Page 48 of Guilty For You

Apprehension pricked my skin like I was jolted with electricity as soon as we walked down the hallway towards the back door.

“Do you think he’s out there?” Lori asked, walking up next to me.

“Who? Taz?” I asked.

“No dummy,Fox.” She sang his voice and winked at me. I rolled my eyes and tried to ignore her as Bones opened the door, letting the cool nighttime air in.

“Doubtful.” I said and took a deep breath of the fresh air.

No sooner had the words left my mouth though, I saw a dark figure sitting on a motorcycle next to my car and I paused.

However, I’d recognize his shadow anywhere. So many nights it lurked into my bedroom and brought with it comfort and pleasure.

I’d never admit it, but seeing Fox waiting for me instead of Taz brought those same two feelings to the surface. And another crack to the ice box, because he cared enough to follow through.

“Want me to kick his ass?” Bones asked as Lori stopped at her own car, tossing out a good night as we kept going.

“No.” I shook my head and patted his beefy arm. “I appreciate the offer though.”

“Hmm.” He grunted and nodded to Fox as he stood up off his motorcycle. “Have a good night, D. See you tomorrow.”

“Night, Bones.” I nodded and watched him walk off as Fox’s eyes bore into the side of my face. “You didn’t have to come back.” I said, turning to face him.

“I told you I would.” He answered easily and raised an eyebrow at me, like he dared me to challenge him. “We didn’t find Taz yet, but the club is still looking for him.”

I didn’t have it in me to ask what exactly was going to happen to the man when they found him, because I was tired beyond reason. “Thanks.” I unlocked my car door, “I got it from here.”

“You look dead on your feet, let me give you a ride home.” He said, putting his hand on the frame of my door to stop me from opening it any further.

“No.” I shook my head, “I have to work in a few hours at the ER, I got it.”

“Why are you working yourself to death, D?” He asked, with a pinched brow. “Surely you make enough at the ER to survive.”

I scoffed and rolled my eyes, “You don’t have a clue what it costs to provide.”

“Then tell me.” He argued and pushed my door shut and I sagged against the back door in defeat.

“I can’t, Fox.” I sighed, “I’m so fucking tired, I just want to go home.”

“Let me take you.” He stepped closer and his manly scent engulfed me, and I lost myself to the memory of how good he smelled when he held me close. “Come on, D, let me take care of you.”

“It’s too late for that.” I shook my head, “I can’t.”

“You can.” He said and reached up slowly before placing his hand on my cheek and slid it around the back of my neck. It was the first time he touched me like this in five years, and I melted into it. I tilted my head back to look up at him and tried to ignore the way electricity burned on my skin where his touched me. “I didn’t kill Blaine.” His face was in shadow, but I could feel the intensity of it as he stared down at me. Time had changed him, but it wasn’t in a bad way. He was more mature and filled in, like a grown man where a young man had been before.

But I knew that time behind bars must have had something to do with that too.

“I know.” I closed my eyes and pretended for just a minute that this was okay. That letting him touch me was alright. I leaned against his big hand, and he supported the weight of my head instantly, cradling it gently. His thumb ran over the side of my cheek like he was aching to touch me everywhere. “But either way, too much time has passed. Too many things can’t be undone.”

“I want you.” He growled, taking another step and closing the last bit of space between us as his stomach pressed against my breasts, “I love you, Delilah, and I know you still love me. Because if you didn’t, you would have told me to get lost by now.”

“Ididtell you to get lost.” I opened my eyes in rage. And found his smirk waiting for me.

“I know baby.” He took a deep breath and I instantly reached up to push my hands against his hard abs as they touched my breasts, “But we both know you don’t mean it.” He leaned down until his lips were right above mine, “Give me another chance. Let me make up for the last five years.”

I moaned, hating how badly I wanted to give into him. “Why did you plead guilty?” I whispered. “Before I give you anything from me after all this time, I deserve the truth Fox. The whole fucking truth.”

“I know you do.” He sighed, and I could taste nicotine and whiskey on his breath, “Not tonight though. You’re too tired for it all tonight. Call off sick tomorrow and let me take care of you.”

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