Page 3 of Battling the Enemy
My words were for Ramsey, but everyone invested in our little scene could hear me. “Everything’s perfect, Ram,” I assured him. “Me and Delaney are just having ourselves a conversation, is all.”
Because Ramsey and Liam knew me so well, I heard Liam snort behind me, and Ramsey let out a deep sigh. Again-no questions asked. Ramsey and Liam were already on board with whatever I was doing without even asking what it was I was doing. Ramsey just asked if I was cool because that’s all he cared about. He didn’t carewhatI was doing; he just cared that I was okay while doing it, and Liam was pretty much of the same mind.
Emerson and Roselyn wisely kept quiet because, while we might all be friends, those girls knew better than to push past where they belonged. I loved them both to pieces, but Emerson’s control didn’t extend beyond Ramsey and Roselyn’s control, no matter how close we were, didn’t extend beyond Liam.
But what they did do?
They joined Ramsey and Liam in standing at my back so that Delaney and I were closed off from prying eyes as much as possible. However, turns out I hadn’t needed to worry about shielding Delaney from the crowd.
Her quiet, demur, wallflower persona was shed the second she pushed at my chest and yelled, “No, we’re not, Deke. Now get the hell off me!”
Chapter 2
Delaney~
Iwas embarrassed-no,humiliated.
I had never even wanted to come to this stupid party. I didn’t go to teenage parties, because that wasn’t me.
Ava guilt tripped me with ramblings of this being our senior year and our times together were coming to an end, yadda, yadda, yadda. And so, I caved because for all of Ava’s wild ways, she’s been my best, and often, only friend for years.
It wasn’t that I had anything against normal teenage life, but nothing about the kids from Sands Cove was normal, and that included me.
My life was already carved out for me, so I didn’t see the point in dating or partying. I was destined to be a socialite wife whose job would be to help make her husband flourish. I was to be the arm candy that, that in itself was a joke, because I wasn’t even that pretty. I had brown hair, brown eyes, and my body could do with a bit of dieting. But that didn’t matter; my parents had already set my life on a particular path, and that was that.
The only reason I worked my ass off in school was because, even if I was destined to just be someone’s wife, I didn’t want to be a stupid one. I wanted to be able to talk finance, politics, etc. I didn’t want to spend the rest of my life discussing the latest nail trends or shoe collection.
So, I spent my teenage years in the library or classroom instead of at parties or with a boyfriend. I was a virgin with an uncomplicated life. Or it had been before Deke Marlow caught me watching him getting a blowjob from Melissa Randall.
As soon as we had arrived, Ava immediately had a beer in her hand and powder on the tip of her nose. I never judged her for being wild because she’s never judged me for being a weird nerd, but her partying always worried me a bit. But it wasn’t until she landed on Marcos Sergio’s lap that I knew I needed to make myself scarce. While I’ve gotten used to Ava’s drugs and alcohol party ways, I wasn’t too keen on watching Marcos finger fuck her in front of everyone. I had taken a stroll to avoid the sexual scenes often played out at these parties only to catch Deke Marlow getting his dick sucked.
Oh, the irony.
I hadn’t meant to watch, either. That’s the bad thing about all this. Never having been to one of these parties before, I had gotten lost in the thicket of trees. When I heard some noises, I had really believed I had found someone to save me.
Nope.
That wasn’t the case at all.
When I had peeked around that cursed oak tree, my feet had frozen at the sight of Melissa Randall on her knees in front of Deke Marlow. Now, while I was a virgin, I wasn’t a sheltered one. I knew exactly what was going on, and curiosity had gotten the better of me. I’ve never given a blowjob before, and I was enthralled at what Melissa was doing. I was pathetically taking pointers.
It wasn’t until I saw Deke’s hands tighten in her hair that I felt a sudden pulse between my legs. He had been anchoring himself as he began really driving into her mouth. My eyes had shot up and when they met Deke’s eerie green gaze, sparks of heat curled deep in the pit of my stomach and I knew I was in trouble. And, Sweet Baby Jesus, when he kept looking at me as he fucked Melissa mouth, I knew in that moment what it felt like to be turned on.
His question pissed me off because his snide accusation had been spot on. For a split second I had wished I were Melissa on my knees before Deke. I wanted to be the one to feel those rough hands tighten in my hair. So, when he finally closed his eyes and threw his head back as he came, I ran.
I fuckingran.
I ran so blindly, I miraculously found myself back at the party. I saw Ava, and I hadn’t cared that she was drunk, high or getting fingered in front of everyone. I wanted to leave before Deke came out of the trees, because once the lust had died down, I had been embarrassed as hell.
I still was.
And now Deke was standing in front of me, holding me captive, ready to embarrass me some more. And what’s worse? He had Liam McCellan, Roselyn Bell, Ramsey Reed, and Emerson Andrews at his back, protecting him. They were his cover for whatever it was he wanted to do or say to me, and everyone knew not to mess with this crew. Ramsey Reed was a psychopath and Liam McCellan was as unstable as they came. And Liam was the nice one, for Christ’s sake.
My little push to Deke’s chest hadn’t moved him a bit, and he stepped closer-if that was possible-and leaned down before saying, “Now, why would I want to do that?”
“I’m sorry, okay?” I mumbled. Maybe that’s all he was looking for. “I won’t tell any-”
Deke threw his head back in a sinister laugh. He looked back down at me and said, “You think I give a fuck if these people know that I just got my dick sucked?”Evidently, not. “Do you think Melissa Randall’s virtue is so pristine that we need to protect her reputation?”
