PROLOGUE
LACHLAN
Ten Years Ago
“Fuck.”
My voice rings out in the darkness, the still air alight with fireflies dancing around us. The warm, summer evening was the perfect backdrop to our first date—a picnic in the meadow behind her house. When I arrived, with a basket full of food I bribed the housekeeper to make for us, I never imagined the evening would turn out this way.
I mean, sure, I’d hoped it might end with me getting a taste of her tight little cunt, or maybe with her on her knees, my throbbing cock between her lips. I’m a guy, after all. But this…this is beyond my wildest dreams.
Delaney Hawthorne.
An enigma of shy innocence and feisty challenges—and no one is good enough for her. Not even me—especiallyme. But that doesn’t stop me from wanting everything from her.
Tonight, after we ate the cold fried chicken, she leaned over and kissed me on the blanket we’d spread across the ground. It was a fumbling kiss and we laughed about it afterward. I know she’s inexperienced, because I’ve watched her in the halls and after school. She’s gone on a few first dates, but she’s never made it to a second date, thanks to yours truly. A quick little chat and a mention of my family quickly fixes the problem and keeps her safe.
We lay back on the blanket—barely touching—looking at the stars and talking softly about our plans for the future. Graduation is tomorrow and Delaney’s planning to stay local. She wants the dorm experience—who can blame her—but she doesn’t want to leave her parents.
“What about you?” she whispers, moving her head to nudge my shoulder. “Where is the great Lachlan Romero going to learn to take over the world?”
I chuckle darkly, not wanting to admit to just how close to the truth her words hit. “I’m staying here, too. Family business will become my full-time gig, so no college for me. At least not for right now.”
“Well then,” she murmurs, moving to straddle me, her hot pussy grinding down onto my hard dick. “I’ll be here… you’ll be here… Might as well make the most of…” Her lips descend on mine, devouring me hungrily, her tongue lapping awkwardly at my mouth, but there’s no sense of hesitation as she writhes above me, her heat seeping through our clothing and stoking my desire.
“Wait, Delaney… wait,” I pant, pushing back on her gently, when all I really want to do is grab her, strip her, and hold her open for me. “Slow down, baby. This is a marathon—not a sprint. I want to take my time with you.”
She groans, running her sexy red nails over my heaving chest.
“That’s fine—whatever. But I want you, Lachlan. Ineedyou. Don’t make me wait.”
One of my hands skims over her side, down to her hip, holding her in place above me, loving the feel of her solid, curvy body on my own, but desperate to feel her beneath me. The other cups her jaw, bringing her toward my hungry mouth, instructing her on how to kiss me properly, our tongues slowly, sensually, dancing together.
My hips slowly thrust up into her, the pressure making us both groan in pleasure. When I can’t take it anymore, I flip us, supporting my weight on one elbow, giving myself some room to thrust. Her legs open automatically, moving to wrap around my waist, pulling me into her, torturing me with the promise of what’s to come.
Her teeth nip my bottom lip and she chuckles when I moan, enjoying the line of pleasure and pain more than I thought I would. Her hands roam my shoulders, pulling at the t-shirt I’m wearing. “Off,” she mutters against my lips, pulling harder and groaning in frustration.
I pull back just enough to give me room to remove my shirt, chuckling when she growls in frustration, leaning up to chase my lips. “Patience, Laney,” I say, gripping the fabric at the back of my neck and tugging it from my body with one hand, then throwing it blindly to the side.
Before I can say anything, she lifts her shirt off, tossing it over her head, leaving her in shorts and a delicate pink lace bra that just barely contains her pillowy breasts. I suck in a breath, admiring her curves before lowering my head to her cleavage, inhaling deeply, and kissing each glorious breast. Flicking the clasp open and groaning as her tits spill out, the dusty-pink nipples pebbled and ready for my tongue, I mutter a prayer, thanking every deity I can think of for the perfection of Delaney Hawthorne.
I give each nipple attention, alternating between tonguing and blowing cool breath on them, committing each moan and whimper Delaney makes to memory. I kiss my way down her body, enjoying her trembling muscles as my lips slowly skate across each one. “This is enough for me, sweetheart,” I whisper when I come to the waistband of her shorts. “If you’re not ready…”
“I am!” she whisper-yells, lifting her hips as her hands open the button that separates me from the thing I desire more than my next breath. She pushes them down, wiggling her hips to help peel the tight fabric from her body. I use one hand to help her, impatience getting the better of me. Finally, she’s in sheer panties the same pink lace as her bra.She wanted something to happen tonight.
I lean forward, settling myself between her splayed thighs, breathing deeply, inhaling her musky sweet scent. I can’t bite back the groan—she’s going to be fucking delicious, an addiction just for me. I kiss up her thigh, nipping gently when I reach the apex, needing to mark her, but unwilling to taint her perfect skin.
Unable to resist any longer, I reach up, ripping the side of her panties, unwilling to have anything separating us now that I know what awaits me. She gasps. I reach over, grab the other side and rip it, too. “I’ll buy you another pair—ten pairs—a hundred!” I dive down, my tongue dipping into her dripping entrance, her flavor exploding in my mouth, and I see stars.
“God, you’re delicious,” I groan against her folds, needing everything she’ll give me. Dragging my tongue up to her clit, I circle it. Her hips buck against my face with innocent, uncoordinated movements. Wrapping my arms around her hips, I pull her tighter to me, keeping her movements restrained so I can torture her with pleasure.
“Lachlan!” Her delirious moans echo around the meadow, the husky sound music to my ears.
I quicken my pace, flicking my tongue around her clit, over it with just the tiniest bit of pressure, before circling it again. Her hips fight my hold for control, but her small body is no match for my hard-earned muscles.
I look up at her, savoring her taste on my tongue, watching her back arch, her hands kneading her breasts, her fingers rolling her nipples. I know she’s ready, but she’s waiting for something. For my command. “Come for me, Delaney,” I growl against her core. A wave of delicious slick coats my tongue, but I know she’s got more to give me. “I said—comefor me.Now.”I push my middle finger into her tight pussy, groaning as I feel it clench and pulsate around me at my demand.
I find her G-spot, massaging it as my lips lock around her clit, sucking hard. She cries out, coating my hand in her release, finally giving me what I need. I withdraw my finger, lapping at her, cleaning her up, giving her a moment to recover before the real fun begins.
