Page 188 of Finding Delaware

He briefly eyes the picture, rolling his lips between his teeth. “That cutie? Yeah, he’s here with Devon. Booth in the other room, far back corner. Why? There’s no trouble, I hope?”

“Oh, there will be.” My teeth are clenched, so I don’t think he can hear me, but his wary eyes follow Logan and me as we push through the dance floor into the second room where the tables are. Following the bartender’s directions, I spot Taylor huddled in a corner booth with an older-looking Devon than I remember.

Logan’s uncle has my boyfriend’s hand in his, holding it up to his face while he studies the markings on his knuckles, andI cross my arms to watch. I’m sure he’s asking what the four Japanese symbols tattooed there mean, and I hope Taylor tells him that it’s my name forever inked into his skin. I fucked his brains out after he admitted to me what they meant.

Taylor pulls his hand away, looking slightly uncomfortable as he lifts a drink to take a sip, and I tense. It’s a clear glass with dark brown liquid. Is it whiskey? Rum? Beer? Devon reaches out to touch the dragonfly on Taylor’s throat, causing my hands to flex with the urge to break his fingers, which shocks the hell out of me. When did I get so violent? My boyfriend backs away, his gaze bouncing around the room uneasily, eyes darkening when they land on mine. He visibly swallows, and I know he can feel the rage radiating off of me.

Logan follows silently as I stalk over to them, Taylor’s attention holding mine the entire way. His teeth sink into his bottom lip as he tries to hide his smirk.

Oh, you’re in so much trouble.

My cock swells with ideas about what I’m going to do to him, and I mentally thank whatever higher power is out there for choosing to wear a long enough shirt today to hide it. When we step up to the side of the table, Devon whips his head around before flashing us a wide grin.

“Well, if it isn’t my favorite nephew and his best friend, the football star. Made a break for it, too, huh?”

I ignore him, focusing on Taylor instead as I point a finger at his drink. “We’re doing this again? I thought we agreed that you’d come to me the next time you felt like drinking?”

Devon looks peeved as Taylor leans back in his seat, eyes like green pools of fury when he flicks a wrist at me. “Whydon’t you take a sip, asshole, and see what’s in the cup before making assumptions?”

With nostrils flared, I do as he says, tasting nothing but Dr. Pepper on my tongue as I glower at Taylor’s smug face.

Devon scoffs, glancing between us. “I don’t know what I’m missing, but your stepbro can make his own decisions.”

Logan chokes on his spit, coughing into his arm as I raise a brow at Taylor expectantly.

“That so?”

He swallows again, the column of his throat flexing, and I catch how he subtly shifts in his seat to adjust himself. “Yup. I’m a big boy. I can do what I want.”

“Hmm,” I hum, tapping my chin. “You’re right. And so can I. I’m going to find someone to dance with.”

“Wait, what the fuck—”

Without giving him a chance to finish, I stride toward the dance floor, knowing full well I won’t get far. I’ve barely entered the crowd when a hand grips my arm, spinning me around, and I grin down into Taylor’s blazing eyes.

“Got you.”

He jabs a finger into my chest, lips curling into a snarl. “First off, fuck you. And second off, why are you mad at me?”

“Me?”Wrapping my arms around him, I grind my hard cock against his thigh as I yank his head back by the hair. “Why am I mad that you took off with a stranger without a word?”

His breath hitches, pupils blowing wide with desire as he licks his lips. “Devon’s not a stranger, and I told Logan where I was going. Plus, I texted. Those are words.”

“But he’s a stranger toyou,”I growl as I capture his bottom lip between my teeth. “You can’t just take off on bikes with men you don’t know.”

“I...I couldn’t be in that house anymore, Huck,” he breathes, matching my thrusts as we rut against each other on the dance floor. “The shit Maisie was saying, everyone’s judgment. I don’t belong there but I didn’t want to ruin your holiday. They’re your family.”

“You’remy family, too. And if you’re ever in a situation that makes you uncomfortable, communicate, and we’ll leave. Understand?”

He nods, small whimpers of pleasure working his throat as he clings to me.

I grip his jaw firmly. “Words, baby.”

“Yes,goddamn. Now, can we go? Everyone’s at Christian’s mom’s, and I want to get off before we go blow shit up. Plus, we didn’t get to eat, and I’m starving.”

Ah, that’s cute.He thinks he’s off the hook for ditching me, but I’m not easily distracted.

Spinning around, I yank him toward the back, where a sign hangs from the ceiling pointing toward the bathroom. There’s a dimly lit hall and, thankfully, no line, so the toilet is empty when I pull him inside and throw the lock. As soon as I turn around, he’s on me, clawing at the button on my jeans while our mouths crash together, sucking, biting, a mess of spit and teeth.

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