Chapter One Hundred–Sixty–Four
DELILAH
His penis – If it can even be called a penis, because his is much bigger than a penis should tapping me on my head as I stand.
“Oh my God!” I shout, snapping my eyes shut before I can even see his Ece. “Why are you nakeil?
He laughs and once again the sound of it does something to me. I can skin. It’s almost as if he’s familiar somehow. Like I should know him….
gles rising up my center, like energy prickling amer
mw I don’t
“Yeah–uh – sorry about the nudity. I was upstreams wills a friend and we wanted to take a quick dip in the water. I put my clothes on a rock and the next thing you know, they were gone. I must have lost them to the rapids. ”
“Oh,” I say. Makes sense. “Um – I would like to look you in the eyes when I say thank you, but……..
“Give me a second,” he says and then I hear his feet patter across the ground away from me.
I peek, of course I do, and it is probably a mistake, because now I can see the tribal tattoos that wind up both of his snap a tree arms and the way his ass muscles shift with each step. I am clenching my hoo–haw and I am not ashamed. Instantly, I am picturing what his M would look like doing other things besides walking. You know, like between my legs kinds of things. The image of it, especially when I toss myself in the picture as a prop, has me biting my lip and humming a moun. He steps into the general store with no hesitation at all and pry first thought is that this is not the first time he’s done this. I still don’t really know what he looks like yet, so I should probably back a notch. Very rarely do you come across a full–blooded Adonis. Most of the time those who are blessed with a body like his, carry the burden of our sins in the face. Not that I’m terribly superficial, but you know how it is. Your can’t have it all… Seeing that he is definitely equipped with everything God intended a man to have in order to super populate the Earth, my guess is he’s sporting a mug that only mother could love. So when he steps back out of the store in a pair of black trunks and sneakers, I almost don’t want to look up. But… I
do it anyway.
And Sweet Baby Jesus… He’s full–blooded after all. Take that, man! Eicorns do exist.
My mouth falls open in shock as I try to accept the injustice of his perfect features. His clean cut brown hair somehow looks naturally spiked and playful. I instantly want to run my fingers over the top of his head to see if the strands bounce back or lay flat. Moving lower, the high arches of his eyebrows alone make him look like trouble. Then there’s the slightly exotic tilt of his eyes, that are so light of a brown they are damn near yellow and the crescents of his OMG‘ long, thick eyelashes that hover low enough to make him look sleepy. Hi straight, perfectly sculpted nose sits at a ninety degree angle from the top of his full, yet slightly pouty lips. And of course, there’s his jawline, that is so chiseled and so squared you can see the muscles working just below his cheekbones.
He has the face of an angel… or… a devil
There’s no way that he’s not taken already. Damn it,
I’m hot. I think I’m getting really, really hot. Maybe I should take another dip in the water.
“There we go,” he says with a quick smile. “I’m ready for you now.
Excuse me? “Ahern“-I cough “what?” I think I just fried my brain by attempting to count his abdoqnitial muscles. For sure they can’t be real.
His lip twists upward in a half smile and now I’m leaning toward face of a devil. “You said you wanted to look into my eyes and thank me
“Right!” I say with a frog in my throat, my eyes hugging from the sound. The fuck? I’m trying to meet his state, but may gane keeps slipping downward and over the exquisitely smooth skin of his powerfully built chest. I follow the wind of tribal markings from his deliciososly curved biceps on each side to where they end in a decorative vee just jer his collar bone. Knowing that he is still waiting for my thank you while I ogle him, I say, “I like your tattoos. Very… interesting. Very interesting? Really*
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You can touch them, if you want, he offers, his glowing eyes shifting Back and forth over my face.
Flames. Burning Bre roasts across my cheekbones and I am tempted to art coughing just to disguise how red I must be. Shake thu vự What in the monil hell is wrong with you? to get your damn binkles! “T…um…” up, up, up, my eyes lift and I say thank you for what you did. For saving me. I’m pretty sure if you hadn’t been there, I wouldn’t be here.”
“Your welcome,” he replies, his eyes traveling over my ugly, boyish, out that I would not have worn if I’d known what kind of pth swath in the creek.
