Page 19 of Words from the Heart
Chapter 16
Delilah was pissed. Parker stood outside the ER, waiting for her to come out. Jed must have called him after he dropped her off. She’d told Jed she’d just call a cab or something. He must have taken it upon himself to call Parker.
“What are you doing here, Parker?”
“Jeb called me. Said you’d need a ride. What the hell happened, Delilah?”
“Doc says it’s a hairline fracture. The cast has to stay on for four weeks.”
“I can see you messed up your hand. That’s not what I was asking. How in the hell did you fracture your wrist?”
“I fell off my horse.”
“You mean that ornery bastard bucked you off. Jeb told me, Delilah.”
“Then why the hell did you ask?”
“Delilah. Can we not fight? I came to get you, but I am too exhausted to argue with you.”
Delilah realized he was in his uniform, “Wait, did you work today? I thought you only worked nights.”
“I do, but I stayed over to cover someone else’s shift. So, I’ve been up for going on twenty-four hours and am dead tired.” He climbed into his truck, waiting for her to get in, as he cranked the engine. Taking a deep breath, she climbed into the passenger seat and closed the door. The drive to her house was silent, but Delilah could see how tired he was, his eyes didn’t shine like they usually did.
“Parker, you don’t need to drive home. Stay here. There is plenty of room.”
“Thanks, but I’d rather go home.”
Huffing out a breath as she slid out of the truck, “Fine, but can you at least text me to let me know you got home?”
“Yep.” His response was curt and hurtful.
She watched as he backed out and left her standing in the dusty drive. Wiping a tear from her cheek, she turned and went inside. She noted that Jed had come back and put Ed back in the barn, she would need to send him a thank you at some point, but for now, she just wanted to go inside and sleep. It was only eight, but she was worn out. A whole day wasted, and the only thing to show for it was a bright pink cast on her hand.
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Parker pulled into his driveway and cut the engine. He was ready to fall face first into bed, but he couldn’t kick the guilt that riddled him. Delilah had been hurt and he was a dick to her. But he was trying to guard himself. She was still confused and he was afraid he’d get hurt if he didn’t back away. Funny thing was, he was hurting anyway.
Trudging inside his tiny house, he kicked off his boots and tossed his belt onto his kitchen table. He was bone tired and wanted to sink into his bed. Ensuring the door was locked, he meandered back to his room and stripped down to his boxers. Visions of Delilah assaulted his head, his dick woke to the thought of her being close. God, even in sheer exhaustion his body reacted thinking about her. Crawling beneath the sheets, he laid staring at the ceiling. His cock was painfully hard now. Slipping his hand beneath the waistband of his boxer briefs, he rubbed his hardon willing it to go to sleep. He was tired, but his erection was not cooperating. Closing his eyes, he pictured Delilah. His fist wrapped around the base, squeezing as it pulsated in his hand. “Fuck.” He muttered to the empty room. Even pissed this woman had a hold on him. His fist had a mind of its own as he began massaging his extremely hard cock. His body responded, the orgasm building quick as he pictured the last time, he and Delilah were together. Her body fit his like a glove. His legs tensed as his seed spilled into his boxers. Kicking the sheet off, he stood and stripped the ruined briefs onto the floor. Stalking naked to the bathroom, he washed his hands and wiped off with a towel. Once back in his room, he sat on the edge of the bed. He pressed his hands to his face, screaming into the room. Parker knew without a doubt, he was in love with Delilah. Glancing at the clock, he noticed the letter from Momma Belle. He snatched it off the table and pulled the letter from the envelope. He read over her words again, smiling as he did. Folding it back, he slipped it into his drawer. The frustration he had been feeling vanished. Momma Belle was right. And eventually, Delilah would realize she was his.
