“You look half man, half beast. Do you know that?” Why the fuck did I just say that?
Dec’s eyes narrow in confusion before he smiles lazily. “Guess I fuck how I look then. At least, as far as I’ve been told.”
My cock twitches behind my zipper. “Full of yourself, aren’t you?”
“Too bad you don’t like guys, or we could test the theory.” His eyes dart down to my lips before slowly raising back up to my eyes.
“What if I don’t like guys, plural, but I do like one?” I look at his mouth and smile as his luscious lips grace me with a full smile that would knock me off my feet if I were standing.
“What are you saying, Jakob? I’m too drunk for riddles.”
And I’m just drunk enough to word vomit a secret I’ve kept for almost a year.
“I’m saying, I wouldn’t be mad if you kissed me, Beast. Honestly, I’d prefer it.”
That’s the only green light he needs. He leans over and presses his lips to mine. Electricity zips throughout my entire body. He’s slow and careful at first, but when I part my lips for him, it’s game over. I lean back against the couch as he follows me the entire way until I’m on my back beneath him. It took a few seconds before I remembered I had to kiss him back, but now there’s no holding back. It’s the easiest thing I’ve ever done. The kiss is firm but exploratory. When he slides his tongue inside to caress mine, I’m fucking done for.
I’m not sure how long we lay on the couch making out and letting our hands roam over each other’s torsos, but when a loud knock comes from the other side of Declan’s bedroom door we jump apart. He smiles at me and wipes his mouth, “So?”
“A fucking Beast.” I grin back at him.
The knock comes again, but this time louder. “Yo, Dec. We gotta go, it’s Roe!” Kieran yells from the other side of the door. In that moment I watch this man that I was convinced was as drunk as I was a second ago sober up in front of my eyes. Declan’s the second in command for the Irish mafia, and I always forget until it’s thrown into my face like it is right now.
“I’m coming.” He jumps up and slides his feet into a pair of shoes before running to the door. He stops right before opening it and turns back to me, “I’ll call you tomorrow. The ball is in your court.We can act like this never happened, or this can be something. The decision is up to you, Chaos.” And with that he’s gone, and I’m left sitting here with my head reeling.
I leave not long after he does when Dieter comes to pick me up.
“What happened?” He asks in confusion as I slide into the front seat.
“Mafia shit I guess, and I’ve been drinking too much to drive home.”
He nods and begins the trek to my house. “I’ll let it go for now, but tomorrow we’re talking about why you’re walking out of Declan Byrne’s house with a fresh hickey on your neck.”
What the fuck?
I pull down the visor and check the mirror, but there’s nothing there.
“I don’t have a hickey, fuckhead.”
He laughs, “Yeah, but if it wasn’t a possibility, you wouldn’t have checked at all.”
“Uh– I– Well–…”
“Jake, stop. We’ll talk about it tomorrow.”
“Who’s the older brother here?” I mock glare at him.
His laugh is carefree. “You, but in life experience I think it’s probably me, seeing as I’m the one who’s been married for three years and has a pregnant wife.” He grabs the back of my neck in reassurance, and he’s right so I don’t say anything in response. The rest of the drive is spent in comfortable silence with my little brother.
14
Chapter Fourteen
Declan
Jake twists his fingers around themselves in anxiety. “You didn’t call me the next day.” He watches his hands like they’re the most intriguing things on the planet.
My heart drops. He’s right, I didn’t. We were so tied up with everything that happened with Clara and Rhett that I completely forgot. I figured he’d call me when he was ready to work it out. I didn’t see or talk to him again until a few weeks later when he busted in on me and Natasha.