I’ve got a long walk ahead of me, so I guess I better get going.” I say styly, forcing my legs to work and stepping in the direction of the store. God: What the hell? Something in me is screaming in protest as walk past him and toward my Twinkies. It feels like a physical puti on the base of my throat, warning me that if I walk away from him now that I will dream about him until the day that I die and never will I find him again. Stop it, bratul Don’t be so dramatic.
“Wait a minute, Lilac, his boyishly masculine voice reaches out like a to, jerking me to a stop.
Lilac? What?
I turn around to see him walking toward me, his hand going over the back of his neck like he’s not sure what he wants to say. The fired muscles of his arm as it bends, milking my honey like a bee charmer would at the fair. Lord, I might have one thing.
“My n
name is Delilah,” I i retort. “Not sure where you got Lilac from.”
He grins, stopping eight inches from me and forcing me to crack my neck toward the heavens just to look into his eyes. “Lilac… Delilah Same thing,” he quips.
It’s totally not.
“Okay, Maximus,” I tease, smiling when his eyebrows snake into the limbo. “What’s on your mind?”
He loses his smile, the gold of his eyes suddenly swirling with intensity “You said you have a long walk ahead of you.” I nod as he goes on, “Well, I don’t know where you’re headed, but a walk in any direction from Blackjack Creek is probably not safe for a girl like you. As you already know, there are lions on this mountain. And there are wolves.”
Wolves. Yes, I know. My face pinches. That’s right. There are lions. Lions, that I’m sure I can’t outrun. Well, fuck. “Shit,” I snap. “You’re totally right, and just so that you’re aware, it would have eventually occurred to me. Just not until it was too late to turn back.” I clamp my eyes shut for a moment to school my anger. Then I open them to send my brother, yet another, hate–text.
When I look up again he’s eyeing me suspiciously. “Someone coming to pick you up?” His words are carefully clipped and just on the edge of being hostile.
I shake my head. “No, I wish.” Then with another thankful smile, I wave goodbye and start to back toward the store. “Guess I’ll have to spend the money for a cab.”
Where are you trying to get to?”
1 pause just outside the store entrance. “A little town on the beach called Port Orchard. I refuse to stay in that joke of a cabin for even une more night.”
He smirks, stalking forward as he checks me out. His gaze crawls over me in a slow, intentional perusal, as if he wants me to see him doing it. Or like he’s trying to prolong our time together.
Okay, maybe he’s not taken.
Or maybe he’s just a shut. I mean, he did arrive in the nude.
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His eyes catch on the curve of thy hips and I hide a smalle, at my ego absolute best feature. Most everyone in my home town has called mé breasts, they’re on the lighter side of a G–eup, but my hips are honela the back of them.
to a full charge from the heat in his gaze. My hips are my alca Rabbit at one fire or another. I don’t have the largest
| ke ridiculously curved- and my ass is the pretty round plum in
“You won’t get a cab out here for at least an hour, he informs me, his ghze lifting slowly away from my hips to meet my eyes. “I live in Port Orchard. Let me give you a ride,”
Please! You can give me any ride that you like. But what I say is, “T–um–I don’t know you.” Stupid bitch? Of course you know About He just saved you from Mufasa’s crazy cousin! lie’s the devil angel with the big thick and the dreamy eyes. Hello!
The glow of his irises dulls slightly and his breath hitches. Blinking at he, his face is suddenly vulnerable, as if he expects that I’m going to say no and he’s disappointed.
I don’t know why I’m hesitating. It’s probably just my baale programming causing problems as usual. That whole never accept rides from strangers that’s been coded into my brain telling me he could be a paycho ora.mpist. But it’s like they say, ‘pachos are only crazy to some people and you can’t rape the willing… so… “Okay,” I relent with a sigh. That sounds‘–1 pauth; watching his face light up-“perfect.”
Chapter Comments
Marietta Gary
Jaylee, Delilah sounds like my kind of people. Delilah (Lilac, same thing) seems like someone I would hang with, we have the same personalities (thank God we didn’t hav…
