Page 2 of Battling the Enemy
She kept watching, and the darkness in me that I worked hard to keep hidden stirred.
Delaney watched me cum, and so, it was only fair that I got to do the same thing.
As I came flying out of the thicket of trees and brush, my eyes scanned the throng of people everywhere in search of a brunette in a bright purple shirt. There was no way I was going to let Delaney Martin get away from me.
When I rushed past Ramsey, Liam, Emerson, and Roselyn, Ramsey and Liam immediately stood up when they noticed my preoccupation. I waved them down letting them know everything was fine as I passed them. That was the beauty of unconditional love and loyalty; no questions ever needed to be asked.
I finally found her on the hill near where all our cars were parked, tugging on her friend Ava’s arm. But Ava had a beer in one hand, while nestled on Marcos Sergio’s lap, and she didn’t look like she was ready to leave. That assumption was confirmed the closer I got, and I noticed that Marcos had his hand up Ava’s skirt.
Ever since I’ve known Ava Hill, she has always been a wild child. She was a knockout with her long blonde hair, big blue eyes, and a body that boasted of hot sex and wild fantasies. And, unfortunately for catty girls everywhere, Ava was also smart as a whip. She might look like a dumb blonde, but I’d bet money she’ll be the head of her own Mob syndicate one day.
But, while Ramsey and Liam have both fucked her a time or two throughout the years, I’ve never gone there with her. Not because she wasn’t capable of getting my dick hard, but because she was too…off for my taste. Now, I wasn’t pretending to be a saint or selective, but I didn’t get off on girls who were fucked in the head. I wanted easy fucks with clean breaks, and Ava always struck me as the type of girl who could turn on you in a heartbeat. But, admittedly, I didn’t know her that well. I just knew what I’ve heard about her.
I never understood how she and Delaney had become friends. Those two seemed like night and day, but they were tight as fuck. For all of Ava’s commanding ways, I’d never seen or heard of her treating Delaney badly. This wasn’t a case of having an ugly friend you could bully to make yourself feel better about yourself. From what I could tell, they were genuinely good friends.
Granted, Delaney could never be cast in the role of the ugly friend because Delaney Martin was far from ugly. Her hair was a dark brunette but had different shades of that dark brown decorating the top of her 5’3” frame. She had keen brown eyes under a set of perfectly arched brows. Delaney could be described as pixie-like with her pert nose and high cheeks, but she had a set of lips on her that were made for sucking some lucky guy’s cock.
The girls’ Windsor Academy uniforms had a choice of slacks or skirts, and while most of the girls chose to wear the skirt, I’d never seen Delaney in anything other than the standard Windsor top and pants. It was like she purposely tried to hide her figure, but it was no use. Delaney Martin had a woman’s body made up of a healthy-sized rack and wide hips.
But the best thing about her?
Delaney had this scar that started on the apple of her right cheek and slashed back towards her ear. It looked as if her face had gotten caught on a wire or something and had ripped her face open.
Ramsey had a scar that ran from his right eyebrow across his eye and stopped at the edge of his nose, but it was a clean scar. It was a straight line. He had gotten it when we were 8-years-old and his father had wanted to teach him a lesson in control. Little did his father know what kind of psychopath he was grooming Ramsey to become one day.
But here’s the thing that had always fascinated me about Delaney’s scar, her parents were just as filthy rich as the rest of the families in Sands Cove, but she never got plastic surgery to remove the scar.
She wore it proudly, never shielding it with her hair or applying layers and layers of makeup to make it less visible. Nope. Delaney had a jagged scar that tore across the side of her face and I found an immense amount of strength in that.
Delaney Martin might be a wallflower, but she wasn’t weak.
Just…different.
I saw Ava’s eyes widen as she saw me approach, and Marcos head nodded me, but I ignored everyone around me as I grabbed Delaney by her arm and yanked her towards me. She looked up at me and her big brown eyes widened, and if I didn’t know better, I’d say she was holding her breath.
Fuck, she was pretty.
Low enough for her ears only, I whispered, “Did you like what you saw, Delaney?” This time her face did redden with embarrassment. “What part did you like best? Did you like seeing Melissa sucking my dick or were you wishing you had been Melissa?”
Delaney’s eyes narrowed and I could see the tick in her jaw from trying to exercise some restraint. The last thing she wanted was for everyone around us to find out she’d been watching me get a blowjob. It didn’t go with her good girl persona. “Let me go,” she whispered harshly.
Even though I was ignoring everyone else around us, I was very aware that everyone had stopped whatever bullshit they had been up to, and were now focused on the two of us. I’ve never run after a chic before and the fact that I had now was bound to catch people’s attention. “Not until I get my answer,” I told her brining my other hand up to clasp her other arm, showing her I was serious.
I had Delaney in my grip, her body backed up against someone’s car, while my body blocked her from the party’s view, and you know what? My dick started getting hard even though I had just shot my load only a few moments earlier.
Staring down at Delaney, I would never have guessed this girl would be the girl that would change everything. Things were changing, and I knew they were changing because it wasn’t the feel of her body up against mine that was making me hard. It wasn’t my bruising hold on her arms that had me rock hard.
Nope.
It was that motherfucking scar on her face that kept drawing my attention.
My eyes kept flicking towards it and I could feel this quiet hum in my blood warning me of danger. I was so focused on that crude marking on her face, I hadn’t heard anyone approach. It wasn’t until I heard Ramsey’s voice did reality finally breach the trance she had me under. “Deke, everything cool?” he asked.
No.
No, everything wasn’t cool. Quiet, invisible, solitary Delaney Martin was fucking me up, and I hadn’t even had enough beers to blame it on the alcohol.
My mind couldn’t rid itself of the image of Delaney burrowed behind the trees watching me; watching Melissa get me off. And I couldn’t ignore that it was my connection to Delaney, in that moment, that had made me shoot off like a rocket in Melissa’s mouth. Melissa had become a nonfactor the second my eyes landed on Delaney.
