and heartbreak, and betrayal. All the shadow and shittiness blurs to nothing, until all I know is his body against mine, the taste of his lips, and the sounds of his possessive growls in my ears.
He pushes the back of my blouse up, and then slides his hands around to cup my breasts under it. He shoves the shirt higher, and I gasp, pulling away from his lips to lift it over my head. My bra follows at the same time as his grease-streaked work shirt, and then we’re slamming back together, skin to skin.
He groans into my lips, kissing me fiercely as his big rough hands slide over my waist. He pushes one around to the front, and I gasp, my stomach caving under his touch. He teases his fingers under the waist of my shorts, and my breath catches. Boldly, I reach for him, pushing my hands down his abs and then sliding them into his jeans. He groans, and my pulse races as I push my fingers lower, following his happy trail and the v-grooves of his hips down until finally, I feel him.
Fuck.
I don’t just want him, I crave him. I lust after him, and I definitely lust after this cock. I whimper as my small hand curls around his heavy shaft, and Oliver growls into my mouth.
“What the fuck are we doing, Delphine?” he groans.
“Whatever we want,” I gasp, kissing him and stroking his big cock in his pants.
He growls, and his fingers pop the button of my daisy dukes and slide inside. His fingers tease the lacy edge of my panties, and then boldly push under it to slide lower. I groan as his thick finger pushes down over my clit to drag through my dewy, slick lips, making me gasp in pleasure.
“This will have consequences, you know,” he growls.
“Want to stop?” I gasp.
“Fuck no.”
His mouth bruises punishingly to mine, and I moan eagerly as I taste his tongue with mine. My hand strokes his huge dick faster as his thick finger rolls over my clit, until I can’t take it anymore. I pull away from him, and he groans when I spin us and push him against a dusty countertop covered in boxes. I kiss him hungrily, my hand still in his pants, before slowly, I pull back and sink to my knees.
Oliver groans, his jaw grinding and his eyes blazing fire as I drop down in front of him. My hand slips from his jeans, and I yank open his belt. My pulse thunders, and the raw need to have all of him, in every possible way, is impossible to ignore. I tug his jeans down, moaning softly at the enormous bulge in his boxers. My fingers grab the waist of those, and I pull them down with one yank. With a gasp, I watch his thick cock spring free to bob heavily right in front of my face.