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Delilah

After we left the bench outside of the ice cream parlor and Rocky drove me back home, I was still an emotional mess.

Although I had stopped crying, which I considered a win, I couldn't stop replaying his intimate words in my head. He said them so casually, like he was speaking with about the weather. It made me so happy that the closed off man was opening up with me, but we still had a long ways to go.

Soon after, Rocky parked outside of my house, and he walked over to my side of the car, opening my door. I picked up my heels that I discarded on the floorboard, but when I made a move to stand up, Rocky took my foot in a very gentle hold.

He bent down on his haunches, placing my foot back in my shoe, and even buckled them back around my ankle. He gave my other foot the same treatment, and took my hand and helped me stand out of the car.

"Next friday," he began, not letting go of my hand, "I have a meeting at Blues."

Blues was a nightclub that I knew laundered money for most of the families. I had never been, but my father occasionally had business there so I knew what it was.

"Okay?" I laughed, and he was staring intently at my face waiting for me to respond, "You want me to go with you." I clarified, moving my fingers

up to finger one of the buttons on his shirt.

I was getting better at reading between the lines and using my context clues to guess what Rocky was nonverbally telling me.

I thought his quietness would make me irritated with him, but the more time I spent with him, the more I didn't really mind. It was like when he finally did speak, he gathered the attention of everyone around. It was almost calming in a way, if that even made sense.

"Mhm." He confirmed, rubbing the pad of his thumb over the back of my hand.

"I'd love too." I told him, and watched him reach in his back pocket. I was confused for a moment, but then he handed me a metal card, "Here."

"What's this for?" I asked.

"A dress." He told me, and I cracked a smile, "Oh, you don't like the dresses I wear now?" I teased, and he squeezed my hand, "You deserve something nice."

look at him, once again being a little softie.

"You don't have to." I told him, "I have things to wear." I reminded him, and he started to get grouchy, so I took the card, and did something that suprised him.

I leaned up and planted a little kiss on his cheek.

Once I pulled away and I saw his unreadable face, I realized that I didn't ask him if I was able to do that, and I felt terrible. Who was I to give an unconsensual kiss?

But after a second, he brought his hand up, gently connecting it my face and pulled me closer. He ran his lips against mine, teasing me slightly. After a second, he spoke up, "This okay?"

He asked, and my pulse thrashed in my throat. I feel like I started something I couldn't finish.

I tilted my head up, and his nose ran along mine. I swallowed thickly, and spoke softly, "I've never kissed anyone before." I admitted, and felt as his lips turned up at my words.

"Good."

He used his strong hand to pull my mouth to his, and gave me a sweet kiss. It didn't last very long, but I couldn't help the smile that formed after he gave me a chaste second and third one after he already pulled away.

I felt his lip curve against mine, "Tastes like peanut butter." He informed me, and I laughed, "I'm sure I do. I just drank thirty ounces of it." I giggled.

"Goodnight, my Lilah girl." He whispered so lowly I almost missed it, and added on another chaste kiss. I gave his giant hand a squeeze in return, "Goodnight Rocky."

-

Despite my attempts at persuading myself to not
use Rocky's credit card, I lost all self control.

My downfall began when Reese and I found a ritzy boutique. In there, we searched for dresses that was suitable for me to wear to a nightclub.

At first, I convinced myself I was only at the small shop to look around. But then, I noticed a beautiful dress that I needed to own, and found myself pulling out the credit card Rocky had given me.

I genuinely toyed around with the idea of buying a dress at his expense. At first, I had decided that I would just give the card back and decline his gesture.

But then the terrible part of me decided to just buy it, because when will I ever get this chance again? Besides, I wasn't worried about a couple hundred dollar dress. If Rocky didn't have the money, he wouldn't have offered.

So after much contemplation, I ended up buying the beautiful article of clothing. It was something I found both appropriate enough to go to a club in, while also keeping my buns concealed.

It was shorter than anything I'd worn before, but I wanted to look nice for myself. And if Rocky thought it looked nice too, I'd consider it a win.

I also didn't feel as bad about using his credit card, because Rocky and I had been talking and texting each other all week. Every night he would call when I was in bed to make sure I was okay, and would ask me about my day. I would tell him my daily rant, and when I tried to ask about his, it wouldn't go as well.

Some nights he would actually give me tidbits of his day, while others, he informed me I didn't need to hear what had happened.

But I trusted him to tell me what I needed to know, which is why I was meeting him at a nightclub I'd never been too. I was walking through the club with Reese by my side. I knew Rocky was in the vip section, but I wasn't sure where it was located.

We searched for a minute, and saw a set of bouncers blocking a nearby stairwell. I figured if that weren't the vip, I could ask the men where it was located. I walked closer, and saw the burly man look down at me, "No entry." He spat out, and I furrowed my brows, "Oh, I'm Delilah. I'm here for Rocky." I told the man and he scoffed, "I said no entry. Now move before I make you."

Reese stepped up beside me, "You're gonna have some missing teeth if you speak to her like that again." He warned, and I groaned, not wanting an argument, "Reese."

"What? This big ogre isn't listening to-"

The man interrupted Reese, and they started talking over each other like children. I heard name calling being brought up, and I started to scold the bouncer along with Reese who was dishing it out as fast as the man gave it. We all three argued on top of each other for a good thirty seconds, until we heard a deep voice interrupt us, "What the fuck is going on?"

We all three started talking at the same time once again. The bouncer went to apologize, Reese went to chastise the bouncer, and I went to explain the situation.

Rocky looked irradiated out of his mind, and he looked right at me, "Lilah, explain."

"We were just trying to get through, and the bouncer told us no."

I left out the part when the man said he would forcibly move me, because I was trying to have a nice night, not spill unnecessary blood.

