Finding Delaware (State of Us #1)

by Bree Wiley

And I want him, too. God, I want him.

I have to stuff my knuckles into my mouth and bite down, strangled whines clawing up my throat.

“Did you seriously get the shape of Delaware tattooed on you?” “Yep.” My teeth sink into my lip as I fight a sheepish grin. “Right over my heart.”

“Did you mean what you texted earlier? Saying I’m yours?”

“Yes. That doesn’t change anything.” “It changes everything.”

Taytay: Are you a fuckin magician?

Me: Abracadabra, bitch.

“Read the last text message you received out loud.” The smile drops from his face, something peculiar crossing his features when he shifts his eyes to Xed before pulling out his cell.

Christian meets my gaze challengingly as if staking a claim, the look in his eyes saying one thing: mine. I don’t think so, motherfucker.

“I may be four years too late, Tay. But I’ve been paying attention, too. I’m just sorry it took me so long.”

“Get up here,” he rasps between kisses on my throat. “Need you.”

“A-am I doing ok?” He stammers, glancing up at me as he licks my sternum, a hint of uncertainty in his beautiful eyes.

Huckslee and Logan make a game of coming up with names for license plate numbers they spot,

me

Christian pins me beneath him while he hisses in my ear. “You’re just desperate to get dicked down.” “No fucking shit!”

“The forest has claimed me, my love. Let me be a tree. Or a weed.” My love. Fucking hell.

A bright grin spreads across his face. “Boyfriend, huh?”

“Delaware doesn’t just apply to our texts and the track, it’s our whole fucking lives. Understand?”

“Taylor, I love you. I’d be a fool not to.”

Seriously, this motherfucker is going to make my blood pressure higher than it already is.

I’m sure he’s asking what the four Japanese symbols tattooed there mean, and I hope Taylor tells him that it’s my name forever inked into his skin. I fucked his brains out after he admitted to me what they meant.

“Seriously? Can’t you two read?” He points to a neon sign hanging on the wall that reads ‘no fucking in the bathroom,’ and we share a baffled look as the bouncers walk us to the door.

“You’re so fucking cute when you’re flustered.”

“I’m just tying my shoe. What the hell are you all thinking?”

It’s in the exact same spot as mine, right over his heart. Only the outline of Delaware on him has my fucking name scrawled inside of it in elegant, curling letters.

“I don’t want to hide you,” he says softly, searching my face. “I’m going to love you loud, Taylor.”

“Really? You took me to Delaware?” “Yep. Who knew it was so close to Maryland?” “I did. We really need to get you a map, Huckslee.”

“Thank you. For bringing me here.”