RIDE: The Complete Delancey Brothers Trilogy (32 page)

I stared out into the darkness, trying to figure out what the hell to do when she came out of the shower. I would offer her the bed of course. I could sleep on the floor. Maybe give her one of my old t-shirts to sleep in...

She would look sexy as hell in an old t-shirt.

I looked up to see Elle standing in the doorway with a towel wrapped around her. She was sparkling clean, her skin glowing from a vigorous scrubbing. Her long wet hair hung over her shoulders and her breasts- well let's just say the towel didn't cover much. I glanced down at her long, long legs and my mouth went dry.

Really really dry.

She just looked at me, giving nothing away with her huge green eyes. Then she started walking towards me. I opened up his mouth, trying to think of something to say.
 

"Hey."

She smiled at me and kept walking.

"Hey."

She didn't stop until she was standing inches from me. I had to clench my fists to keep from yanking her against me and ravaging her. She cocked her head to the side and stared up at me.

"Cat got your tongue?"

"No. I just- wanted to make sure you were okay."

"I'm fine."

"Good. That's good."

"Is there anything else you were wondering about Jake?"

My jaw dropped open. Was she-
 

"What's the matter Jake? I'm here in your room half naked. Isn't that what you wanted?"

"You might not be in the mood."

"Oh but I am."

"After what happened."

"After what
almost
happened. If it wasn't for you."

She dropped her towel. I could not believe my luck. I kept my eyes on hers though.

I was a gentleman damn it.

"I want to forget how his hands felt on me. You'll help me with that won't you Jake?"

I nodded slowly, staring into her beautiful green eyes.

"I'll help you."

I glanced down at her and grinned. I felt like I'd just won the God Damn lottery. But the prize was way better than money.
 

I got to have
her.

I pulled her against me and did what I'd been dying to do since the moment I laid eyes on her. I kissed the hell out of her. This time though, she was 100% kissing me back. And she was good at it.

Really good.

The best part was that this time, I didn't have to stop.

I groaned and let my hands begin to roam. Her damp skin felt like wet silk. I bent down and lifted her slightly so I could taste her breasts. They were perfect. High and round with two bright pink nipples just begging me to kiss them. I did, smiling as I heard her panting above me.

She was just as hot for me as I was for her.

Good.

I set her down on her feet.

"Bed. Now."

Her eyes flashed at me dangerously. I was treated the sight of her pert bottom as she obeyed my command. In an instant I was following her down to the giant unmade bed.

I kissed her again, pulling my shirt open so I could feel her against my skin. We both moaned at the contact. I grimaced, wishing my pants were off already.

My dick felt like it was trying to claw its way out of my jeans.
 

I wanted to bury myself inside her and never come out again. I reached down to stroke between her legs. I slipped a finger inside her to test the waters. She was wet already but too tight. That was going to be a problem.

I knew I was above average in the size department.

Well, that was a bit of an understatement. I was way, way above average. And Elle was tiny. I took a deep breath and pulled back. She blinked up at me in confusion, all warm and willing female.
 

I shook my head and started sliding down her body, kissing as I went.

"Not yet sweetheart. Not just yet."

I stared at her sweet little pussy as it came into view. She had a nice little patch of dark hair above. It contrasted with her pale skin and the pinkness of her swollen nether lips.

She was utterly feminine down here as she was everywhere else.

Perfect.
 

Delicious.

Mine.

I had to taste her- never mind needing to make sure she was ready.

I lowered my head and got to work.

Elle

"Oh my GOD!"

I was about to fly off the bed. Jake Delancey had his head between my legs and he was- he was-
 

"Oh oh oh!"

My body arched upward as Jake's tongue slid inside me again and again. He was fluttering his finger over my clitoros at the same time. And he wasn't stopping.

I was tossing around on the bed as the orgasm continued to tear through me. I didn't think it was possible to climax harder.

I was wrong.

I found that out a moment later as he brought me to yet another peak.

I reached down and grabbed his head, pushing him away.

