9: HOT

COLE

Delilah was, for lack of a better word… nuts.

This Arizona mouse had me hard to the point my balls were already sore with her subject matter. It was hard not to want to take her here and now and see just how loud I could get someone so erotic to scream. The small comments about what she liked while discussing my brother were confusing at best, and certainly had a way of giving a man blue balls.

Her hair was hardly what you’d call luscious locks, the bags under her eyes deepening with the shadows that slowly grew around us as the day turned into evening. Not to mention how her nose seemed to be slightly crooked near the tip. Or the ways her eyes squinted weirdly when she focused too hard on the vegetation as if she had never seen a leaf before.

Delilah wasn’t exactly what I’d call appealing to my eyes entirely, so it was hard to say why I was reacting so strongly. Other than the fact that she had just agreed to readily fuck me. Then walked away to talk about my brother’s likes. This girl wasn’t what we thought she was, she certainly still wasn’t what I had thought she was.

While I had dug into her background as much as I could be bothered to. Clearly, something was missing. Part of me expected something else, though now I wasn’t quite sure what it had been.

She let out a small unhappy shiver, one that sounded so close to a moan it made my cock twitch. I couldn’t help the thought of the way her body had pressed against mine on our walk towards the store. Dying to pull her into my arms again. “Are you cold?”

“A little. I didn’t exactly plan to be outside or without my stuff.”

I shrugged my leather jacket off without hesitation, throwing it over her shoulders. Liking the way she swam in it due to her smaller figure yet filled it out with her sturdy frame. Enhancing her curves in a way that was threatening to make me have to adjust once again.

Despite the conversation about my brother’s likes in bed, sexual frustration was a large issue with this woman. I thought the conversation would have turned me off. Even made me a little repulsed when she began to hum or make comments about how she also enjoyed oral play. It was hard to say what all Seth truly liked, but I had a vague idea since our interests were pretty similarly aligned from the little we had talked or had to discuss before sharing Jewel.

Delilah was a master at mixing business with pleasure. Something that I already had intended on doing if she hadn’t beaten me to the punch, somehow entrapping me in her web instead. I doubted I would have to pay her, but the attempts to make my brother happy would certainly bring me brownie points. Hoping to conquer her for a night before my brother scared her off with his poor romantic life of attracting the wrong woman.

There wasn’t any losing in the situation in my opinion.

As we arrived back at the auto shop my brother came out, keys in hand as if he intended to lock up with what I presumed to be her purse in his hand. It was black and simple, large enough to carry papers flat without crushing them. As well as so many pockets it was close to tactical gear.

~How unclassy. He couldn’t have waited? Was he planning to track her down?~ My distaste showing clear on my face. Eyes looking down at her bag and back at him. As if trying to give him a message, one he returned with snark.

“Oh—my brother decided to show up after all.”

“Been here a while little bro.” I replied with a grin, knowing he hated the endearing term.

“Clearly.” He replied, throwing a sideways glance at Delilah before turning to lock the door with a heavy sigh. One that seemed to cut right through me. Realizing very quickly we had once again, had the same tastes in women.

Part of me felt guilty, but part of me also had the reassurance of what had just happened on our walk. Delilah was not about to be an issue between us. Unlike all the times before, I had claimed her first—technically. Even if he had had the crush first.

Plus, any pain brought on by relations between me and her would be temporary. There wasn’t anything to worry about.

Yet.

I still felt the need to explain myself, realizing my clothing was already on her body and how badly that must have hurt. “She was cold.”

Seth gave me a curt nod as he turned back, eyeing Delilah as he flipped his keys around his fingers. Giving her a soft smile as if all was forgotten. “Are you hungry? I guess I didn’t think about our guests' needs. I’ve been a little wrapped up in my work and didn’t prepare myself to be a better host. I’m sorry, Delilah.”

“It’s alright, it was fun seeing you work. I’ve never seen anyone work on a vehicle before and you moved smoothly like you’ve been doing it for years. Has it always been a hobby?” She asked brightly, her tone warm.

I wondered if she was asking out of business, or if she wanted to get to know him on a personal level. Her tone was full of affection. Bothered that it irked me at all before reminding myself I wasn’t the jealous type.

“Yeah, Cole got me into it back when he was street racing.”

