Page 190 of Finding Delaware

His grin turns wicked, a chuckle brushing against my lips. “Well, I mean, if you’re willing to chase me down, baby.” When I growl in response to that, he bursts into laughter. “I’ll come to you first, I promise. I just couldn’t go in there with Maisie talking shit, and I didn’t want to make everyone suspicious by pulling you away, so...yeah.”

Oh, which reminds me.

“There’s no need to worry about that. If you’d stayed just five more minutes, you would have heard me announcing to the entire house that we’re together.”

“Y-youwhat?!”His jaw drops as he pulls himself off my dick, turning around in my arms. “Are you fucking for real?”

“Yep.” Lowering my gaze, I wet some paper towels to clean him up. “It kind of just came out. You mad?”

“The fuck? Hell no, I’m relieved. Lying makes me gassy.”

A choked snort makes me cough as I wipe off my dick and wash my hands. “That’s a very odd reaction.”

The banging on the door starts again, someone on the other side shouting angrily, and I holler at them to hold up whilewe quickly clean up the mess. With our clothes righted and junk tucked away, I grab Taylor’s hand, kissing his knuckles before opening the door.

Angry eyes of the bartender in the skirt greet us on the other side, surrounded by two bouncers. “Seriously? Can’t you two read?”

He points to a neon sign hanging on the wall that reads ‘no fucking in the bathroom,’ and we share a baffled look as the bouncers walk us to the door. A few people clap when we’re marched out, but I can’t even find it in me to be embarrassed. Not when Taylor squeezes my hand and gives a princess wave to the crowd, hair a mess, lips swollen from my kisses, a hickey forming on his neck where I bit down.

Mine.Absolutely mine, and I wouldn’t have it any other way.

“Why do they even need a sign like that?”

“Right? Are people getting fucked regularly in the bathroom at this place?”

As we cross the parking lot toward my car, I spot Logan and Devon standing near the motorcycle several spaces over. A sensual smirk rests on Devon’s pierced lips when he flicks his gaze over Taylor before dragging it to where our hands are clasped.

“Ah, young love,” he sighs, straddling his bike, and I turn to where his nephew stands with his hands on his hips.

“Well, I see no blood, so that’s a good sign.” Logan checks us both over with an assessing gaze. “No bruises. I think it’s safe to say everything’s sorted?”

“Yep,” Taylor grins, jabbing a thumb over his shoulder. “Though, I wouldn’t be so sure about the bruises. My ass is so sore, I won’t sit right for a week.”

Logan sputters while Devon throws his head back to laugh, and I pull Taylor against me, resting my chin on his shoulder.

“We’re going to light some fireworks at Christian’s mom’s if you both want to come,” he says, his gaze bouncing between them.

Devon angles his head. “Will there be booze?”

“Oh, yeah. And the bestpozoleyou’ve ever tasted.”

“Shit, I’m in.”

My brow lifts at my best friend. “What about you, Loge? Salem’s gonna be there.”

He deliberates for a moment, chewing on a cheek. “Thanks, but I should probably head home. I’ve got work in the morning.”

My shoulders sag slightly with disappointment, but I offer to drop him off at his car because I won’t make him pay for an Uber. Doubt there’s one this far out from the city, anyway.

As the three of us pile into the Audi, Devon calls to Taylor from his bike.

“You sure you don’t want to come with me? I’ll even ride bitch.”

Taylor freezes, eyes brightening with excitement. I glare at Devon, knowing precisely what he’s doing, preparing to begrudgingly watch my boyfriend drive off with another man because I can’t say no, but Taylor surprises me when he shakes his head.

“Nah, man, I’m good. Thanks for the ride earlier, though. I need to invest in one of those.”

As we’re buckling in our seatbelts, I throw him a curious look. “You could have gone with him if you wanted to. I know you’re dying to drive a motorcycle.”

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