Before I can overthink it any longer, I put the truck in drive to find a parking spot.
It’s going to be a long night.
Behind the building, I find a spot, it’s perfect just in case anyone comes searching for us from Georgia. I lock the truck up and run into the rain, my hair and shirt becoming soaked within seconds. Finally reaching the lobby, I find Delilah waiting at the elevators holding herself up with one hand on the wall. I head toward her, leaving a trail of water behind me from my wet boots. The elevator doors finally open and she limps inside, stepping in behind her, I punch the number two button on the elevator wall. Seconds later the doors open up and she limps out, both of us looking at a sign telling us rooms twenty through thirty are to the left and thirty-one to forty are to the right.
She hobbles in the direction of our room. Fuck it, I can’t take this anymore. Stepping up behind her, I grab her by the thighs and throw her over my shoulder.
“What the fuck?” she yells with surprise.
“I can’t stand to watch you limp like that anymore,” I explain. “You’re fucking slow,” I add, making sure to cover the fact I care she’s hurt and point out she’s annoying me.
“Put me down.” The demand in her tone has me biting back a smile, feisty little shit. I might be her dad’s prospect, but I’m not hers and she’s going to learn that real fucking quick.
“Shut up,” I snap.
“I said put me down now!” She smacks my back.
Having enough of her temper tantrum, I slap her ass with the palm of my hand. She tenses, her shouting stopped.
“You did not just spank me!” she gasps with surprise.
“I did, in fact, it seems to me you didn’t have your ass whipped enough growing up, D.” I smack her ass again, her firm cheeks beneath my palm making my dick twitch.
I love little spanking in the bedroom and Delilah’s ass has just the right amount of cushion. She squirms and begins to push herself out of my grip but I hold on tighter until we finally reach the door of our room. Sliding her down my chest until her feet touch the floor, she glares up at me and I can’t help the crooked smirk that tugs at my lips.
“Give me the card.” I hold my hand out.
She places it in my hand. Not moving from in front of me, I grab both sides of her arms and push a foot to the left and unlock the door. Flipping the lights on the big bed that sits perfectly made in the middle of the room comes into sight first. It smells of clean laundry and soap in here.
“Wait, where’s the other bed?” She looks around the room with a pale expression on her face.
“This is all they had, princess.” My eyes narrow in on her. Setting my gun on the dresser, I watch as her face turns red, but not with anger… wait, she’s fucking blushing! It takes me aback. Does she want me? Our friendship just hurled itself into the benefits zone, and I’m at a loss for words. I know Delilah is a wild cat waiting to claw her way through daddy’s no-sleeping-with-bikers rule, but I’m not biting that bait.
She climbs onto the bed, grabbing a few pillows and placing them in a line down the middle of the bed. Her face is a mess and all she can think about is keeping my dick away from her.
“What are you doing? We need to get the bleeding to stop on your face.”
“I’m fine, and to answer your other question, I’m making sure your dick stays on its side!” she huffs, placing the last one by the foot of the bed.
“You’re gonna need more pillows to keep my dick on its side, baby,” I arrogantly reply, lifting my chin and winking at her. I notice her throat bob as she swallows what I’m getting at, and her eyes drop to my crotch. I wish for anything right now I had a boner, it’d be the fucking cherry on the cake.
This reminds me of the time I had to share a bed with another one of the girls at the club I wasn’t supposed to touch. I didn’t touch that one of course but I did make it as uncomfortable as possible. Not one to make Delilah feel left out when she gets back to the club and starts gossiping with her little girl buddies, I unbuckle my belt and drop my jeans to my ankles. Sitting on my side of the bed, I kick my boots off along with my pants and then slip my wet shirt up over my head.
“Oh—Oh no!—” I hear her stammer, my back facing her, I have to contain my chuckle.