Patch revved his engine and sped down the small road that would lead him to town. He’d been in shock to see her standing there on his mother’s back porch. Her Fat Bottomed Chicks T-shirt neatly tucked into a pair of expensive jeans, looking more out of place than anything else.
The look of fear on her face made him angry, and the slew of curses his mother tossed her way, not even realizing who Delaney was or why she was there.
Patch groaned and shook his head slightly. He never imagined staying away from Lucas’ sister would prove this difficult. He wanted nothing more than to go get a shower and sleep off his bad day. He’d dropped his mother off at the rehab center being she passed out on the couch, and it would buy him a few days before he had to worry about her getting out.Those short two days that she would make it in drug rehab were the best days of his life because he didn’t have to worry about her.&nbs
So much had happened that it was hard for her to believe. She’d woken up the next morning with Patch’s scent on her brain, an overload of skin on skin action and the image of his naked mom.Not to mention the fire. Someone call Smoky Bear because Delaney is on a roll. What’s next? The forest, you say?Delaney sat at the dining room table, eating one of the donuts she’d gone out of her way to get that morning, and stared at the front page of their little paper.“What a show I am,” she whispered to herself between another bite.A door behind her closed and she turned to see Patch coming out of the house with his work clothes on. He had a James Dean, Soda Pop kind of look and it fit him well.There was that hard edge about him but something about that slow talk and gentle heart that made her want to know more.He’d been clear, but oh how his face betrayed
Patch was daydreaming at the garage when Daz called an emergency meeting. Jimmy put the closed sign on the garage door, and turned to look at Patch. His long dark hair was pulled back into a man bun, and unlike his twin, he was more serious about the club than Snake. “You ready to do this? I wonder what it’s about?” Patch lit a cigarette and followed him out the back and toward the clubhouse. Once they got near the doors he could hear the rumble inside. All the group sat at the long table Daz put in for meetings, and most of them looked mad as hell. “Finally,” Lonny hollered from the corner chair. Patch ignored the old man and took a seat by Twello who looked at him with a worried stare. “What happened?” he whispered to him. “Lonny and Daz’s bikes were tampered with at the bar last night. Someone beat the hell out of them. We’re guessing The South Side,” he said. Patch knew it wouldn’t be long before a rival started between the two of them, especially since he’d threatened
Delaney stared out of her balcony window at her brother pulling into the driveway. She’d been waiting to talk to him since she felt like a moocher lately, and that wasn’t her style.She bounded down the stairs, meeting him at the door with a muffin that she’d baked him. He looked at it and slowly took it to take a bite. “What is this for?”She hovered as he closed the door and kicked off his shoes. “Just because I feel like an asshole mooching off of you.”Lucas rolled his eyes. “It’s fine.”“It’s not. I hate not having anything to do and no income coming in. Katie swears she isn’t mad but I feel like a sore thumb here. Maybe I should go back—,”“To your loser boyfriend? No,” Lucas said.“No,” she said, shaking her head. “Look at this,” she said, digging her cell from her jeans pocket. She pulled
The beaming sun hit Patch’s skin from the opened bay doors of the garage. He slowly wiped his forehead with the back of his oiled stained hand and watched as the cars passed by on the highway out of town. It had been a treacherous two days since he’d broken his promise to his best-friend and kissed his kid sister’s mouth. He’d be a liar if he said it hadn’t been worth it though. She’d tasted better than he ever imagined a woman tasting, sweet like candy, greedy with her hands and tongue. Delaney Summers had been worth the risk like he imagined the moment he saw her asleep on Lucas’ couch. The only problem was that there were too many to count. Besides betraying his best-friend that he hoped would show him mercy once the truth came out, there was the problem of his loyalty to his brother’s and the crap Daz stirred up with The South Side. The silence after they stole all of their weapons worried Patch, because there was always s
Delaney stripped out of her wet panties and tossed them into the laundry bin by her door. She’d never felt so alive like she did with Patch. Was it crazy that she wanted to jump into bed with him this soon? She’d always prided herself on being someone that was rational when it came to giving away her nookie. But this was a completely different universe. It was Disney Channel hot verses Marvel Hot. Delaney walked over to her bathroom and stared at herself in the mirror. She looked different, reddened cheeks with a rush of adrenaline in her that she’d never felt before. “Get it together,” she whispered before starting her shower. Even though Patch had said to hell with his promise to Lucas, she felt adrenaline in the fact she snuck around with him. The rush of lust that surged her compared closely to the time her dad took her bungee jumping on Spring Break. Patch was going to rock her in ways that Bradley never could. Just his kiss alone had her on another planet. She though
The next morning after watching Delaney cook and eating a good home cooked meal, he heard someone pounding on the door. When no one answered after a few minutes, Patch got up and walked sluggishly to open the door. The early morning sunshine shown through and Mr. Summer’s smiled big at him, holding a box of donuts. “Hey son,” he said, slapping Patch’s shoulder. “Sorry to wake you up, I know you’ve been working. Can I come in?” He made his way inside before Patch could answer, and began to sit things out on the dining room table, including the donuts. Patch yawned, made some coffee and rubbed his sleepy eyes as Mr. Summers talked to himself. “No offense pops, but why are you here so early?” Mr. Summers chuckled and looked up at the stairs and back at Patch. “I know my kids well enough to know you’d be the only one up at this time, and I’d have a chance to set up my interrogation station for Delaney.” Patch gave him a look over the rim of his coffee mug. “What do you mean?” He
Patch had her on her back before she could take a breath to steady her racing nerves. His kiss was aggressive, his hands tangled in her hair and the other at her hip, guiding her against his as he kissed her senseless. She’d never had a man bring her to orgasm before, but the determination and sly smile on Patch face, told her he definitely had experience in that department. A deep feeling formed in her stomach when he bit her lip and made slow kisses down her neck to the top of her shirt. “I want to make you cum like you never have before,” he whispered into the humid night air. “As badly as I want to sink into you and rock your world, I think we’ll work on that orgasm a different way.” Delaney’s mind began to swirl with ideas on how on earth he would be able to do it when he unzipped her jean shorts and pushed them down her thighs. That is definitely a start. Patch sat back on his legs, looking down at her through
Patch sat his empty coffee mug in the sink and took a bite of the croissant Delaney made for them in the early morning. He heard her moving around all night after the trespasser situation, so he figured she started cooking as soon as the sunlight rose over the woods. There had been no one within a few hundred yards of the place, but if Delaney scared them away, they wouldn’t have been closer. Patch finished his breakfast and put on his vest. Dillon’s snores came from the living room couch, his shoes scattered alone the dining room like he lived there, which was starting to look like the case. Patch grunted, grabbed his keys and headed out of the door. It was his shift at the garage and Daz mentioned Patch filling in for Lonney on a run later that day. He’d made a pact with the club, and doing runs was not part of his job description. Patch hopped on his bike and started the engine, noticing the blind in the kitchen move quickly