Dirty Delilah(29)

“Of course he’s joining us, Del, baby.” Asa strode out of the bathroom and toward the bed, scooping her up easily and kissing her with rekindling passion. “We’re just getting started.”

She looked down and saw the shudder ripple through the ropes of muscle on Sebastian’s back and she leaned her head thankfully on Asa’s shoulder. “I hope your shower is big enough for three, Mr. Kosta.”

He looked up at her with laughter and fire in his eyes. “Big enough to fit our missing bowling alley.”

He stood and looked away from her to study Asa. “Wilder…”

Asa tilted his lips lazily, holding her tightly as he turned back to the bathroom. “Don’t strain something, Zorba. If you’ll grab the box of condoms, we can give our girl another fantasy before the hot water runs out.”

Sebastian nodded, then Asa took her into the bathroom, lowering her onto her feet.

“You’re a good man, Asa. No wonder I’m in love with you.”

His blue eyes were sparkling with unspoken emotion. “He helped bring you back to me. I owe him more than he gets to know.”

Sebastian held up the box and joined them, his Spartan-like body naked once more. “What now?”

Asa’s expression was wicked and dark. “Now, Delilah is going to show you how gifted she is with her mouth.”

“Fuck.” Sebastian’s toffee skin instantly flushed with desire.

“And that.”

Reality was so much better than the fantasy.



***



A few days later, Delilah was sitting on the hood of her car in China Camp State Park, watching Asa and Sebastian arguing in between engine revs.

“Look,” Asa sounded frustrated, “you do what you do, okay? Design pretty swirly pieces of metal to glue to a frame. But if you want this engine not to go boom in your buddy the billionaire’s face, you’re going to have to listen to me.”

“I know something about this, you know. I didn’t buy the degree on my wall.”

“Fuck your degree and listen.” Asa revved the engine again. “That sound? Not good.”

Asa was giving him such a hard time, but she had to give Sebastian credit. Not only was he listing Asa Wilder as a co-creator of the KII and bringing in his pavers to fix the parking lot of the garage—which he insisted on—but he was also big enough to take a punch.

Big enough. She leaned back against her windshield and closed her eyes, the sun on her face nowhere near as hot as the flush in her cheeks at the thought of all the things they’d done together.

Days. They’d hardly left Sebastian’s house for days.

And in the shower, when Asa had let her… She licked her lips, remembering Sebastian’s salty flavor. He’d loved it.

He wanted more.

He’d told her as much when they had another moment alone. He knew how she felt about Asa, knew how long Asa had loved her. He understood that they had something he couldn’t touch. But he was determined.

“You know how I am, Delilah,” he smiled. “When I want something, I want it more than I need to breathe.” His expression sobered. “I want you. I want this.”

Over the last few days she’d come to see how much Sebastian respected Asa, and that despite his teasing, Asa really liked the engineer as well. She wasn’t sure what Asa thought about them continuing to see each other intimately, but he was willing to give the fantasy more time.

“As long as you love me, Del. As long as you’re mine.”

God, how she loved him.

So much she’d already let her family know she’d be working from San Rafael for the foreseeable future. So much she refused to sell him the garage—a decision her father seemed to agree with on the phone, a definite tone of relief in his voice. Dean’s Garage would stay Dean’s Garage for a little while longer.

Someday, once Asa got around to proposing—something he’d been telling her repeatedly to prepare herself for—she would give it to him as a wedding present.

He’d also talked to her about what he’d been trying to say that night they’d argued. That he hadn’t wanted to trap her, to tie her to him or the garage at seventeen. That every time he tried to see her in Los Angeles, she’d seemed so together. So happy. And he hadn’t wanted to take that away from her. Didn’t want to be selfish.

Brilliant, talented, Asa “Wild Man” Wilder had made a mistake. One that had lasted eleven years. One he was spending nearly every minute of this last week making up for.

She’d been an idiot too. Some part of her had worried that she was like her mother. That once she got what she’d spent so long pining for, she’d be searching around restlessly for something else.