Her eyes glistening with tears, she arches up to kiss me, her tongue finding mine hungrily. I'm trying my best to be gentle, tender, kissing along her neck and her shoulder and her arms and over her breasts and her stomach, but she pulls my head up and looks at me, her hands on both sides of my face. "Don't," she says.
"Don't what?"
"Don't make love to me, Gaige," she whispers. "I don't want tender. I want you to fuck me."
"Hell, Delaney," I say, but the words come out raspy. This girl knows how to push every button I have with the shit that comes out of her mouth. "I tell you I love you and you tell me to fuck you hard."
A broad smile crosses her face, and she reaches for my cock, guiding it between her legs. With one thrust I'm inside her, and she's warm and wet and tight. I ride her slowly, excruciatingly, painfully slow, torturing her just for the hell of it. Letting her know who's still in control.
She grips my ass cheeks and pulls me deep inside her, and then I'm fucking her harder. She lets me know I'm not the one in control here.
I ride her until she's panting, moaning my name over and over, and when I pull out, she sighs, exasperated. "What are you doing?"
"You didn't want tender," I say. "You wanted me to fuck you."
Delaney smiles. "Yes," she whispers.
"So turn over and let me fuck you."
Delaney turns over onto her elbows, her ass in the air, and I slide easily back into her willing pussy. She moans loudly, clutching at the pillows, pressing her mouth into one as I fuck her, my thrusts harder the louder she gets. I press a finger against her asshole, and she jerks up at my touch. "Oh my God, Gaige," she cries.
"What?"
"You're going to make me come," she moans. I thrust inside her fully, filling her up until I can't fit any more in her.
"Come for me, darlin'," I order her. "Tell me you want me to fill you up with my cum."
"Yes, yes," she moans. "I love the way it feels when you come inside me."
She says the words and I let go, my balls clenching and then unleashing my seed, my hands gripping her waist as I drive into her so hard I think I might drive through her. She screams as her muscles tense around me, their spasms milking my cock of every ounce.
Afterward, I pull her against me, still inside her, and roll her next to me on the bed, my leg wrapped around her. We lie there in silence, and I listen to her heart beating next to mine, her breath still ragged.
Lying there with her, my heart feels like it's going to fucking explode. I feel content, and that's not a familiar feeling.
She's so quiet that I think she's fallen asleep until she whispers soft in the room, "I love you Gaige."
"I love you Delamey."
She slaps me hard on the arm.
CHAPTER THIRTY-TWO
GAIGE
I'm hanging out by the pool with Daniel – his idea, not mine, something about needing to get some sun. The guy is in theatre, so he's in between auditions with nothing to do during the day, and Delaney's working today. Since I'm still lying low for the next couple weeks, that means I'm at the gym and riding the bike, just not publicly. And today, it means I'm hanging out at the pool with Daniel, who's pretty cool.
We're sitting in loungers in the sun and Daniel is telling me about Delaney and what she was like in college. "Totally type A," he says.
"Any boyfriends I need to have murdered?"
"Ooh, possessive," Daniel says. "I like it. But mum's the word on boyfriends. I'm afraid I don't kiss and tell and neither does Delaney."
"So you're saying there's someone I'm going to have to kill, then," I say, and I'm about to continue when I hear Anja's voice as she comes down the walk. "Goddamn it."
Daniel peers over the edge of his sunglasses. "Is that Delaney's wicked stepmother?"
I groan. "It's my mother," I say. As usual, she's dressed in something ridiculous – this time it's some kind of purple sheath dress with weirdly shaped cutouts that expose her body, something no son wants to see. And shoes with silver spikes along the heels. Behind her trails the biggest douchebag-looking guy I've ever seen, his dark hair gelled back and an orange spray tan. He's wearing a half-sheer t-shirt and a pair of stretch pants that look like they could very well be Delaney's.
I walk out the gate to meet the wicked witch and her evil minion. "Morning, mother," I say. "Showing up here in true classy form, I see."
"I came to get my things, while your father is at work," she sniffs.
"I'll tell the housekeeping staff to watch the silverware," I say.
"I can see your attitude hasn't improved any."
"It's improved plenty," I say. "But with you here, it's quickly souring."