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

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

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 a sly smile on Patch's 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 about how 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 a heavy-lidded gaze that made her stomach clench. Slowly, he placed h

"You want to sneak into his house, Patch?" Delaney asked, bewilderment on her face. "Seriously? I was just joking earlier when I said that," she whispered, looking over her shoulder to make sure neither her brother or Dillon were near. Patch leaned against the kitchen table across from her, his palms face down, and his eyes serious. "Yes, he is hiding something. What would he want in my room, Delaney?"She shrugged, while grabbing more baked beans from the stove, and a bottle of steak sauce for the boys. "I don't know. Are you sure you didn't leave your door opened."Patch stood up, and wiped his palm down his face. "I'm sure, Delaney. The bastard is up to something."She glanced out of the back glass doors, noticing her brother talking to Dillon, while Dillon nursed a beer. "I mean ... he is kind of creepy, but I don't know if I want to risk breaking and entering."Patch gave her a bored look. "You broke into the clubhouse full of bikers, an

Delaney slammed the paint bucket down, ignoring the splatter of pink paint that landed on her shoe, and mumbled to herself. She couldn't believe Patch made such a big deal about her showing him job positions in the area? She knew deep down that Patch didn't want to stay with The Fallen Kings, and he was tuck, but she didn't want him to feel that way. Maybe just, breaking it off while Daz was dealing with The South Side, would work? Delaney didn't know much about any of them, but she knew Patch, and didn't deserve to be stuck there because of his mother. "Everything okay over there?" Katy asked from the opposite side of the shop, paint smeared to her face, and splattered along her clothes. Delaney gave her a heavy groan in reply. Katy chuckled, and climbed down the ladder, wiping her hands on her overalls. "Okay, friend," she said, pulling over an empty paint bucket, flipped them upside down and patted the empty one. "C