Loving Hart (17 page)

I chuckled at that.  A
t least he knew
his faults.  “
To me, nothing is fucked up in you
,
Spencer.  You're perfect because you were made for me.  I love you so much, and
I’ll try
hard not to be a jealous shrew
for the next two years.

That pulled him up short, and he swallowed hard.  “Delilah… no one holds a candle to you.  They didn’t before and they sure as shit can’t ever hope to now that I know what it’s like to
feel.  They’re just bodies. I
t isn’t real
because it isn’t you
.
We just have to get through these
two
years.  Once you've graduated, I'm coming for you.
No matter what happens between now and then, I will always belong
to you
baby
.
”

I hate
d
the thought of him touching other women, and even more I hate
d
the idea of him
being inside of them.  It helped
to know that it isn’t the same for him
when he was with other women
.  They might have him for a minute, but they’ll never HAVE him.  He’s mine.

I kissed him, pouring all of my love into it.  When I pulled back, I smiled.  “I didn’t lie when I said I wa
s yours either.  Always.
”

With that, I got out of the car and ran inside to collapse
on my couch and cry.

Everything is duller, less interesting, boring.  I took the
few days I had
before Damien came home to get my shit together.  I suppose I did a passable job on the outside, but inside, I missed her terribly.  I missed sleeping with her, I missed holding her, missed her scent, her taste, her smile, the sou
nd she makes when she’s thinking
something funny, the mess she
creates
when she cooks
,
and the happiness she leaves a trail of anywhere she goes.  I missed holding her hand and staring into her eyes the most. 

It doesn’t change the fact that she’s
twenty
years old.  If she was twenty
-one
…
maybe
Dante and Damien would keep their shit in check.  But there is no way they would do so now.  I’m going to have to reel it in, and the idea of the years that stretch out before me until I can make a move makes me ill.  A lot
can happen in
two
years.  I can only pray that she wo
n’t find anyone that
will take
her away from me forever.
  I know I'm easily replaceable, but Delilah is in a class all
of
her own in my heart.  No one will draw me in like she does, and I know that with a deep down certainty.

Once Damien was back
for a few weeks
, I couldn’t put it off any longer
,
and
I went out at a bar with Damien and Dante.  We were all there on the prowl, and I knew that I’d be going home with someone.  I was anxious just to do it already, to get it over with.  I ruled every blonde on
Earth
out before I even walked
in
.  I can’t replace her, and I’m not going to try.

After about an hour
,
I met a woman who was the physical opposite of Delilah, and it relaxed me enough that I was able to go home with her.
  I spent the rest of the night
fuck
ing her in the most lackluster performance of my life
.  I struggled to come
, and wound up using the memory of Delilah sucking my cock to get off.  The only thing that saved me from coming off like a total bastard was that I made sure that the girl came multiple times.  I left her
sated and happy when
I went home
.
I ran into the bathroom and
showered as I struggled not to scream.

Two
more years.  I
hoped I could survive
.

**
*

We made it through the first few
months, and it was harder than I could ever pos
sibly
have imagined.  Once I knew what it felt like to have her where she belonged, continuing without her by my side threatened to destroy me at times.  T
he saving grace in all of it was that I knew it was
very hard on her as well.  If she didn't feel the same, it would
have
gut
ted
me.
  A few weeks after we stopped, I could see how fragile she was and it almost killed me.  I went to her and told her I’d tell Damien and Dante, consequences be damned, but she put her foot down and stood strong.  She’s gotten better since then, and it’s the only thing that keeps me sane.

Damien's still fucking
everything that walks, but I'd
gotten sneaky about the fact that I'm not.  If he sees me leaving the club with someone, he assumes I'm taking them home to fuck.  I'm not a monk, and I am fucking some of them, but I'm down to
maybe two of
those meaningless trysts a month at most
. After years of anythin
g
-
goes fucking, the irony that I find it
damn hard to come when
I'm
completely disengaged from the person
I'm
having sex with doesn't escape me.  My fist is my permanent sidekick, and it's something I will endure until I can have Delilah back.

It's Christmas Eve, and I'm looking forward to spending
more time
tomorrow with t
he family… Delilah in particular.
  I bought her a ring that will m
atch the diamond heart necklace. 
I saw Damien raise an eyebrow at me when he saw it, but he didn't say anything so I stayed silent.  I'm just damn lucky that he didn't look close enough to realize that it was inscribed with the words Delilah and I have always said to each other. 
I love you more than anything, always.
 
I'd been
prepared to explain it, but was
just as happy not to.

We’d eaten Christmas Eve dinner together
as a family
, and I
had only just gotten
home to settle in for the night.  I'd just started some microwave popcorn when I heard my doorbell ring.  When I opened the door
,
and saw Delilah standing before me
wearing a
drop dead sexy
red dress and a Santa hat, I thought I was dreaming.

"
Angel
?"

