The Secrets That Find Us (The Devils Dust MC Legacy)

“You were with a woman, and I didn’t want to cock block you.” I shrug, remembering the ache in my chest when I saw a blonde girl riding him like a bull. It assured me that we were just friends and I needed to leave and find my something somewhere else. That whatever I was feeling between me and him was nothing, just a friendship that hurt to leave behind. Like Piper, kind of.

“You opened the door and looked right at me. I asked you if everything was okay, and you had a chance to tell me what was going on in your head, Delilah.” His tone harsh, making me look off into the dark.

Gah, I don’t know what to say. I felt so much seeing him with that girl. Jealous, alone, determined to make it on my own.

“I had two bags wrapped over my shoulders and you’re telling me you didn’t put two and two together and know I was skipping town early?”

He sighs and looks down at his hands.

“No, I knew. I guess… I guess, I just didn’t want to believe it, to believe you wanted to leave.” His tone soft and hitting every romantic string in my body. “I kept my place as a club member, maybe a friend at most and saying anything how I felt about you leaving would mean…” He stops himself but I know what he’s going to say. If he tried to stop me or go with me, he’d break the rules of a prospect and of a friend, turning us into something more. We can’t be more than friends.

“Is it because you don’t want anything serious or because you’d be kicked out of the club?”

“Both, and not knowing if you’d even stick around after losing it all.” I lick my lips, feeling hurt by that last bit.

My reputation is that I sleep around and don’t commit to anyone. It’s somewhat true. I’ve toyed with men but never perused anything serious. But I’m not a slut, you have to sleep around to actually be one and I don’t. I can’t. I haven’t hooked up since Thane, and that was when I was fifteen.

Leaning up on my knees, the bottles that were in my lap tumble onto the bed. I ride my wave of impulse and grasp both sides of Big Chief’s face and press my lips to his.

Fuck rules.

Screw the past.

It’s just him and I now and I want to see where this goes without anyone around pressuring us into feeling a certain way.

His arms snake around the back of my body, pulling me underneath him until my chest is flush with his. One palm gently sets on the side on my face as if I were a fragile doll, his tongue licking the inside of my mouth filling it with the taste of sinful cocktail. His other hand caresses my thigh just as he deepens the kiss, his hand roughly grips me right under the thigh and jerks my waist against him, gyrating like he wishes there wasn’t a barrier of clothing keeping us apart. My eyes flutter with want, my body burning with undeniable pleasure.

“Do you want me, Big Chief?” The lustful whisper leaves my swollen lips on their own will. I desperately want to hear him say it though, I need to know someone wants me, to have me as their woman. He suddenly tenses and the blood drains from my body, making the erotic rush swimming through my body come to a halt. Shit, I shouldn’t have asked that. Why did I open my damn mouth.

His hand slowly slipping off my thigh and leaving a void of emptiness, my chest tightens. “I can’t. It’s not my place, baby,” he grates as if he’s in pain to have to say it.

For the first time in my life, I don’t want to correct a man and tell them I’m not his baby, I just want him to keep going. The way he touches me, looks at me, and makes me laugh has me seeking more from him than I ever have from anyone. It’s as if he knows this too, the way he looks at me and touches me. But nobody touches someone so intimately like he has and not want more!

Lightning from the window lights up the room, and I see his back and his hand on the back of his neck, rubbing the muscle anxiously.

Sitting up, I swing my legs over the edge of the mattress, my body in a chaos of confusion.

“Seriously?” I grit, he’s been flirting with me and saying little sexy things here and there and then he goes and pulls the humble card on me.

He turns, his broad chest rising and falling rapidly like a pissed-off beast.

“I’m not going to be the guy you break daddy’s rules with, D. Find some other punk!” he shouts, making me sound like some little girl out for a quick fuck. Anger takes place of lust and I instantly want to punch him in the face.