Page 12 of Sin With Me
Because whatever that is, I have that.
But Delilah Fanning would nevereverbe interested in me.
For starters, she can hardly stand me.
By the tongue-lashing she just gave me, she wouldn’t bat an eye if I got run over by a tractor attached to a manure spreader.
In fact, she’d be driving it.
Not that she hates me, per se, but she’s definitely not a fan of my behavior.
Like right now…
“Wilder, I swear to God…” She pinches the bridge of her nose, leaning in closer so I can hear her over the loud music. The smell of her perfume—a mix of something sweet and floral—invades my senses.
People stand at the bar all around us, but when it’s just me and her, they fade away.
“Pace yourself because if you throw up in my brand-new truck, I’ll strip you naked and hogtie your balls until they fall off.”
Jesus Christ.
My balls ache at the visual.
“Delly,baby…” I drawl. Her old nickname slips from my lips, but if she notices, she doesn’t show it. “If you wanna get me naked, just ask.”
“I’ve seen it all…I’m good,” she deadpans, sliding a glass of ice water across the bar toward me.
“’Cuse me? You been spyin’?” I waggle my brows and she rolls her eyes.
“Against my will,” she clarifies, tucking a loose strand behind her ear. “You tend to strip when you’re drunk, and I’ve seen you drunk more times than I can count. So I’d be very careful the next time you show me your pierced dick because it might be the last.”
A smug grin flashes across my face. “You’ve looked at my piercings, huh? You want a private viewin’?” I wink and then take a drink of the water to appease her when she scowls.
The three shots I took before this are barely affecting me.
Kinda.
“Two weeks ago, you streaked through the ranch at four in the mornin’ and then passed out in front of The Lodge. I had to drag your naked ass back to my truck and then lift you up into the seat. So yeah…I saw your piercings…up close and too personal.”
“What about this one?” I flick out my tongue, showing off the piercing there.
“Mm-hmm. Also not impressive.” She steals my water and drinks it as if she’s bored.
“Wait, wait, wait…” I wave out my hands. “Are you callin’ my piercingsnotimpressive?”
Her gaze lowers to my groin before meeting my stare with an evil smirk, her tongue poking the inside of her cheek. “I’m sayin’ thewholepackage ain’t that impressive.”
My jaw drops at her bald-faced lie.
“Now I know you’re full of shit. Women don’t say they’reWild for Wilderfor nothin’.”
“Don’t make me throw up.” She pretends to gag.
I steal back the glass of water and chug the rest. It’s the weekend before Thanksgiving and the Twisted Bull is packed with college-aged girls in mostly cropped tops and jean skirts. Most of the guys are in jeans, boots, and Stetson hats, playing the cowboy fantasy even though they’ve never worked on a ranch a day in their lives.
But it’s why Delilah’s glued to my hip because she’s onbabysitting my assduty—her words, not mine. Waylon put her up to it. Anytime he can’t come out, which has been more and more ever since he started dating Delilah’s little sister, he puts her in charge of me.
I should be offended, considering I’m thirty-three years old, but I’d never drink and drive, so it’s a good idea to have a DD. And well, there’s been a few instances of fighting, so now anytime I go out, someone comes with me to make sure I get home safe.And stay out of jail.
