Beneath her, the table comes apart from the force of my thrusts, legs falling every which way, cheap wood hitting the ground. So I jerk Delilah up against me and bounce her on my cock, holding her head steady so the impact doesn’t break her fragile neck. “Hurts so good.” Her teeth chatter. “Don’t stop.”
“Can’t. Christ. Dressed like the girl next door, calling me Daddy in front of all those men. Couldn’t pull my cock out of you if the world was on fire.” My spine tightens at the base, my abdomen clenching with rabid lust. Her legs are trying to stay up around my hips, but I’m shaking them loose with every ram of my dick, poor little thing. Giving me everything. Letting me take her exactly as I need. “Shit, here it comes.”
My mouth aches for something to bite down on, and at first I resist, knowing I could hurt her. No one hurts my doll. Not even me. But she must sense what I need, because she grabs the back of my head, yanking my mouth down into the crook of her shoulder. And I don’t stop to second guess the offer, sinking my teeth into the smooth skin and giving a guttural shout of release, my cock jerking and draining inside her. Without realizing I’m moving, I suddenly have her up against a wall, her knees stretched wide by the press of my hips, grinding deep into her hot cunt so she takes every drop of my need for her.
“Mine,” I growl at her lips. “My fuck. My life.”
“Yes.” Her head tilts to the side as if she’s having trouble staying awake. “Yours.”
I lower Delilah to the floor, using my body to keep her steady against the wall while I fasten my pants with one hand. Finished with the task, I rebutton her dress and straighten it out, grunting with satisfaction over my task. She’s swaying, eyelids drooped to half-mast, so I turn, crouch down and signal for her to hop on my back. When we walk into the main section of the restaurant again, every head in the place is turned in our direction, but they’re not looking at me with fear anymore. No, it’s blatant envy and respect in their eyes, especially the men.
More confident than I’ve ever felt in my life, I stride to the bar and toss a few bills from my wallet onto the bar. “For the damage,” I say. “Make those burgers to go. Quickly.”
As if they’d already anticipated my request, the bug-eyed bartender sets a plastic bag on the bar, easing it toward me with a single finger. “T-take it.”
I leave the cash, take the bag and walk out of the bar with a smile on my face.
CHAPTER NINE
Delilah
We decide to rent the motel room for a few extra hours.
Okay fine, I fell asleep after being banged into another dimension, and Raider no longer seems content to keep me in the back of his van. I don’t question him. I’m having too much fun cradled against his huge body, eating soggy French fries and watching Lockup on the grainy motel television.
His thick, hairy legs are stretched out on either side of mine, his feet hanging over the edge of the bed. He’s wearing boxers that could literally double as a boat sail. His lack of shirt means I’m surrounded by heat and the smell of satisfied male. Every few minutes, I turn my face to run my cheek in his ample chest hair, making him hum with contentment. There’s a heavy rod tucked between the cheeks of my bottom, but he seems happy to stroke my hair and straighten my dress, popping French fries into my mouth whenever I forget to eat.
I love the glowing knowledge that I’ve been possessed. I’m Raider’s girl. And he’s my big, brash, bully man. If it were possible to take an extended vacation on this bed and forget every worry in the world, I would consider it. But there are things we need to discuss before I can truly let my guard down, let myself enjoy everything this man has to offer. Something tells me I need to approach the subject of my reservations with caution, though, so we don’t lose this comfort we’ve gained from each other. I don’t want to lose it.
“So…” I turn off the television and scoot around, laying my head on one of his thighs. “Why don’t we just hang out here for a couple days?”
A rumble vibrates his king-sized frame. “Want to get you home. I can keep you safer there.”
“But…it’s not my home yet.” I play with the hem of my dress. “We haven’t even talked about it.”
He pinches my chin between two fingers, tilting my head back. “Your home is with me, Delilah.”
Dang. Is a decent conversation about this too much to hope for? I want to stay with Raider, but there needs to be an understanding. I’m not going to be cut off forever from the only remaining family I have left. Furthermore, if Raider is expecting me to leave my home and job, the least he can do is ask me nicely. I’m an independent woman with my own hopes and dreams, goddammit. He needs to fit into my life, same as I’d fit into his. “You were only supposed to keep me for two days,” I gently remind him. “I’m collateral, remember?”