Chapter 42

Lawson

“Quit fidgeting,” Ivy whisper-hisses to her best friend as we near the front of the clubhouse.

I tried to hold her hand in the back of the SUV after all of the hugs Dad and Rob showered us both with, but she jerks her hand away from mine.

Sitting between Ivy and myself, she doesn’t have anywhere to go.

“Stop.” Her eyes dart to the front of the vehicle before turning her fiery blue gaze back to me. “We haven’t told them yet.”

Rob twists the knob on the radio and turns the volume down. “What was that, sweetheart?”

I chuckle finding Dad’s eyes in the rearview mirror.

“N-nothing, Pop.”

Rob insists on taking our suitcases upstairs the second we make it through the front door, and my fingers itch to guide Delilah to the dining room with my hand on the small of her back. Knowing she’ll freak out is the only reason why I don’t.

The last three months have been the most blissful time of my life. Sure we fight and argue, but I can always pull her back before she storms off. We don’t say things in anger or bring up our past. We left all of that on the floor of my bedroom the night she told me she loved me the first time.

“Smells great in here,” I say to the room, but my words ghost over Delilah’s back and I revel in the sight of goosebumps crawling up her back.

She steps away as if I swatted her on the ass.

“I’ve missed you,” she tells Samson as she wraps her arms around his neck.

He gives me a quick nod before spinning her around. It’s not the evil eye, so it seems like progress. When he releases her, he shakes my hand and pulls me into a back-slapping hug, I wonder what Dad used to bribe him with. Samson has never been my biggest fan, so the olive branch is a little weird.

“How was the trip?” he asks when we separate.

“Good,” Delilah answers giving us a wide berth. I hate the distance between us right now, but I know how seriously freaked out she is about informing them of our relationship.

I spend the next couple of hours talking with the guys while Delilah, Rob, and Dad take turns baking, mixing, and preparing things for Thanksgiving dinner tomorrow.

I love spending time with them, but exhaustion hits me hard in the chest and my night isn’t even close to being over. I tell everyone good night while Delilah is in the pantry searching for a lost can of sweet potatoes. She’s made a plan, one we discussed ad nauseam about how we will go about the next four days.

One of us is to go upstairs while the other waits an acceptable amount of time, then the other can go up. At first, she insisted we just sleep separate, but after a three-hour session where I toyed with her but didn’t let her come, she agreed to let me join her after she was sure everyone else was asleep. That’s not happening either.

The wait is miserable, thirty minutes of lying in her bed waiting for her to join me.

“You can’t be in here,” she hisses but closes her door quietly. “Damnit.”

She cusses when she damn near trips over my suitcase.

“Why did you bring your luggage in here?”

She’s still standing in the middle of the room, petulant fists on her slim hips.

“I didn’t bring them in here.” Her arms fall. “Rob did.”

She hisses, but remembers herself. After looking over her shoulder, she closes the distance between us.

“They know?”

“Do you think we could hide it from them if they didn’t?”

“I’m an open book.”

“You are, baby.”

Her bright white teeth scrape over her bottom lip as she reaches for me, and the rule she’d made me swear to chooses this moment to infiltrate my brain.

“You can hold me at night, but we can’t have sex.”

“Keep looking at me like that, Princess and I’m going to break my promise.”

“The last time we were in here together,” she begins, and my blood runs cold.

I have no idea what being back here is making her feel, but I pray we’ve made enough progress that we can work through her feelings quickly.

I groan when her hand runs over my cock. He’s been behaving but gets her message loud and clear as he thickens for her on contact.

“The last time we were together here, I started something I didn’t finish.”

I’m breathless by the time she drops to her knees and molten lava when she unzips my jeans and pulls my cock free.

It’s my turn for my teeth to sink into my lower lip, and when I look down at her, I see a different expression on her face than I did back then. Tonight, the softness of her features are combined with more love than anyone has ever offered me.

“Baby, you don’t have to.” In fact, she never has before, and I’m not asshole enough to even raise the subject around her.

“I want to.” I wobble as her tongue snakes out and swipes the dew from the tip.

“Fuck,” I moan as she widens her jaw, cheeks hollowing as she sucks rhythmically on the tip.

She smiles, lips pulling away revealing the slight contrast of my deeper pink tinted cock on her perfectly pink tongue.

“Say it,” she urges me.

“I love you.” My hand trembles as it cups the delicate curve of her jaw.

“Not that.”

“No.” With resolute surety, I shake my head and try to take a step back. She clings to my thighs with both of her hands preventing my retreat.

“Say it,” she repeats.

“Baby, I can’t. I won’t.”

“Please?” Begging isn’t something she often does, so I’m well aware of how serious this situation is. “Say it.”

She must see the resolve to please her in my eyes because her mouth goes to work on my cock, sucking, stroking, and teasing her fingers over my tight sac.

“I told you, you’d have those pretty pink lips wrapped around my cock.”

Brightness fills her eyes at the same moment I fill her mouth.

“Goddammit,” I groan when she sucks me through my release. “Stop.”

The sensation of her tongue licking the tip sends bolts of electricity up my spine.

She smacks her lips, grin never faltering as she stands. I accept her mouth against mine and hiss when her tongue, heady with the taste of me, slides against my own.

“I bet I can still make you come with one finger.”

Her pants become my own as she pushes against my chest until I’m flat on my back on her childhood bed.

“Add in that talented tongue of yours, and you have a deal.”

“Be quiet, baby,” I warn when I grip her hips and position her over my face.

A minute is all it takes with my tongue, my finger, and the grinding of her hips. She, in fact, doesn’t stay quiet as she comes down my throat with a roar.

“Do you think they heard us?” Even in the soft light of the moon, I can see the pink tint to her cheeks, there, I’m certain, from both her orgasm and the embarrassment of being heard by her family.

I chuckle as I slide off the bed and dig in my suitcase.

“Answer my question, and I’ll answer yours.”

She rolls over to her side, unconcerned about the exposure of her breasts and the shadow at the apex of her thighs that is hiding the luxury between her legs.

“And what is your question?”

I hit my knees on the edge of her bed. With the odds in my favor, the moon hits the diamond in the ring at just the right moment.

“Lawson?”

“Put me out of my misery and marry me?”

“But Dad—”

I press my fingers against her lips.

“Your Dad accepted my love for you long before you did, baby.”

“You asked?” I can hear the wobble in her voice, but I know what she’s going to say because there’s only one viable answer to the question.

“Three months ago.”

“Three?” I smile at the edge of shock in her voice.

“The night you told me you loved me.”

“I love you so much.”

“Baby, you still haven’t answered my question.”

A tear streaks down her face as she looks from the ring and back up to me. “Ask me again?”

I swallow, emotion clogging my throat in the best way. “Delilah Donovan, will you marry me?”

“Yes!”

Her arms wrap around my neck, the warmth of her happy tears on my chest. I slip the ring on her finger at the exact moment I slip my cock inside of her. Bliss.