He looked up at me questioningly, his blue eyes sparkling.

"Enough messing about Delancey."

He came up grinning as he rapidly pulled the rest of his clothes off. I was breathing heavily as his gorgeously muscled body was revealed. The man's shoulders were even wider than I'd thought, his belly flat and trim, his chest broad and smooth.

In short, he was perfect.

"Are you trying to kill me then?"

"I wouldn't dream of it darlin'."

He pulled his pants off and my eyes widened. I'd been too busy admiring the rest of his physique to wonder about that or how big it was.

It was big.

Too big.

My eyes widened as he climbed on top of me again, leaning toward the bedside table for a condom. He must have caught the look in my eyes as he rolled it on over his shaft.

"It'll be fine."

"Uh huh, if you say so."

"Elle-"

I lay back and closed my eyes.

"Damn it Delancey, get on with it!"

I could almost see his grin as he nudged my thighs apart and guided his cock to my opening. It felt like hot steel where it pressed against me. My body stretched as he eased his way inside.

"Jesus Elle."

He was panting heavily now too, our breathing intermingling as he slid forward, getting deeper by the second. I felt filled up. Stretched. Opened. It didn't hurt though. No, it felt good.

Scratch that.

It felt amazing.

I watched as Jake strained above me. He was circling his hips slowly now, his rod sliding a little deeper with each thrust. His face was a mask of utter concentration. He was holding back.

Well, that wouldn't do now, would it?

"Jake."

He opened his eyes and stared down at me.

"Yes?"

I slid one hand slide down to his bottom and squeezed, pushing him deeper.

"Have at it."

His eyes widened. He groaned as I pulled him all the way inside me. His voice got all low and husky as he groaned and called out.

"Oh God-"

That's all it took. He unleashed on me, pulling one leg up and using it for leverage. He held me captive as he rode me without mercy. His hips pistoned hard and fast into me. I grabbed onto his shoulders and held on for dear life.

I felt my body contracting as the friction inside me reached a fever pitch. My body convulsed on the bed as I came again. But Jake didn't stop or even take a breath. He was thrusting into me faster and faster. I felt another orgasm approaching when something changed.

Jake was about to cum.

His hips bucked out of tempo as I felt the tell tale swelling of his member. It got even bigger if that was possible and that was saying something. Shivers of pleasure shot through me as he pulsed hot seed into the rubber. I looked up as Jake came inside me, his head thrown back and his eyes squeezed shut.

My own orgasm was subsiding by the time he finally stopped moving. He held me close as we both tried to catch our breath. He kissed my neck and my shoulder before rolling off to lay by my side, pulling the blankets over us.

"How do you feel?"

I made a soft contented sound.

"Did I hurt you?"

"No."

I smiled and closed my eyes, ready to drift off to sleep.

That's when he rolled on top of me again.

"Good. Because I plan to make up for lost time."

My eyes opened in shock. Jake was above me, smirking like the devil himself. The bastard was already hard again.

I was half asleep hours later when the door burst open. Jackson and Daniel stood there. Daniel turned immediately to face the wall when he saw me. Jackson did not. His contemptuous gaze raked over the two of us lying together in bed.

"What the hell Jackson!"

"Typical."

"It's 4 am, get the hell out of my room!"

"Dad's on his death bed and you're-"

"What? Why didn't anyone tell me?"

Jackson laughed bitterly.

"Check your damn phone once in a while."

Daniel put his hand on Jackson's shoulder.

"Come on Jackson. He didn't know."

"Just like he didn't know about mom right?"

Jake was on his feet in an instant, completely unconcerned about his nudity. I didn't know where to look, but it was hard not to stare at his ass. Even under the circumstances.

I closed my eyes and sat up, wrapping the blanket around myself.

"You know I couldn't get back here in time."

"Of course. It wasn't your fault. It's never your fault!"

Jake laughed.

"That's a good one. We both know that it's always my fault. Even when it's not."

