Page 33 of Truths

“It's perfect,” she says.

“Almost perfect,” he says, lowering himself to taste her again.

She falls back on the bed, clutching the bedspread on either side of her. “The things you do to me, Maxwell Parks,” she moans. “You have me. You have all of me.”

The words mean more to him than she knows, and he can't wait any longer. He needs to be inside her, sliding up her body, careful of their newly inked skin. “You own me, Daphne.”

“Oh, Max,” she moans as he lifts her hips off the bed to hit a spot deep inside he knows she loves. “Me, too. Me, too.”

Chapter Thirteen

Summerville

Nelson

Leaving Daphne's place, Nelson seethes. She runs off to fuck his brother, and he's the bad guy? He's the one who needs to take accountability? That's very much the pot calling the kettle black.

He doesn't want to admit it, but he knows Daphne's right to some extent. He took his anger at the whole situation out on Sutton, and while she and Max are the catalyst to his outburst, it's not their fault. They didn't make him lash out at the woman he's pretty sure he's starting to fall in love with. He's never been with someone like Sutton, and it kind of scares him.

What Daphne and he had was never going to end up in forever. He knows it. He knew it when they started dating, but it doesn'tmean that having her with his brother doesn't sting. Things with Sutton feel different than they ever did with Daphne, though. They were friends first, and she seemed to like him as a person, not just a club member. Not as a one-night stand. They had gotten to know each other in a way he never had with anyone else before, and he thinks that might be what made the sex between them that much better, too.

“Could I be trying to sabotage the relationship with Sutton in a stupid attempt to protect myself before I get too deep in?” Nelson says to himself as he walks down the block from the tattoo shop and Daphne's apartment. He needs to clear his head, and again, he finds himself outside Sutton's building.

“Daph and I never fell in love. I never felt about her how I do Sutton. But can I really be falling in love with someone? I didn't think I was built for the whole hearts and flowers thing. But maybe things change,” he says, his voice mumbling as he catches the door while someone walks out.

Taking the stairs to the third floor, he stops in front of her apartment and knocks. The door swings open, and Sutton jumps in shock when she sees him.

“What are you doing here?Howdid you get in here?” Sutton asks.

“I scaled the wall until I found an open window to an abandoned apartment,” he jokes. It doesn't land, and he chuckles awkwardly. “Okay, tough crowd. Not in the mood for jokes. Got it. One of your neighbors was leaving as I walked up.”

Moving to the side, she has mercy and lets him step inside. “What are you doing here?”

“I wanted to talk to you. Well, I subconsciously wanted to talk to you. I started walking and ended up here.”

“Where were you?”

“Daphne's place.”

Nodding, she moves into the kitchen and leans against the kitchen counter. “I see.”

“Yeah, it was a barrel of laughs. I walked in on her blowing my brother. Kind of. He'd just finished as she swallowed.”

Her nose crinkles. “That sounds... fun to walk into.”

“About as much fun as it was to see her name tattooed right above his dick.”

“He always did have a thing for her.”

“Did everyone see it?” Nelson asks, moving to sit on the stool opposite of her. “Am I fucking blind?”

Her head nods up and down, and she lets out a humorless laugh. “Yep.”

“Why didn't anyone say anything?”

“What would that have done? Besides piss you off? At some point, one of you two was going to realize you weren't a good fit. She really does fit better with Max, and I'm not trying to hurt your feelings by saying that. If you step back and take a hard look, they're basically the same person. When you see them together, it, well, clicks.”

He can't bring himself to look into her eyes. “Do we fit?”