Finding Delaware (State of Us #1)

by Bree Wiley

He opens his mouth, dark eyes flashing in what I’m sure is anger before they zero in on something near my neck. His fingers pull down the collar of my shirt. “Who the hell did this?” he demands, brushing a knuckle along my collarbone. I already know he’s seeing the bruises my dad left when he held me in place on Thanksgiving, drunkenly screaming in my face for burning the food he’d forced me to make. With everything happening, Huck must have missed them last night in the pool. Clearing my throat, I shrug as nonchalantly as I can. “Matty. The other day, he was excited about something and grabbed me a little too hard. No big deal.” The lie burns, but it flows off my tongue so smoothly. I’ve perfected this art over the years, though Huckslee is usually the one I’m blaming. His nostrils flare as he looks at the bruises, pupils dilating in what I can only describe as pure rage. His jaw ticks at the corners, and for some reason, it looks like he’s really fucking bothered by it. “Hey,” I reach up, pressing my thumb into the crease between his brows, “it’s fine. It was an accident. Matt’s a big doofus who doesn’t know his own strength.” It’s honestly the truth. As a kid, he got so excited about holding a baby duck that he accidentally squished it. His sister made me promise never to tell. Huck is quiet for a moment before he leans down, closing the distance between us as he touches his lips to my collarbone and fuck. My barely deflated cock swells to life. “I don’t like seeing som...