He slipped a robe on and pressed a kiss to my forehead. I wanted nothing more than to sink into the bed and hide. My whole body was red with embarrassment.

"I'll be back soon. Rest."

Jake stormed out without another word with Jackson close on his heels.

Daniel stopped at the doorway and turned back to me.

"Sorry about this Elle."

I nodded.

"I'm sorry- about your father."

He smiled sadly and left. I was on my feet in an instant. I couldn't stay here. Clearly I'd made a huge mistake. But I'd been so shaken up last night. Everything that happened with Tom after the gig had clearly compromised my judgement.

Oh hell, don't lie to yourself girl.

I sat down abruptly as I finally admitted that I had wanted him from the get go. But that was then. Now I'd had him. He'd been worth the wait and all the bother. But I couldn't stay, no matter how badly I wanted to.

Not after this.

Maybe if they hadn't found out this way- but no. Jake wasn't a one woman man anyway. Was I supposed to stay on as maid and just watch him parade an endless stream of girls through the house? It was inevitable that he would move on, and quickly.

No, thank you.

It was over and that was that.

Just like my friends back home had warned me, Nashville had eaten me up and spit me out. I was just a simple country girl after all. Stupid and naive. I'd proven that by falling into bed with the first rich handsome man I met.

What a stereotype.

It wasn't just that either. I just didn't fit in here. I felt a little hitch in my throat as I started putting my clothes on mechanically.

In a moment of weakness I couldn't resist pulling Jake's shirt on over my skimpy top. It would be something to remember him by. For a moment I had an image of Jake finding his bed empty. Worrying about me. Missing me.

I snorted in disbelief.

Don't fool yourself girl. Any more than you already have.

Jake might be a tad upset in the morning but he'd be fine in two shakes. He was the sort who always landed on his feet. He wasn't going to let a waitress change his bad boy ways.

And even if he was genuinely upset that I'd left without saying goodbye, that wouldn't last long either. He could have any woman he wanted to comfort him. Now that he'd had me I was sure he would have cast me off without a backward glance. That's how men like him operated. Especially the rich ones.

I ignored the little voice that was in my head, telling me I was wrong, that Jake cared. I pushed it down until I couldn't hear it anymore. I was starting over, from scratch.

Or rather, running home with my tail between my legs.

Leaving Nashville for good.

Now that the band was on the outs with Tom... there really wasn't anything left for me here. It felt like it was all my fault somehow. Every last stupid thing that had gone wrong was on me.

I wiped away my tears and snuck down to the front hall to call a cab.

It was time to go home.

Chapter Ten

Jake

I paced back and forth as I raked my brothers over the coals.

"You're sure she didn't say anything else?"

Daniel shook his head sadly.

"No Jake. I swear. She did look mortified though."

"You shouldn't be sleeping with the help anyway."

"She wasn't the Goddamn help Jackson!"

"Jacks- shut up. Can't you see he's in love with her?"

Jackson grunted and ran his hand through his hair.

"I'm sorry."

I didn't want to accept my brother's apology. I didn't even want to think about what Elle must have been thinking when she ran off. But what Daniel had said was true.
 

I was in love with her.

I was 100% grade A certified in love with one little Irish gal named Eleanor Gavin.

And God only knew where the hell she was after all the excitement of the night before.

She'd run. I couldn't help but be a little pissed off at that. Not that I blamed her.

It had been quite the wakeup call.

Dad had pulled through the night. In fact, his recovery had been nothing short of miraculous. I had a sneaking suspicion it had something to do with my agreement to stay and help my brothers run the estate and horse breeding farm.

That was all because of Elle. She'd changed me in the short time I'd known her. I could see a life for myself here now. A life with her.

First she'd led me on a merry chase. Then she'd challenged me, made me question my motives and desired. And finally she'd let me in.

I snorted.

Hell, she'd demanded I take her to bed.

She'd given me the most incredible night of my life. We'd made love three times in rapid succession. Each time had been more intense than the last. And just like that, poof, she was gone.