Fractured Freedom(35)

“Alright. Good.” I heard his breath of relief over the phone. “I’m happy you’re looking out for her. She’s more of a kid sister than Izzy, you know? And Izzy needs to be in jail long enough to realize the consequences of her actions.”

“Izzy’s probably just going through a rough time.” God, they gave her hell, and she took the beatings in stride because she wanted this mission to play out.

“You always had a soft spot for her, Dante. Probably too soft.”

“Fuck you,” I grumbled. Dom was way too protective of both his sisters, and I’d already gotten one fist to the face after taking Izzy on a date.

“We can’t keep giving her passes. She got Lilah locked up this time.” I heard him sigh, and the turmoil in his voice was palpable.

I ignored it, though. My job was to ignore the pain and trek forward at any cost. “Delilah’s fine.”

“How long you there for? I’m going to fly down in a few weeks. Mom and Dad are working on bail money for Izzy but are researching rehab facilities first. I think she needs time there.”

I winced at that, but it was what Izzy and I were banking on. She would build her name in prison, dig out more intel on the drugs being smuggled, and then we’d find enough evidence on the boats Cade was watching to hopefully bust a cruise ship or two.

“I’ll be here.”

“So, you and Lilah are good?” He asked the last question with a bit more caution. Izzy was one thing—I’d gotten a fist for that. I’d get him trying to kill me for Delilah.

With Delilah, no one was good enough.

“We’re fine, man.”

“Nothing going on there?” His voice was low like he wasn’t sure he should have asked the question.

“What the hell does that mean?” I didn’t have a right to be offended, but I still was.

“I got to ask. I know she’s like family to you too, but she’s still my little sister.”

“What if there was?”

Silence stretched over the line before he ground out, “There better not be, asshole. You might be military, but I’ll still kill you.”

“You know I’d take care of her.”

“Do I need to get on a plane right the fuck now? What the fuck are you talking about?”

I didn’t know what I was talking about. Didn’t know why I even pushed the idea. “Nothing. Nothing’s going on.” The lie slid out faster than I would have liked. Truth was, there was always something between me and Delilah, even before I slept with her. Maybe it was the fact that we all put her on a pedestal and, in the dark of the night where my thoughts ran wild, I wanted to drag her off it. Or maybe it was because she looked at me like she didn’t want to be up there in the first place. She’d been locked up there for ages, always wanting to come down and explore. For far too long, I’d ignored it. Until she took the leap down from the pedestal herself.

Now, I’d had a taste and I couldn’t seem to forget about it.

“Just keep it that way, Dante. You got a world full of women. My baby sister isn’t one of them.”

“You’re on some shit today,” I countered and then changed the subject. “Go out and have a drink. You got a world full of women too.”

That had him laughing, and his concern was forgotten.

So easily was a mind distracted. I wished I could distract my own enough to not think about the woman on the other side of the wall. She may not have known that I was just a room over, but I’d made sure I was. I needed to keep her safe.

I went on to take a shower, one that was cold enough to freeze my balls off. Didn't stop me from gripping my cock and thinking about the blush that rose up over her tits and cheeks when I’d said that her pussy might still taste as good as I remembered.

“Fuck.” I jacked my hand up and down, over and over again. I told myself she couldn’t taste as good. I was putting her on that pedestal again where no woman belonged.

Still, she’d been sweet and salty and so damn wet for me. I remembered how the smell of her sex had mixed with that coconut oil she used as lotion and that floral shampoo of hers. She still smelled the same, and it made me wonder if her pussy did too. It’d been years, but I still wanted her. If only for the pure goal of proving she wasn’t as delectable as I remembered.

Yet, as I fucked my hand harder, the head of my cock reddening as I got to the edge of reason, I pictured her dark hair and how it had grown out long in waves that curled around her curves in all the right places. How she’d gasped when I’d told her my dick was always happy in her pussy. How her lips had parted so wide that I could imagine them around my cock.

“Delilah,” I groaned as I came harder than I had in a long time. Women weren’t doing the trick the way Dom had said. Unfortunately, his baby sister was it for me.

I had all the women in the world, but the one I wanted was off-limits, and that just made me want to cross the line even more.





11





Beach Findings





Delilah





The ocean breeze blew in and mixed with the coconut oil I’d put on after talking with my mom and then showering. It reminded me of the times I would rub oil on my belly in the hopes the pregnancy stretch marks wouldn’t come.