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Chapter Fourteen--Patch
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Patch had her on her back before she could take a breath to steady her racing nerves. His kiss was aggressive, his hands tangled in her hair and the other at her hip, guiding her against his as he kissed her senseless. She’d never had a man bring her to orgasm before, but the determination and a sly smile on Patch's face, told her he definitely had experience in that department. A deep feeling formed in her stomach when he bit her lip and made slow kisses down her neck to the top of her shirt. “I want to make you cum like you never have before,” he whispered into the humid night air. “As badly as I want to sink into you and rock your world, I think we’ll work on that orgasm a different way.”Delaney’s mind began to swirl with ideas about how he would be able to do it when he unzipped her jean shorts and pushed them down her thighs. That is definitely a start.Patch sat back on his legs, looking down at her through a heavy-lidded gaze that made her stomach clench. Slowly, he placed h
My Brother's Roommate Chapter Sixteen-Patch
Patch sat his empty coffee mug in the sink and took a bite of the croissant Delaney made for them in the early morning. He heard her moving around all night after the trespasser situation, so he figured she started cooking as soon as the sunlight rose over the woods. There had been no one within a few hundred yards of the place, but if Delaney scared them away, they wouldn’t have been closer. Patch finished his breakfast and put on his vest. Dillon’s snores came from the living room couch, his shoes scattered alone the dining room like he lived there, which was starting to look like the case. Patch grunted, grabbed his keys and headed out of the door. It was his shift at the garage and Daz mentioned Patch filling in for Lonney on a run later that day. He’d made a pact with the club, and doing runs was not part of his job description. Patch hopped on his bike and started the engine, noticing the blind in the kitchen move quickly
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"You want to sneak into his house, Patch?" Delaney asked, bewilderment on her face. "Seriously? I was just joking earlier when I said that," she whispered, looking over her shoulder to make sure neither her brother or Dillon were near.Patch leaned against the kitchen table across from her, his palms face down, and his eyes serious. "Yes, he is hiding something. What would he want in my room, Delaney?"She shrugged, while grabbing more baked beans from the stove, and a bottle of steak sauce for the boys. "I don't know. Are you sure you didn't leave your door opened."Patch stood up, and wiped his palm down his face. "I'm sure, Delaney. The bastard is up to something."She glanced out of the back glass doors, noticing her brother talking to Dillon, while Dillon nursed a beer. "I mean ... he is kind of creepy, but I don't know if I want to risk breaking and entering."Patch gave her a bored look. "You broke into the clubhouse full of bikers, an
My Brother's Roommate Chapter Eighteen-Patch
Patch turned off the shower the next morning, and wrapped a towel around his waist. He swiped his palm over the fog against his bathroom mirror and slid his fingers into his hair. He'd been on edge most of the night after their encounter at Dillon's apartment. He'd expected Dillon to be into something, but not anything that would require him to carry around a duffle bag of money, which only brought the question of what was Dillon doing to have that amount of money. The South Side came to mind, because Patch didn't put it past Dillon to stoop so low as to get kids addicted to drugs. But he didn't have any proof. Though he planned to get some with Gabriel's help. Patch got dressed in the bathroom, and found his door ajar when he walked back across the hallway. Dillon wouldn't be so stupid to sneak into his room again, would he? And Patch didn't think he'd come back over so early in the morning. At first, he didn't see anything ou
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Delaney slammed the paint bucket down, ignoring the splatter of pink paint that landed on her shoe, and mumbled to herself.She couldn't believe Patch made such a big deal about her showing him job positions in the area? She knew deep down that Patch didn't want to stay with The Fallen Kings, and he was tuck, but she didn't want him to feel that way.Maybe just, breaking it off while Daz was dealing with The South Side, would work? Delaney didn't know much about any of them, but she knew Patch, and didn't deserve to be stuck there because of his mother."Everything okay over there?" Katy asked from the opposite side of the shop, paint smeared to her face, and splattered along her clothes.Delaney gave her a heavy groan in reply.Katy chuckled, and climbed down the ladder, wiping her hands on her overalls. "Okay, friend," she said, pulling over an empty paint bucket, flipped them upside down and patted the empty one. "C
My Brother's Roommate Chapter Twenty- Patch
Gabriel pulled down the bay garage doors, and took one last drag of his cigarette, before putting it out on the bottom of his boot. They'd been busier than Patch imagined they would be, but was thankful since it kept his mind busy.He didn't need too much time to think about Delaney, or Dillon, because it made him tense without anyway of releasing it."So," Gab said, grabbing his keys. "I need to stop by the bakery and see Joey for a minute, but I'm down for scoping out your little weasel friend."Patch chuckled, grabbing the rim of his hat, he turned it around backward, and dug his motorcycle keys from his jeans. "You're still seeing Joey? I would have thought she would have realized what an ass you were by now."Gab laughed, pushing opened the front door to the lobby, and holding it opened. "Ah, she knows it, but she likes it."Patch walked over to his bike, stopping when Gab stopped him. "You've been distant with the club lately," he