She'd caught me off guard and she loved it.  Putting her finger on my chest, she pushed me into the house so that she could enter.  After turning and locking the door, she turned to face me again.
 

"I've got a gift for you to open when we're all together in the morning, but I wanted you to have your real gift tonight."

Every ounce of blood in my body pooled in my cock as she took off the Santa hat and tossed it at me before grabbing the hem of her dress and pulling it over her head.  She stood before me like the goddess that she is, wearing
only my heart necklace,
a matching red bra and thong set and a pair of black thigh highs. 

Giving thanks to my lucky stars, I grabbed her hand and dragged her down the hall to my bedroom. "Oh baby… you're the best gift EVER."

I'd missed the ability to hold and kiss her the most, and as soon as we got to my room I sat on the bed and pulled her onto my lap so that we could kiss.  Kissing her again was even better than I remembered, and I loved that I could feel that the whole thing was a
s intense for her as it is for
me.

We clung together for countless minutes, completely lost in the taste of each other.  I reveled in the heat and warmth of her mouth, the smooth glide of her tongue against mine, the taste that is hers
,
and hers alone. 

I groaned into her mouth when she fisted her hands in my hair and started wiggling on top of me.  "
I've missed having you like this so much
," she
whispered.  "I need you inside
me
now
."

She yanked down my flannel lounge pants just enough to get my hard cock out, and I groaned when I felt her hands start running up my shaft over and over again, in tandem. 

Leaning against my forehead, she touched her tongue to my lips.  "Baby, come inside."

I didn't need to be asked twice.  Lifting her up, I pushed her panties aside and then rubbed the tip of my cock against the ridiculously wet and hot entrance to her pussy.  I groaned at how ready she was, thanking my lucky stars that she was as hot for this as I was.  Holding my shaft in my hand, I looked her in the eyes as I rasped, "Slide dow
n on this and ride
,
Delilah. I'm
all yours."

It felt so goddamn good when she started sliding me into her wet heat that I'm pretty sure my eyes started to cross.  Throwing my
head back, I groaned.  "It
feels so fucking good. You're
so
damn tiny
that I have to really work to get it all in
."

With a breathy little moan, she shook her head. "
It's not me, it's you.
I asked around you know.  What you've got isn't average or normal."

Leave it to Delilah to make me
laugh
, seriously fucking laugh, during sex.  "What are you saying here, that I'm a freak?"

She laughed back at me as she nodded.  "
Yes
,
but
I love it
.  I'm a lucky girl." 

The way she clenched around me as she said it made my heart seize up in my chest, and I jerked inside of her.
The gush of cream
I felt her release on my dick
told me that what we were doing felt
just as
amazing
to her
, and I held onto her hips as I started moving
her up and down
with increased speed.

My bedroom was filled with the sounds of us furiously loving each other, and it was an insane turn on.  "Fuck! I'm not going to last long angel."

She nodded at me as she picked up speed.  "I'm not either."

The way her pussy was fluttering around me spoke the truth of that statement, as well as the flush that had spread from her chest into her cheeks.  Leaning back just so, she gripped my thighs as she moved even faster and I watched in wonder as she started coming apart on top of me.  "Yes! Oh god
,
yes Spencer! Unh!" 

I couldn't hold out against the pressure she was putting on my cock, and I came with a loud shout at the exact moment she cried out that was coming. 

Nothing in my life had ever felt so perfectly fucking right.

We made love three more times during the night, alternately cuddling and talking.  I gave her everything I had, and she reciprocated in kind.  I slept better than I had in months with her curled around me. 

In the morning, we got up while it was still dark out and made love again.  Afterwards
,
I went to her car
,
and got her overnight bag so that she could get ready for Christmas breakfast at Dante's.  We showered together, and then I got to watch her get ready to go.  I loved sharing space with her, loved being part of her daily routine.

When she was finished, I grabbed her overnight bag from the bed to take it back to the car.  Tut-tutting, she came and laid her hand on my chest. "Christmas isn't over baby.  I'm staying tonight too, if that's okay?"

Was it okay? It was fucking better than okay.  "Hell yes angel! Now
that's
a fucking gift."

We drove together to Dante's, telling everyone that she'd come to my house this morning so that we could go together.  No one even raised an eyebrow.  It's expected that we'll always have a very close relationship.  The only thing that would start shit at this point would be if everyone figured out just
how
close
we are these days.

Almost the entire family was there when we arrived.  We were just waiting on Damien, so we all sat in the living room together to talk.  Dante turned on the twenty-four hours of 'A Christmas Story' marathon, and we all got sucked into watching while we waited.  It's been a family Christmas tradition for many years.

Damien came running in about twenty minutes later.  "Sorry! I got a call from Mik
e this morning about the Sherman Oaks build
being unsecured.  We had to do a quick inventory to make sure that nothing was missing."  Looking at Dante and Aunt Sandra, he held up his hand.  "Don't worry, everything was there.  We think it was some kids just fucking around getting drunk."