The boy is hers.
Except…
Yeah.
I love her, but Declan’s nowmine.
She closes the bedroom door behind her.
Declan’s still smiling and watching the door when I step in, grab him, and kiss him with my hand cupped around the back of his neck. Once I know he’s paying attention—and his cock is hard again—I put him on his knees in front of me and quickly fuck a loaddown his throat. I let him hold on to my legs and I don’t choke him. I want this to be fast and dirty.
He’s barely had time to swallow before I drag him into the bathroom, and, with both of us standing inside my shower, I hold him against me and jerk another one out of him, his cum splattering all over the shower wall.
As I ease the grip on his throat and kiss him, I know no matter how she triesto assert her ownership of him right now,I’mthe one in his brain.
Me.
It’smycum filling him from both ends this morning,mytaste on his lips.
I smile down at him. “Whose boy are you?” I whisper.
He stares up at me with those gorgeous brown eyes of his. “I’m your boy, Sir,” he says.
My gaze narrows. “Tell me again whose boy you are,Declan.”
His lips part as he stares up at me for along moment. “I’myourboy, George.”
The smile I now wear, I think it’s going to be permanently embedded in my flesh. I kiss him once more. “Who owns that sweet ass of yours, baby?” I whisper against his lips.
The glazed look in his eyes means he’swayback down in subspace. “You do, George, Sir.Youown my ass.”
Good. That’sallI wanted to hear.