My Brother's Roommate Chapter Twenty-One-Delaney
Delaney nonchalantly chugged back the bottle of water in her hand, trying her best to seem uninterested in Dillon's problems, and distract him from the lie on her face. She wasn't the best liar, everyone knew, it wasn't a secret.However, something about the glint in his eye, told her that he suspected she knew something about it. Maybe it was just a guilty conscience, or maybe, just maybe, Dillon was onto Patch and Delaney's suspicion."Oh, no. That sucks," she said. "Did they take anything?"Dillon sat down at the kitchen table, spinning what looked like a pocket watch, around in a circle against the wood. "No, they didn't."Delaney tossed the bottle into the trash. "Then how do you know someone was in your place?"Dillon glanced up, his dark eyes almost smiling and a half-grin on his mouth. "Things were out of order. Not how I left them."Delaney didn't think they'd touched anything, other than the bag of money, and she didn't
My Brother's Roommate Chapter Twenty-Two-Patch
Patch grabbed a plate, loaded it with Chinese food, and found his spot on the loveseat in the corner. He stretched his legs far, staring at the scuffs of his motorcycle boots, and trying to keep his temper from rising.Patch figured Dillon knew about Delaney's crush, it was evident at the beginning of her stay, but he didn't realize Dillon knew about the two of them. Why hadn't he told Lucas? That was his supposed best friend? It didn't make sense, unless he wanted to black mail him in the future.Dillon plopped down across the room, his sketchy gaze lingered on Patch as he took a bite of his egg roll and properly sat his ankle against his knee and began to eat.Something about the entire situation rubbed him the wrong way, and it wasn't just the evident threat, or the duffle bag full of cash, Dillon hid something else, but Patch couldn't put his finger on it.Lucas sat down with his plate, and turned on some sports game, his atten
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My Brother's Roommate Chapter Fifty-Two-Delaney
The sound of Delaney's car door slamming behind her, and peace the front seat of her car brought, made her smile. She'd spent most of the day studying in-between her grad school classes, before she needed to get home to whip up something for dinner. She'd spent the majority of the semester, trying her hardest to get the last few months out of her brain. Well, the bad parts of it at least. Those months brought her back into Patch Larson's sight. The mention of his name still gave her goosebumps. After his shoulder healed, and she made arrangement for grad school in Florida, they moved. Witout second thought, they gatered their things and moved. No more small town drama. No more of her father's problems, not that he hadn't tried to reach out by phone, and write Lucas wanting her to stop by. Maybe one day she could stop by, but at the moment, she didn't want to hear his lies or excuses. Having to go back for the trial would be enough for her. She hated that Patch had to relive a
My Brother's Roommate Chapter Fifty One-Patch
The searing pain in Patch’s shoulder throbbed in sync with his heartbeat. He’d never been shot before, and he realized quickly he was glad for it. Delaney's voice wavered in and out of his hearing, her soft touches seemed light years away. Patch didn’t even realize the EMTs had arrived until they lugged him up and onto the gurney. They lifted him with a struggle up the spiral staircase as he heard the police reading Delaney's father his rights. He knew everything would be cleared now. The police had no choice but to drop their case against Patch and his mother. They figured it out. They knew who was behind the killings, and The South Side. Most likely other killings as well. Maybe they could settle solve other murders or mysteries now that he was caught. But Patch knew that the struggle wasn’t completely over. His best friend and his girlfriend just found out that their father was a murderer. A serial killer. A man they didn’t know him to be. The hurt in Delaney's voice and her
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The shade of white on Delaney's face grew more pale by the second. Something traveled over her features, and realization settled there. She didn't even budge when the mug shattered to pieces at her feet. "What do you mean?" Patch asked after everyone became quiet. "You remember the mug? Couldn't it have come from your house--," She shook her head. "No. I vividly remember the mug and the cabin," she said, leaning against the island, she palmed her head in confusion. "I was around eight or so. We'd gone somewhere, and after dinner I was so sleepy, I fell asleep in the backseat. Dad must have thought I was out of it, and left me in the car while it was running," she whispered, her gaze traveling some place far off. "I stumbled out of the car, and into the cabin. I'd never been there before, it was old, and smelled like grandma's house. I remember feeling thirsty, so I poured myself a glass of water with a mug from the cabinet. I grabbed that mug," she said softly. "I yelled for Dad, an
My Brother's Roommate Chapter Forty-Nine-Delaney
