Page 30 of Broken Prince
The guys help us get into the back of their car.
I don’t remember the ride home. I must have passed out because the next time I open my eyes, I’m in Logan’s arms.
Blinking up at him, I frown. “What are you doing?”
He looks down at me. “Sorry, you were asleep. I tried not to wake you.”
“So you're bringing me to bed?” I ask, unable to stop the smile.
He sighs, shaking his head. “Yes and no. I’m bringing you to your room and putting you on your bed. Then I’m leaving.”
“You could stay,” I counter in a playful tone. I’m playing with fire, but I’m too drunk to care.
“No. I can’t.”
“Yesss, you can. No one has to know.” I boop him on the nose.
“Siren,” he growls, the sexy tone lighting a fire in my belly. I have to swallow down a moan. Instead, I just pout.
“Fine.”
He sighs heavily as he takes me up the stairs. I close my eyes, enjoying every moment in his arms. The feeling of his strong arms and hands holding me up, makes me wish this could last a little longer.
It’s over as soon as he brings me into my room and over to my bed. “You’re a good person, Logan,” I mumble, half asleep.
“Thanks.” He grabs my feet and takes off my shoes.
“And a good dad. A really good dad. Benny is so lucky to have you.”
He pauses for a moment. “Thank you,” he says. It’s softer this time, and I smile, eyes still closed.
“You know what else you are?” I ask, trying not to giggle.
“What?” he asks, sounding amused.
“A DILF,” I state matter of factly. “A sexy daddy I’d love to fuck.”
“Delaney,” he groans.
“I hope my baby daddy is as hot as you are someday.” I sigh, rolling over onto my side.
“Don’t talk about that,” he mutters, sounding angry.
“Why?” I’m starting to drift off to sleep, the alcohol winning over.
I feel the bed dip and the brush of a hand over my forehead. I shiver as his fingers linger on my cheeks. He says his next words so low I think I must be dreaming them. “Because the thought of you with another man makes me want to tear the world apart.”
That night, I dream of Logan. Only it’s not a replay of our time together. This dream is totally a new one, so much dirtier, and has me waking in the middle of the night panting for air and wet between my thighs.
Chapter 7
Delaney
“Have you been avoiding me, Jellyfish?” Owen’s deep, husky, teasing words tickle along my neck. I gasp, jumping in surprise before I spin around, hand over my heart.
“Owen!” I whisper his name like it’s something forbidden. He gives me a cocky smirk, waiting for my answer. Licking my lips, I clear my throat and demand my beating heart to relax. “No.” I look away, but he grabs my chin lightly, bringing my attention back to him.
“Don’t lie to me, Laney,” he says more seriously.