She looked a little taken aback, pulling me out of my crap attitude as I grinned. The memories of the burning rubber and half-naked girls, as well as the sick adrenaline rush that came with the speed. “That’s only because I needed a good mechanic. I couldn’t afford to replace all the parts if my bike broke down and I couldn’t win races because of it. Then it got even more expensive with the cars when you forced me to swap. It was honestly the only option considering how handy you are.”

Her eyebrows were raised as her head whipped between the both of us, as if something dawned on her. “Did Seth create the design for the razor?”

Just like that, I was suddenly chopped liver again. ~What the fuck~. “No comment.”

Seth and her laughed, my lips twisting in annoyance.

As usual, Seth threw me a small bone, knowing my pride might be wounded just at the idea that the design had been all him. “To be honest it was a little bit of both of us and trying to find a good manufacturer for the blades. In the end, to make a superior edge it was Cole who convinced us to become our own supplier.”

Delilah looked impressed, making me smile at his candor. “I have a knack for business ventures, I’m just not a very good face for them. I also really hate suits.” The humble brag hopefully sounds smart.

Seth pointed towards the back of the store where his Jeep was waiting, telling me to lead the way. Something I was all too keen to follow through on so Delilah didn’t get any colder with the rapidly setting sun while we chatted. “It’s true, he stopped going to the investor meetings he could afford to avoid and keeps sending me instead. I don’t sound half as smart, but he generally sends me some decent cue cards. We drew the line at a microphone in the ear though.”

Delilah laughed, covering her mouth as she pictured us attempting to get through a meeting with me feeding him lines. “Oh my god, that’s like something out of a movie.”

“It’s honestly nothing like the movies either. I looked like an idiot with a hearing aid and the few times I had to question Cole to figure out what he had said and I thought they hadn’t noticed…” Seth shook his head with a very disparaging look.

I opened the passenger seat to Seth’s four-door, offering her a hand to climb in. “He bombed the whole meeting. We lost a fifty-five thousand dollar investment.” Letting that little fact sink into her features. Not even a little disappointed at her reaction. Her jaw dropped, the amount of money likely an obscene amount in her eyes as she climbed in. I took a moment to enjoy the shape of her ass, doing my best to keep my hands off.

Knowing that the moment I got her alone, a polite conversation would be far down the list of things we did together.

“It opened the way for a better deal, and Cole managed to wear a suit to that one. It was a good thing.”

“Says you, we would have been on our feet so much faster if we had gone with the Chows.” I refuted, though he was likely right. The German company we had gone with for our original supplier instead of a Chinese company would have backed out being that green and that much of a risky investment. A company that now that we were well established with, gave us rates we couldn’t get anywhere else.

“You never said if you were hungry. Are you hungry?” Seth asked again after firing up the Jeep. Much to my disappointment as I shut the door to climb into the back seat—Delilah had clearly said yes. Already stating she would eat just about anything and wasn’t in the mood for anything in particular.

Trying to be unburdenful, yet also a pain in the ass for sweet guys like Seth that would try to think of her first over himself. “Let’s head to Benneti’s, it’s around the corner from home. We can share a bottle of wine and talk about what your bosses want in this article.” I quickly interjected, not wanting to drive around or end up somewhere no one liked.

“That’s a great idea, they have amazing food. What do you think, Delilah?”

“Sure, I love Italian. I also want to hear what you guys want in the article so I can make sure you’ll like it after going to all this trouble for my news team. I know a family is gathering this weekend? Is that right? Do you want them or any statements about them in the article?”

“More work, barely any family. See, family is who you surround yourself with and—” Seth was already on his tangent about how the employees were his family as well as the positive influences and connections we had grown to know that were also friends. He could talk about this for hours.

We didn’t talk to most of our immediate family anymore—for good reason. Usually, when they showed up, it was to ask for more money. Needless to say, it wasn’t the type of dynamic we wanted. It would have at least made me a little less angry if they had put forth effort to fake enjoying us as human beings.

~At least a dinner with her and my brother might make her more comfortable later when I strip her down in the guest room and take her from behind. My hands gripping that luscious ass I saw earlier and see it juggle with each thrust. Hearing her moan my name.~

~All in due time.~