feelings, Torque turned and headed to the bathroom. Once the door was shut and the irritating florescent light was on, he braced his hands on the edge of the sink and stared at his reflection. He was getting too fucking old for this shit, and the fact that he was thinking about being with Delilah for more than just one night was insane. Even if Brack didn’t kill him for touching his daughter, for fucking taking her damn virginity for Christ’s sake, Torque had always told himself he didn’t need or want an Old Lady. He was content by himself, riding alone with only his thoughts to keep his stubborn ass company. He was happy living that life. Right?
Letting his head hang between his shoulders he thought for several minutes on what in the hell he was going to do. If he were being honest with himself he knew that walking away from Delilah wouldn’t help him forget about her, or the fact he had been trying almost desperately to purge her from his thoughts. Whatever it was about her was not something he could just push off as being hard up for her pussy. In fact, taking her pussy had made him feel this proprietary need for her, and just the thought of any other asshole sticking their dick in what was his had him damn near homicidal. He wanted Delilah, and for more than this one night. It may not have been what he wanted in life, or what he thought he needed, but thinking about riding without her on the back of his bike was uncomfortable in a way he had never felt before. What had started four years ago with one look of pain on her face had slowly grew inside of him, worked its way into his once cold and hardened heart, and came to an explosive ending when he had claimed her. And Torque had claimed the shit out of her. They needed to talk, and Torque needed to find out where Delilah saw this going. Because Torque sure as hell didn’t want to walk away, even if the club brothers beat the shit out of him for touching what was off-limits.
Chapter Five
Delilah grabbed her shirt and bra off the floor and quickly put them on. Her panties were torn in half and useless, but she picked them up regardless because no way in hell was she leaving these lying around. When she found her pants she was in the process of pulling them up when the bedroom door was pushed open. The light from the hallway had the front half of the person shrouded in darkness, but Delilah didn’t need to see the face to know it was Pinkie standing in the doorway.
“Well what do we have here?” A few seconds later the sound of heavy boots coming down the hallway preceded the big form of her father stepping up behind the bitch. “Brack, baby, looks like this room is taken. We’ll have to fuck somewhere else.”
Pinkie grinned and Delilah narrowed her eyes. That bitch. Her father pushed the Cherry out of the way and flicked on the light. Just standing there her dad was a scary-looking guy, but when he was pissed people better clear out of his path because shit was about to hit the fan. And that anger he kept a tight rein on morphed his face as he looked her up and down. He turned his attention to the bed, which had the appearance of just being fucked in. It was only a second that had passed before he snapped his eyes to the bathroom where running water could be heard. She could see the way his entire body tensed, saw him tighten his hands into fists, and heard as he cracked his knuckles.
“What the fuck is going on here, Delilah?” Her father turned his head to her direction and pierced her with the same blue eyes she saw every day when she looked in the mirror.
“It’s, uh…” God, how in the hell was she going to explain this? It was bad enough that her dad had come to this room so he could fuck the club slut, but even worse that he caught her in her after-sex state. Delilah supposed it was better than Brack walking in on her actually doing it. Her heart thundered and she slowly shook her head. She had no clue how to proceed. It was stupid of her to
Letting his head hang between his shoulders he thought for several minutes on what in the hell he was going to do. If he were being honest with himself he knew that walking away from Delilah wouldn’t help him forget about her, or the fact he had been trying almost desperately to purge her from his thoughts. Whatever it was about her was not something he could just push off as being hard up for her pussy. In fact, taking her pussy had made him feel this proprietary need for her, and just the thought of any other asshole sticking their dick in what was his had him damn near homicidal. He wanted Delilah, and for more than this one night. It may not have been what he wanted in life, or what he thought he needed, but thinking about riding without her on the back of his bike was uncomfortable in a way he had never felt before. What had started four years ago with one look of pain on her face had slowly grew inside of him, worked its way into his once cold and hardened heart, and came to an explosive ending when he had claimed her. And Torque had claimed the shit out of her. They needed to talk, and Torque needed to find out where Delilah saw this going. Because Torque sure as hell didn’t want to walk away, even if the club brothers beat the shit out of him for touching what was off-limits.
Chapter Five
Delilah grabbed her shirt and bra off the floor and quickly put them on. Her panties were torn in half and useless, but she picked them up regardless because no way in hell was she leaving these lying around. When she found her pants she was in the process of pulling them up when the bedroom door was pushed open. The light from the hallway had the front half of the person shrouded in darkness, but Delilah didn’t need to see the face to know it was Pinkie standing in the doorway.
“Well what do we have here?” A few seconds later the sound of heavy boots coming down the hallway preceded the big form of her father stepping up behind the bitch. “Brack, baby, looks like this room is taken. We’ll have to fuck somewhere else.”
Pinkie grinned and Delilah narrowed her eyes. That bitch. Her father pushed the Cherry out of the way and flicked on the light. Just standing there her dad was a scary-looking guy, but when he was pissed people better clear out of his path because shit was about to hit the fan. And that anger he kept a tight rein on morphed his face as he looked her up and down. He turned his attention to the bed, which had the appearance of just being fucked in. It was only a second that had passed before he snapped his eyes to the bathroom where running water could be heard. She could see the way his entire body tensed, saw him tighten his hands into fists, and heard as he cracked his knuckles.
“What the fuck is going on here, Delilah?” Her father turned his head to her direction and pierced her with the same blue eyes she saw every day when she looked in the mirror.
“It’s, uh…” God, how in the hell was she going to explain this? It was bad enough that her dad had come to this room so he could fuck the club slut, but even worse that he caught her in her after-sex state. Delilah supposed it was better than Brack walking in on her actually doing it. Her heart thundered and she slowly shook her head. She had no clue how to proceed. It was stupid of her to
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