Chapter Eight
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Finn- Double
For a few seconds earlier she had let her guard down. Not because she was drunk and trying to prove some immature point to herself that I wanted her.
Me wanting her was never the issue. She had to know that deep down.
She had let her guard down because she needed me. Like she had when we had been growing up. I had been her shoulder to lean on when she needed one back then and then one day I wasn’t.
I had hurt her.
I didn’t fool myself to think she had been heartbroken but what did I know of sixteen year old girls hearts? I did know I had hurt her and that would forever be on my conscious.
Out of all the horrible things I had done in my life it was hurting her I regretted the most. Even if I did it for the right reasons, not the sleeping with her friend that was inexcusable but not sleeping with her. Yeah that had been the right thing to do. Moshe would have stuck around, the club was as much a part of her life as it was mine. Especially back then. And she deserved more.
Old habits die hard, I scrubbed the shampoo it to my hair, letting the hot water drip down my face. Hers and mine.
When she had needed comfort it was my arms she had flown into and not her brothers. And now she needed protection and I was the one who put himself forward.
Not the only one but I our ranked the damn prospect.
Little Delilah Dee couldn’t go back to her life, not yet anyway. It wasn’t safe. Some asshole had been making her life hell and I hadn’t even known.
She hadn’t told me.
But then again why would she? We hadn’t spoken in ten years. I wasn’t part of her life anymore. Not like I used to be. Except I was about to be.
Dom couldn’t be there to protect her. Not if he was to go on his honeymoon and the safest place for her to hide out was right here. In the club house.
Under my protection.
Like it used to be.
Except we were different people now. Very very different people.
“What the fuck.” I swore as the water that was pounding down on my head suddenly turned freezing. Which meant someone was in the bathroom and running one of the taps. Yanking back the curtain, I opened my mouth to give who ever it was a piece of my mind and froze.
Delilah’s gaze didn’t flinch and she looked pissed.
“What the hell Delilah?” I stood there , as naked as the day I was born but I didn’t move to cover myself.
If she didn’t want to see my d**k she shouldn’t be in the bathroom when I was taking a shower. But to her credit her eyes didn’t flick downwards.
“Can I help you with something?” I grinned at her , a sure way to annoy her even more.
“What are you playing at Finn?”
“Oh you’ve been told.” Of course that’s why she was here, Dom would have told her that she was under the clubs protection now until what ever crazed stalker she had got herself could be caught. More specifically that I had been assigned to be her personal body guard.
“Yes I’ve been told.” She raised her hand and would have slapped my face if I hadn’t caught her wrist. I dragged her into the cubicle with me. Pressing my very naked front against her. “Careful now Del.” I hissed it into her ear. “Slapping me would be a mistake and we both know it.”
“Will you get off me.”
I grinned down at her. Angry adult Delilah was just as cute as teenage angry Delilah had been. And anyway I really liked her body pressed up against mine. The wetness of my skin making her T-shirt cling to her breasts. Breasts I had been dying to touch last night.
Breasts I was dying to touch now.
If she had been any other girl I would have had her naked by now. Naked on her knees.
The thought and the feel of her against me made me harden uncontrollably and her eyes grew wide.
“Are you going to try and slap me again?” I emphasised the word try, drawing the moment out as I
Fought the urge to pin her against the wet tile.
Damn best friend pacts.
Damn the fact she was like my little sister or at least used to be.
“You deserve it.”
I chuckled at her retort , flexing my hips and pushing myself more firmly against her. Loving the way she sucked in a breath.
Oh little Delilah D definitely wasn’t a kid anymore.
“Probably , not denying it.” I had to stop rubbing myself up against her like a horny dog.
“Your disgusting Double.”
And there she went not using my real name again, although I liked the idea of doubling up with her.
Maybe.
The thought threw me. Maybe? Since when had I been a maybe kind of guy?
“And yet this is the second time you’ve rubbed your body against mine in twenty four hours.”
She swore tearing herself out of my grasp as she retreated to the door. “Don’t flatter yourself Double.” Her eyes flicked downwards for the first time, and her top curled. “You’re not that impressive.”
I laughed as she slammed the door.
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