I might be the one she calls Daddy, but she stepped in between her brother and my fists back at the house. Then she came along quietly as my collateral. Meaning she’s a loyal girl who loves her brother. So I don’t think she’d take very kindly to me having to kill him for trying to buy back his sister.
Roger giving me my cut of our last score was never actually part of the plan. The more time I spend with Delilah, the guiltier I feel for deceiving her. Letting her think I’d actually trade her for money. So it’s best I keep driving and make it as difficult as possible for Roger to succeed.
My house is another several hours’ ride north, but my first order of business is feeding my doll. Not to mention my bear-sized appetite, which has been sorely neglected, considering Delilah was my first stop after being released yesterday. My stomach is almost as insistent as my throbbing erection, growling loud enough to wake up my sleeping beauty in back if I don’t throw it some chow soon. There isn’t a lot to choose from around here, but I’m too starved and traumatized from shitty prison food to be picky.
“Raider?”
Delilah’s voice drifts like music from the back of the van, sending my heart hammering in eight directions. “Up here, doll.”
Her sigh of relief is a soothing balm raining down all over my ruined soul. She’s relieved to be around me. Not scared or disappointed. There’s still an undeniable part of me that’s still waiting for the other shoe to drop. Waiting for her to laugh and say her sweetness has all been a lie. That she’s merely been playing me for a fool until her brother comes to rescue her.
My hands tighten around the steering wheel until I’m in danger of ripping the damn thing off. But then Delilah’s hand slips onto my shoulder, using it for balance as she climbs into the passenger seat, and the show of trust makes me relax.
“I’m hungry,” she yawns, rubbing her belly. “And I need the bathroom.”
Responsibility takes hold of me. I love it. Crave the honor of being the one she comes to with her needs. I plan on taking care of them forever. “I remember there being a strip mall up ahead.” Glancing over, I see she’s put her boy clothes back on, but they’re wrinkled. Not to mention, she can’t be comfortable underneath them. Not after all the fluids I covered her in. “We’ll get a room so you can take a shower. Put on a change of clothes. Then we’ll go grab something to eat. Sound good?”
Her beaming smile almost makes me crash the van. “Sounds great.”
Fifteen minutes later, I’ve rented a motel room at an hourly rate, snarling at the clerk when he got a speculative look in his eye, and led Delilah into the room so she can clean up. The motel is located across the street from the strip mall, so we’ll only need to walk a few minutes afterward to the bar and grill I spotted. Thank God I have a nice pile of cash saved up until I can open my business. If I didn’t have the scratch to treat Delilah how she deserves, I would have lost my damn mind.
I’m tempted as fuck to join Delilah in the shower, but after seeing spots of her virgin blood on the sheets, I’m worried about pushing her too hard, too soon. So I’m standing guard outside the motel room instead, with my cock tenting the front of my pants. My hard-on starts to lose steam, though, when it occurs to me Delilah could be sore in there. Or hurt. Didn’t even think to ask her, did I?
With a curse, I head back to the motel’s front office, kicking open the door. “Painkillers. Hand them over. And an ice pack if you got it.”
By the time I make it back to the room, Delilah is walking out, her backpack hoisted over her shoulder. She looks nervous until she sees me, then her slight shoulders relax. “I thought you’d taken off on me.”
“Never.” I tilt her chin up with my fingers. “Went to get you some painkillers. Took me two minutes. And I didn’t even like leaving you that long.”
The wind blows a strand of blonde hair across her blushing cheeks, and that’s when I finally see what she’s wearing. Some dainty little dress with blue and white flowers all over it, the hem skimming the tops of her tan thighs. My erection roars back like a vengeful demon, my hands itching to lift the skirt and get a peek underneath. “What the hell happened to your boy clothes?”
My tone of voice makes her flush deepen, but it’s with irritation instead of pleasure. “I packed some of them, but I…”