Free Opposites Attract (The Locklaine Boys Book 2) by Jessica Prince Page B

Delilah’s face firmly at the forefront of my mind.
    In the fantasy, she bit down on that plump bottom lip of hers before moaning out my name and throwing her head back in ecstasy. My hand worked faster and faster as I got closer.
    “ Don’t stop, Rich ,” the Delilah in my mind panted as I pounded into her at the same pace I jerked off. “ So good, baby. I’m so close. God, I can feel you everywhere. ”
    I grunted as I tugged on my dick to the point of blissful pain. Once, twice, a third time and I went off, shooting across my stomach and chest as I groaned and cursed with one of the best orgasms I’d ever experienced. Just as the last tremors rocked me, I growled her name as I spent every last drop. My arm fell to the bed, every muscle in my body limp as I sucked some much needed oxygen into my lungs. My head was in such a blissed out daze, I thought I heard a soft female moan coming from the other side of the wall at the head of my bed.
    Grabbing a dirty t-shirt from the floor, I wiped myself clean and collapsed back onto my mattress. As sleep pulled me under once more, I couldn’t help but wonder what sounds my quirky little neighbor would make if I ever got the chance to get her underneath me.
    It wasn’t until the following morning that I realized I hadn’t even given another thought to the woman in the red dress.
    It seemed like Delilah Northcutt was taking up all my headspace.

 
    “PICK UP. PICK UP , pick up, pick up. Oh, thank Buddha,” I breathed once Devon answered the phone, followed by a snippy, “Where the hell are you? I thought you’d be home by now.”
    “Well, good morning to you too, bestest friend,” Devon replied sarcastically.
    “Good morning,” I snapped drily. “Now where are you?”
    I heard what sounded like carnival music from the other end of the line. What the shiitake mushrooms ?
    “Coney Island,” she said with a deep, weary sigh.
    “What? Why? You hate Coney Island. Didn’t you once tell me carney folks are one of your greatest fears?”
    “Second only to spiders,” she answered. “Believe me, I had no idea where we were going when Matt dragged my ass out of bed at the ass-crack of dawn for a surprise trip. And because you can’t see me right now, I used air quotes when I said surprise trip.”
    I tried not to smile as I said, “I got that by the way you said it. Am I right to assume your face is all screwed up in that something-smells-like-fart-in-here expression of yours?”
    “Your assumption would be correct, dearest Del.”
    Momentarily forgetting why I called in the first place, I asked, “So how in the world did you end up all the way in Brooklyn on a Saturday morning against your will?”
    “Apparently Matt got a wild hair up his ass to do something romantic — air quotes again, just FYI —and thought it would be sweet if he brought me to ride all the scary deathtraps they call rollercoasters and feed me funnel cakes and corndogs like something you’d see on a goddamned Hallmark movie during Christmas time.”
    “Oh no,” I gasped, knowing my best friend well enough to know that was something she’d hate.
    “Yeah,” she grumbled. “I’m in the seventh circle of Hell, Delilah. I’m not sure how much longer Matt’s going to last if this is the shit he thinks I like. You know me. I’m so not the hearts and flowers, holding hands while strolling along the boardwalk kind of girl. Those girls make me want to barf.”
    “Wait… funnel cake and corndogs first thing in the morning?”
    “Yeah. It was not a well thought out plan. That’s why Matt’s currently stuck in the bathroom, sitting on a toilet that’ll probably give him herpes, wishing he’d never been born.”
    I pulled the phone away from my mouth long enough to release the laugh that desperately wanted to escape. “Well, have you tried telling him you’re not that kind of girl?
    She was silent for several seconds. “No, and I’m not going to.”
    “Why not?”
    “Because guys