Her entire body felt numb. A soul crushing numbness that began to eat at her insides, and travel through her veins like a virus, meant to kill her. My dad? Daddy? None of it made sense. How could her own dad be behind any of this? He’d taught her how to ride a bike, how to tie her shoe, and drive. His soft smile always put Delaney at ease. And to know that he was someone else’s fear. That he tortured Katy. He potentially killed Patch’s mother, and was behind The South Side? Why? Nothing made sense. She tried to put everything together, but nothing fit. It was a jigsaw puzzle with no matching pieces, that she didn’t know if it would ever come together. Her father’s eyes looked so lifeless when she stared into them. Tears coated her cheeks, and her bottom lip trembled. When Patch sprung into action, none of it registered. She stood like statue, waiting to wake up from her dream, but it didn’t happen. She didn’t even remember locking the door, or Gabriel getting arrested. It was
My Brother's Roommate Chapter Forty-Eight--Patch
"I don't know why you're freaking out right now," Lucas said, swerving onto the main highway taking them to his dad's house. "My dad is not behind this. You think he kidnapped my girlfriend, too? Come off it, Patch. That's ridiculous." Patch knew how it sounded to Lucas, how it sounded to himself. He didn't want to accuse Mr. Summers of anything. He'd taken him in on so many occasions, that he didn't want to think he'd be behind this. But Patch's gut told him to get back to Delaney. "Are you even listening?" Lucas said louder this time. Patch glanced over at him, and he looked worried—irate—but worried. Maybe worried Patch was right. "I’m listening," Patch said, shoving his fingers into his hair. "I maybe wrong, but I have a feeling." Lucas sighed heavily. "There is something that I need to tell you," he said. "What is it?" "Dad … he. Our mother didn't die in a car accident, Patch. Someone broke into our house when we were small, and … killed her. We told Delaney she died fr
My Brother's Roommate Chapter Forty-Seven-Delaney
"I'll give Beth one thing. She picks the best snacks," Delaney said, tossing a bag of chocolate covered raisins and white chocolate popcorn at Joey on the couch. "Hmm. Yum," Joey said, opening the Zip-Lock bag. Delaney opened the cabinet where the wine normally was, and noticed it was empty. "No wine. Boo," she said, making her way toward the couch. "All of my lame teenage rom-coms are in my bedroom. Want to see how awesome I was in high school?" Joey laughed, and walked with her up the stairs. They passed Patch's room, and Joey jabbed her thumb across the hallway. "Guest room?" Delaney opened her room. "Sort of. Patch would stay there when he spent the night." "He didn't stay with Lucas?" Delaney sat down in front of her DVD case. "Well, he would stay over when his mother was strung out for weeks at a time. It was kind of his permanent room here." Joey plopped down beside her. "No wonder you have a thing for him," she said, shoving her shoulder into his. "Did you spy on him?"
My Brother's Roommate Chapter Forty-Six-Patch
Delaney pulled her hair to the side and braided it down her shoulder. Patch watched from the doorway, his gaze longing on her for as long as he could before it was time to go. They'd spent the day together, with Lucas and Joey, plotting their plan for the evening. Everything about the night made Patch uncomfortable. He never knew what the next day held, but he didn't like walking into the lion's den. He knew Gabriel was in on something bad, and it involved other people, but he didn't know who those people were. They could be cold, and heartless, put a bullet in his head without a second thought. Delaney's gaze shifted to Patch's in the mirror where she fixed her hair. Something about the day felt heavy, and cold, which made his stomach tie into a knot. "What are you thinking about over there?" she asked, turning to face him. "You look lost in thought." She wore a simple T-shirt, that showed the curve of her ample breasts, and a pair of jean shorts that highlighted the womanly
My Brother's Roommate Chapter Forty-Five-Delaney
Delaney washed the conditioner from her hair, and ran her fingers through the length. She'd left the boys to watch over Joey, because she couldn’t look at her any longer. When she arrived at Gabriel's house with Lucas, her nerves were all over the place, but nothing compared to the feeling she had of seeing her for the first time. Her eyes looked sunken in and black, her cheeks bruised and boney. She looked like a walking skeleton. Delaney would never get that ghostly look out of her head. Like a She finished her shower, drying her hair and the droplets off her skin. There were a million questions that needed to be answered. Who killed Patch's mom? Where was Katy? And how was this going to work out so that Patch and Delaney could be together. She didn't know, and it hurt her to not know. The bathroom door opened, and Patch walked inside, leaning against the doorjamb, his arms folded over his body. He'd lost his shirt, and only wore a low-slung pair of pants. "You okay?"Delaney s
My Brother's Roommate Chapter Forty-Four-Patch
Patch pushed out the kickstand of his bike, and took a long look at the progress made on the clubhouse. The other member's bikes lined the place where the parking lot once sat, and the members stood in the foundation of the new clubhouse. Patch pulled out a cigarette, trying his best to calm his nerves before joining them. There was an energy in the air that he didn't like, and it made him check his phone again for a text or call from Lucas or Delaney. He felt better knowing that Lucas was with her, and that Joey would be safe soon enough. Daz stood in the middle of the group of members, smiling like a lunatic, and hyping everyone up. Patch didn't know what his agenda was, but he would find out soon enough. Patch: Text me when you get to the Airbnb. He shoved his phone into his jeans pocket, and walked up the wooden stairs and onto the platform of the new clubhouse. Some of the members he hadn't seen in over a month, or since the clubhouse was burned, and he didn't feel bad ab
