Chapter 13

Lawson

“Community service,” I grumble as I run a soft towel over my wet body. “Fucking probation.”

Working for my money has never been a problem. The burglary was out of necessity when the work around the small town we lived in dried up. Jaxon’s offer to let me pay off my probation fees in the shop working on the motorcycles is like a dream come true. I’d do that shit for free just to fill my time.

After wrapping the towel around my hips, I swipe my hand over the condensation on the mirror. Empty, ice-blue eyes stare back at me. It’s strange finding their familiarity in those of my long lost father. The compassion he’s shown since mine and Drew’s arrival has never faltered. That type of humanity is a foreign concept to me. I can see, feel even, the love he has for me. It’s been there since realization struck him in the chest the day we showed up at the clubhouse.

Pissed about the things I’ve missed, the opportunities that have been lost by not knowing this family, it takes all the strength I have to not punch a hole in the wall. My anger isn’t dissipating by any means, but the blame is beginning to shift, and it makes me sick to my stomach that I’m starting to have ill feelings toward my deceased mother.

“So fucked up,” I say to myself, stepping out into the hallway.

A squeak and a hiss register in my ears, but it’s the hands on my bare stomach that have my undivided attention. Warmth, flowing from the lime green tipped fingers against my skin, spreads from the point of contact all over my body, my cock getting the message first. Twitching against the softness of the towel brings a smirk to my face, as I watch Delilah jump back a step.

“I’m so sorry,” she apologizes quickly and bends at the waist to grab a stack of laundry I’m just noticing must have fallen to the floor.

The top of her head grazes my already straining cock when she stands upright.

“Oh, God.” Her cheeks flush the most amazing shade of pink when she realizes what she’s done. “Did I just head-butt your… your… penis?”

Rolling my bottom lip between my teeth to keep from laughing at her, I remain silent, letting the awkwardness seep a little further in. I love the color on her face. It means she’s not unaffected by me even though she’s avoided me for the better part of a week.

“Gives a whole new meaning to giving head,” I whisper, noticing the huskiness in my own voice.

Her eyes dart from mine to below my waist, pausing long enough to understand exactly how I feel about the situation.

“Oh.” I don’t even know if she realizes that she’s staring at my towel-covered cock, but he’s received the memo loud and clear.

Betting on a shy reaction, I flex, making it jump behind the towel. She only gawks harder. Her perusal only serves to make me harder, the tip growing wet with desire.

“It’s yours if you want,” I tell her palming my length.

She may see it as taunting her, but relief from the pressure exerted by my hand is immediate. A groan rumbles in my chest as she continues to stand, staring as if she anticipates it revealing itself to her.

God, I wish.

“Is your mouth watering to taste my cock, Princess?” Her eyes snap up to mine, the trance she was in broken by my filthy words. “I’ll return the favor. I bet your pussy will be the best-tasting thing I’ve ever put my mouth on.”

Heat overrules the agitation in her eyes when she looks up at me, but she remains silent. My cock screams in protest when I release it from my grip. A second later, the same hand is reaching for her, running my thumb over the fullness of her bottom lip.

“I don’t fuck very often,” I whisper taking another step closer to her. “But I’ll make an exception for that tight virgin pussy of yours.”

She blinks up at me. Once, twice. Then searing pain radiates from my foot and up my calf. She’s already down the hall and inside her room before realization hits. She just stomped on my fucking foot with her sneakers on.

“Goddammit,” I hiss, hopping on my uninjured foot while I try to soothe the pain she’s just inflicted.

“What happened?” Jaxon is the last person I want to interact with tonight.

“Stubbed my toe,” I lie and place the throbbing foot back down on the carpet.

His eyes narrow, dart down the hall toward Delilah’s room, and back at me, but he doesn’t say anything about his suspicions.

“I was coming up to give you this.” He offers a piece of paper, and I take it.

“You already paid my fees?” I ask looking down at the printed receipt.

He shrugs. “I was just waiting for the receipt. I paid them as soon as I found out about them. Navajo County is a little old school, so I had to wait for snail mail for the receipt.”

“Thanks.” The word tastes like shit in my mouth, but the man did me a favor, and I refuse to just brush that off.

“No big deal,” he responds, but to me, five hundred and eighty dollars is a fuck ton of money. “You’ll work it off.”

“Yes, sir.”

“Delilah leaves at nine in the morning to head to the animal shelter. Knock out the community service first then you can worry about working the money off.”

“I’ll be ready,” I tell him and turn toward the bedroom.

“Lawson?” I face him again. “There’s a lady in the house. Please don’t roam around in only a towel.”

I nod, acknowledging him and leave him standing in the hallway.

I can’t shake the image of Delilah’s chest rising and falling with her harsh breaths when she was touching me. My skin still burns from the contact, even though it’s been several long minutes since she pulled away from me.

“What’s up?” Drew asks from the top bunk of the bed.

His eyes never leave his cell phone to look over at me as I drop my towel, of which I’m thankful because just the thought of Delilah’s soft lips is making me thicken again.

I tug on the tightest pair of boxer briefs I own in an effort to constrict my cock and then a pair of athletic pants. “Not much,” I finally answer. “Just that I’m now at the mercy of this fucking family because Jaxon paid my fucking probation fees without even bothering to consult me on it.”

He laughs before speaking. “You’re the most ungrateful asshole I’ve met.”

“Don’t cuss,” I mutter as I sling myself on to the bottom bunk. “And it isn’t about gratitude. He shouldn’t just do shit without speaking to me. I could handle the money without his fucking help.”

“Now you’re just lying to yourself.”

I glare at him through the bottom of his mattress.

“You wouldn’t be able to get that much money without breaking the law, and you know it.”

“Whatever.” I roll over and face the wall.

Silence fills the room, and just as I’m sure he’s fallen asleep, he speaks again. “Gigi was eating you alive this morning at the pool.”

“Who?” I ask refusing to play into whatever game he’s trying to start.

“The twin with the dark hair?” I don’t answer. “The wild one in the barely-there bikini?”

I grunt a noncommittal sound. Of course, I noticed her. With her tits on full display and a devious smile, she’s kind of hard to miss. Man-eaters aren’t my style at all though. Now, the gorgeous blonde in the navy suit beside her? That’s a whole other story.

“You planning on going to the party next weekend?”

“Probably not,” I lie, knowing even though I shouldn’t, I want to be wherever Delilah is. Even if that means some lame ass teenager party.

“I’m going to go,” he says, and I can hear the smile in his voice. “There are going to be tons of fine ass girls there. I bet I can convince one of them to get on their knees for me.”

I laugh, so deep in my gut, I get a cramp.

“Dude, seriously?” I hear him huff in agitation.

“Asshole,” he mutters as I feel him turn over above me.

He doesn’t say another word. I hate that he feels like he has to act like a badass all the time. I’ve done it for years for self-preservation, but he should be able to live worry-free.

“You have plenty of time to worry about shit like that,” I say to him. “Don’t try to grow up any faster than you have to. Being grown fucking sucks.”

Especially when you’re not grown at all and have to depend on your absentee father to foot the bills for crimes you committed because your mother lied to you about his existence.

I sprawl out on my back and relegate myself to another sleepless night of thinking about Delilah until my balls ache so bad I want to scream.