Page 18 of Ranger's Secret

My fingers circle her clit, and she cries out, her hands gripping my shoulders. She's so responsive, so perfect, grinding against my hand. We're past the point of no return now. No going back. Delaney Holt is mine, and she's finally going to admit it.

"This is mine," I say against her throat, my fingers working her slick heat. "This pussy belongs to me. Say it."

She whimpers, her hips grinding against my hand desperately. "I can't."

"You can and you will." I slide two fingers deep inside her, feeling her clench around me. "You've been keeping what's mine from me for too long, kitten."

Her head falls back against the wall, a broken moan escaping her lips. "Jagger, please."

"Please what? Please make you come? Please fuck you the way you've been dreaming about?" My thumb presses her clit with just enough pressure to make her shake. "Tell me this is mine and I'll give you everything you want."

She's trembling now, on the edge. "It's yours," she gasps. "Fuck, it's yours."

"That's my good little kitten," I say, my fingers moving faster. "You're mine. All of you."

Her breathing turns to desperate little pants as her cunt tightens around my hand.

"Come for me," I command. "Come on my fingers like the good little kitten you are."

Her mouth falls open in a silent cry, and I can feel her starting to shatter.

Then her phone rings, cutting through the moment. Not just any ringtone. A specific song. Taylor Swift's voice filling the small space.

She freezes in my arms, her eyes going wide with panic.

"Ignore it," I tell her, my mouth moving to her neck, trying to pull her back into the moment. "Whatever it is can wait."

But she's already pulling away, reaching for the phone in her pocket. The name on the screen makes my stomach drop.

Maya.

"No. No. We can’t do this," she says, her voice shaky.

I catch her wrist, holding her gaze. "Yes, we can. This is you and me. We'll deal with everything else later."

The phone keeps ringing, Maya's contact photo smiling up at us from the screen. Delaney looks between me and the phone.

"I can't," she whispers, and I can see the guilt flooding back in, washing away everything we just shared. "I can't do this to her."

She pulls free from my grip, zipping her jeans, grabbing her sweater from the floor and clutching it to her chest like armor.

"Don't leave," I say.

But she's already dressed and at the door, disappearing into the night.

Fuck.

She's running again.

And this time, I'm not sure I can catch her.

5

DELANEY

The week crawls by like a wounded animal.

I should feel relieved. Jagger has backed off completely. He's been nothing but coldly professional, treating me exactly like every other volunteer.

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