He drops his head back against my shoulder and continues to swirl his hips around, rubbing that delicious ass of his all over my cock.
“You came for me,” he whispers, turning his head to the side and baring his neck for me.
“I will later,” I promise, and I drag my teeth across his exposed skin. He shivers and keeps dancing.
“How was the meeting?” He turns in my arms and is now rubbing his iron hard erection against my thigh. My cock thickens against his hip and I hold him tighter, my grip bruising.
“Unenjoyable,” I tell him, pressing a quick kiss against the corner of his mouth. “I have some business to attend to here. Why don’t you three go get your things from the apartment and head home?”
“It’s early,” Liz whines, and I level a look at her.
“I don’t want to have to tell you, so I’m asking you to please leave this place and go get Declan’s things from his apartment.”
I want to compel her. I’m not in the mood to fight her. I want to deal with Franklin and then go fuck Declan until he’s forgotten everything but his name. He chuckles and rubs his nose back and forth across my collarbone.
“I like that.”
“Then go,” I command him.
He squints at me and smirks a little bit, then looks over his shoulder at Liz and taps the bottom of her glass. “Finish that up, princess. I want to go home.”
“Home is a good idea,” Elijah agrees, taking Liz’s now empty glass out of her hand and setting it on the corner of the bar.
“Diah is there waiting for you,” I add.
Liz and Elijah kind of float toward each other like two buoys in the middle of a rough tide, and I really can’t decide if I want to know more about what’s going on between the three of them or not.
“Go,” I say again, giving Declan a squeeze and one last kiss.
Once they’re gone, I look to Henry. “Alright, which one is he?”
Henry scans the room and points toward the back stairs where I first met Declan. “He’s right there.”
I follow the direction his finger his pointing and my eyes land on a familiar looking man who is staring directly at me. Of course it’s him.
“Fuck,” I hiss.
“What?” Henry lowers his hand and looks at me, his brows furrowed.
“I’ve seen him before."
“And you didn’t think anything of him being in town?”
“I thought he was passing through. He was…he hooked up with Declan the night I met him.”
Henry makes a disapproving sound in the back of his throat.
“I don’t even think Declan knows his name.” I shoulder through the crowd and Franklin watches me the whole way. Henry is right behind me, and the three of us meet at the bottom of the stairs.
Franklin inhales deeply as I reach him, and his eyes roll toward the back of his head. “I can smell him on you.”
“You could smell me in him too, but you’ll never get that close.”
“Jealous little thing.”
“Territorial,” I correct. “And speaking of. Declan isn’t the only thing that’s mine. Wildemount is ours, and you need to go.”
“Hmmn.” Franklin rubs his fingers over his bottom lip. “Declan. I never knew his name.”
