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“You don’t have to.”
“I want to.”
He releases himself, and I wrap my fingers around his silkiness. I lean forward, my tongue darts out, and I lick the opening on his head. His cock jumps, and Thorn groans. Swirling my tongue around, I lick the underside before engulfing him in my mouth. I bob my head up and down on his shaft, sucking him in deeper and deeper until he hits the back of my throat.
Thorn twists my hair in his fists and pistons in and out of my mouth. I dig my nails into the back of his thighs, loving how he’s using me for his pleasure.
“Oh, fuck, Delaney,” he moans. “I’m gonna come. Want me to pull out?”
I don’t answer. Instead, I hum and pull him closer. He shoots his load down my throat, and I swallow it down greedily. I take my time licking him clean as he sags against the shower wall. Then Thorn helps me to my feet and attacks my mouth, not caring that he can taste himself.
Thorn pinches my nipple, and I groan as his other hand glides down to my pussy. His fingers work expertly, and I come hard and fast.
We finish showering, and I realize I don’t have any clothes since I spent the night in Thorn’s room. “Can I borrow something to wear?” I ask, not wanting to wear dirty clothes.
Thorn hands me a t-shirt and a pair of boxers. They're huge on me, but they’ll work until I get to my room. Once I’m dressed, the smell of coffee hits my nose, and my mouth salivates. I didn’t notice the coffee machine last night, but I’m glad I don’t have to go to the kitchen just to get a cup of caffeine.
“I love how you look in my clothes,” he says, handing me a cup of coffee.
I grin and inhale the sweet aroma before taking a sip. An idea has been forming since church, but I’ve put off bringing it up… until now.
“I have an idea on how to catch the Phantom,” I blurt out.
Thorn raises his brow. “Okay.”
“Use me for bait.”
“No.”
“Hear me out.”
“No,” he snipes.
“You’re not the fucking boss of me,” I snarl, not giving a damn that I sound childish.
Thorn’s chest heaves. “Do you know how fucking dangerous he is, how many fucking people he’s killed? It’s not safe.”
I set my mug on the table, stomp over to him, and poke my finger in his chest. “I might not know his exact number of victims, but he killed my twin. You have no fucking clue what it’s like losing the other half of yourself.”
Thorn stumbles back as if I slapped him. “This again? I lost my fucking girlfriend.” He shakes his head frantically. “It’s too fucking dangerous. I can’t go through that again.”
“I know how to take care of myself.” I cross my arms over my chest. “I’ve been taking self-defense classes for four years and know several different fighting techniques. I know what I’m doing.”
Thorn matches my stance, and the scowl on his face is replaced by a smirk. “Prove it,” he taunts.
“How?” I throw my hands up in frustration.
“Come on.” Thorn grabs his cut, slips it on, and walks toward the door.
“Where are we going?”
“To find Knuckles.”
“Why?”
“You want to prove you can take care of yourself?”
I hesitate. “Yes.”