“Did anyone see you come here?” He asks. His blue eyes wide with panic.
Now if we’re going to talk about men who don’t know what their sexuality is, it’s time to cue Jakob Emmett Fischer to center stage. I don’t like to guess or question people’spreferences, never have, never will. However, this is one confused motherfucker. I’m getting ahead of myself, though.
“No, but my truck with the license plate ‘DByrne’ might be a clue that I’m here.”
He seems more jumpy than usual. “Move it into the garage.”
“I’m not moving it into the garage.Youmove it into the garage.” I hold out my keys to him and after staring me down for a few seconds, he storms out of the house grumbling to himself.
While he’s moving my vehicle I begin poking around his house. It’s set up a lot like Mac’s house. A foyer that leads directly into a living room with hallways to the left and right beside that is a stairway that’ll lead you to what I’m assuming are two bedrooms and a loft area. To the right is a dining room, and if you follow that room it’ll bring you to a half bath and then the open concept kitchen. His walls are a light gray, his furniture black and sleek, and the picture frames that litter the downstairs are all gold.
Part of me wonders what his bedroom looks like. What did he do with the other bedrooms? I want to explore more but before I’m even able to get a good look at the pictures in the living room, he walks back inside and hangs my keys up on a hook to the side of his front door.
“Declan, you have to be more careful than that. What if someone saw you here?”
“What is your problem? Then they saw me. Who gives a flying fuck?”
“I do! I care a lot, actually.” He roars while stalking up to me.
“Why? We’re thirty years old, why are we still hiding shit?” I throw up my hands in frustration.
He runs his hands through his hair, pulling at the short strands at his nape, but he’s not answering me. He’s clammed up and his teeth assault his bottom lip, which makes my eye twitch. Without thinking it through, I reach out and use my thumb to pry his bottom lip from his teeth’s relentless grip.
“Stop.” I tell him quietly, my thumb not leaving its place directly under his plump bottom lip.
We lock eyes for a minute, neither of us doing more than standing frozen and searching the other’s eyes. I see so many emotions swirling in his: indecision, anxiety, some anger, but most intriguing is the lust hiding in the depths of his baby blues. It’s all the confirmation I need as my lips crash onto his.
13
Chapter Thirteen
Jakob
Declan’s lips seal over mine in what can only be described as a brutal kiss. This is no fairy tale, sweet, oh-he-loves-me kiss. No, this is demanding, domineering, and frantic. He’s laying fucking ownership with this kiss as his tongue fights for entry into my mouth. It takes me less than a second for my brain to catch up as I fist the front of his shirt.
Instead of shoving him back like my brain screams at me too. I yank him closer into me. My dick thickens in my jeans in a way that it hasn’t in over four years unless I’m thinking about stupid fucking emerald eyes. He comes to me reluctantly while his hands cup my jaw firmly. His tongue slips through my lips, and I’m absolutely done for.
My tongue darts across his before tangling as we fight fordominance, both of us too stubborn to back down. My hands roam down his chest,so goddamn hardas my fingers memorize every single dip and plane of his sinful stomach. My hands fist the bottom of his too thin shirt and yank it over his head. He gasps before turning me and slamming me into the wall just as his lips come back to mine.
He uses his hips to pin me in place, his hard cock pressing into my thigh. I tilt my head back and groan into the empty space while Declan’s lips coast from my lips to the underside of my jaw, nipping my skin as he goes. The scruff of his beard scraping at my neck causes my body to light up. It’s too fucking much. My hands fly to his hair, pulling on his strands. He growls in disapproval when I pry his mouth away from my skin.
“Don’t. Just five more minutes, Chaos. Please.” He practically begs as his fire and lust filled eyes lock onto mine. His eyes are so dilated that they don’t even look green anymore. I can’t lie that him pleading with me causes my dick to jump. A wicked idea ignites in the back of my mind.
“Ask nicely, Beast, and maybe I’ll let you.” I can see it in his eyes as he wars with himself while he decides on his next move. In the end he’s too desperate to deny what I’m asking.
“Please, Jakob. Just let me have a little longer before we inevitably fuck this up.”
I know I’m pushing it, but I can’t help it as my lips quirk up on one side, “You’re such a goodfuckingboy.”
I could give him the chance to respond, but you know I could also swim in a pond full of piranhas. It doesn’t mean it’s a good idea. So as soon as the defiance flashes in his eyes, I kiss him just long enough to feel it melt out of his stance before pulling away to begin my assault on his neck.
“I thought I was the one teasing here.” He groans as his head tilts to the side, giving me more access.
I smirk into his neck and let the back of my hand brush against his rock hard erection.
“And I thought you were going to be a good boy and let me taste you.” His hands grip the short strands on the back of my hair and pull my head back so we’re staring into each other’s eyes.
“Watch it, Jakob. It was cute the first time, but now you’re pushing it. I won’t be bossed around. You looking to be punished, Chaos?” He smirks wickedly at me before pulling away completely, leaving me slack-jawed that he has the willpower to stop this shit right now.