Rocky looked at the bouncer ready to murder, and his face fell, "I'm very sorry sir, I-I can't apologize enough." He stuttered, and Rocky shook his head, while his jaw clenched,

The bouncer moved aside with a nod, and Rocky held his hand out for me, "C'mon." He pulled me toward him, and when Rocky wasn't looking, Reese flipped him off with both hands.

When we got to the top of the vip lounge, I gave it a once over. It was a pretty spacious area, lit with different multicolored lights. It also had large red couches that were filled with people, and a busy bar in the corner of the room.

Rocky placed his hand in the small of my back, and urged me forward. He walked us to a black couch in the back of the room that was more private than the others, and took a seat next to a few guys. I went to sit next to him, but before I could, he pulled me onto his thigh. I made myself comfortable on him, as he tucked a piece of hair behind my ear, "You're okay?"

I nodded with a smile, as I felt a blush on my face. He kept his hand wrapped around me, and I looked at the guys surrounding us.

A man with tanned skin, and black curly hair was the only one to speak. He greeted Reese and I, "Hello. I'm guessing Lilah and Reese?" The man pointed between us, and I went to respond back, but Rocky spoke before I could, "Delilah." He corrected.

"Duke." He tossed back as he smirked at Rocky's correction, and gave me a wink. He then turned to Reese who was sitting to my left, "Reese, right?"

"Yeah. Nice to meet you." He smiled back. I began to tune into Reese and Duke's conversation, but once they started talking about Reese's' brother, I turned my attention back to Rocky.

I felt him hold tighter around my waist, and I remembered the card he lent me in Reese's pocket. I began pull it out, "Before I forget." I told him, and he shook his head, "Keep it."

I have gave him a look, "No, Rocky I couldn't-"

He interrupted my sentence by placing the card back onto my hand. I went to argue further, but a familiar name caught my attention, "Cole got a huge demotion. Don's got him doing the grunt work again." The men around us chuckled.

"I know his panties are in a fuckin' wad. He just got off cleaning duty, and fucker already got his dumbass in trouble." A man sitting next to Duke spoke, and it made me wonder where I've heard that name before.

But when Rocky tensed from underneath me, it hit me. I moved my mouth closer to his ear as a steady smile graced my face, "You demoted your own brother because he grabbed my thigh." I stated with a chuckle.

He looked like he wasn't going to answer, but gave a swift nod of his head confirming. I reached out and placed my hand on his cheek furthest away from me, and pulled him closer to my lips. I planted a soft kiss on his cheek, and whispered, "Thank you."

I could actually feel my heart palpitate in my chest. I sat on his lap a while longer, and Rocky eventually told the men around us fuck off so we could talk in peace.

I began telling him about my day, and the homework I had done earlier. He was intently listening to me, but I got sidetracked when a very pretty waitress stopped at the section we were in.

Duke ordered two drinks, one for him and a second for Reese.

I studied the men for a moment, and realized that Reese had moved across the room to talk with Duke. Their thighs were touching, and they looked awfully smitten. I smiled smugly at the guys, and felt Rocky's gaze on my profile. I quit being nosy, and I felt him whisper lowly in my ear, "Want a shot?"

I smiled, "Sure."

He told the waitress what I wanted, and handed her a fifty. After a second, she brought back the shot class filled with a brown liquid, and Rocky turned back to me, "Open your mouth."

I decided to not question him, and did as he asked as he placed a hand around my throat. He picked up the glass, and I thought he was going to pour it directly into my mouth, but he had other plans.

He put the shot glass up to his lips, and poured the contents into his mouth. He then brought his mouth closer to mine, and I understood immediately what he was planning to do.

Oh crap oh crap oh crap

He spit the alcohol into my mouth, and tightened his hold on my throat while instructing me swallow. I did as he asked, swallowing the liquid that had previously been in his mouth.

Once he let go of my throat, I smiled at him and connected our lips. I looked around to make sure no one had seen anything, and Reese was too busy talking with Duke to notice anything I had just done.

The vanilla side of me wanted to scold myself for doing such a dirty thing in public, but the other more intense side, felt exhilarated.

I was becoming quickly unsettled, and Rocky obviously felt my growing discomfort between my legs. I felt him get closer to my ear, and he asked, "How wet are you, hm?"

His words immediately made me shutter. I looked up at him, and once he saw how pink my was face, he tightened his grip, "Let's go, yeah?" He asked, and I nodded my head, "Okay, just let me tell Reese."

Rocky and I went over to the duo, and Reese assured me he was okay. Duke and Rocky only spoke for a few seconds as well, and I tried to gather my bearings.

"I'll call you in the morning, Delilah." Reese winked at me, and that was all the confirmation I needed as I left with Rocky.

We got into his car, and I felt electricity course between us. We were both in a trance, staring at each other, and he motioned for me to come closer, "C'mere."

I did as he asked and moved his vet to straddle his lap, as he supported almost all of my weight. We connected our mouths for the second time that night.

Our kiss was slow at first, almost unsure as we were getting used to this new sensation. I was trying to mock his gentle movements, and before I knew it, his tongue was in my mouth, lightly sucking on mine.

Our kiss grew faster, more aggressive. My fingers were tugging and pulling at his soft hair, and he moved his hands from my thighs to my ass, pushing me into him as far as I could go. In a natural response, I pushed harder down on the growing bulge in his pants.

I felt as he ran his hands ever so slightly under my dress, messing with my underwear, before pulling back down. I got sloppy with my returning kisses, as I felt him move his mouth to kiss along my neck and jaw.

"Stay with me tonight." He decided, and I pulled back with a lazy smile, gauging his reaction. He reached out and tucked a piece of hair behind my ear, and I whispered, "Okay."

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