Chapter Seventeen
Harlow
Alittle while later, Dad announces that he’s done for the night and offers Emma and Molly a nightcap in his wing. They all leave, and the mood is solemn and somber once more. We did a pretty good job of rallying while they were here, not wanting Emma and Molly to feel uncomfortable or for Dad to beat himself up more than he might already be doing, but now it’s just us. Well, most of us. Thomas took his leave not long after Dad, Emma, and Molly, saying he was going to have a look at the security footage to make sure that Cecelia had left with security at the front gate, and then he wanted to have a walk around the estate just to make sure nothing was out of place.
Jazzy throws herself onto the couch next to me. “Phew, I don't know about anyone else, but I think I need to get drunk.” There’s hurt in her eyes, and even though she’s in a secure place with Dad, I think the subject of her mother was too sharp for her feelings to shield themselves.
“All right, one drunk Jazzy coming up," Kai announces, jumping up and starting to make some kind of concoction behind the bar. Before long, we’re all getting messy and loud.
It’s like we all make a silent agreement not to talk about the revelations of the night, so for the next hour, we keep the subjects light, the alcohol flowing, and the games playing. I play a round of pool with Declan that devolves into nothing but steamy innuendo while the others try to keep Jaxon and Jacinta’s minds off of everything. The pool game is long and drawn out as neither of us are doing very well at sinking the balls in the pockets, and when there are still a few balls on the table, Holden stands up.
“Okay, I think maybe it’s time we get the two of you to bed.” His finger wavers as he points at Jaxon and Jacinta.
“Thanks, bro, but you're not my type,” Jaxon slurs, leaning on his sister who giggles madly.
Oliver stands up. “It’s okay because he’sdefinitelymy type, and I don't like to share.”
“Hey!” I grumble, and Oliver turns to me and blows a kiss.
“Oh, but I will share with you, and I guess share you with all of them. Shit, that means I do share.” He looks so cute, all confused.
Kai rolls his eyes, smoothly standing up and actually managing to stay in place without a wobble. It looks like one of us stayed fairly sober. I guess he was pouring all the drinks. “Come on, lover boy. Let’s help the babies to bed then.”
Between Kai and Holden, they manage to herd Jacinta, Jaxon, and Oliver up the stairs, leaving me alone with Declan.
“Well, I guess we’ve still got a few more balls to go.” I turn to look at him, but what I see has my heart racing. He drops his pool cue on the floor and starts to stalk toward me. I’m so stunned that I don’t move, and before I know it, he’s yanking mine out of my hand and throwing that away too. He grabs me by the waist and hauls my body against his, a squeak leaving my mouth as my hands come up to his chest.
“Those are not the balls I want you playing with,” he growls before he slams his mouth against mine. All the built-up sexual tension between us overflows in this one kiss. Gone is the patient, teasing man from the last few days, and here is the same one who had me up against the barn wall so many weeks ago. But now there is no lingering anger or annoyance; this is pure heat and desire.
His mouth plunders mine, all teeth and tongue, nipping, sucking, licking, and biting, tasting like sin and paradise rolled into one. My fingers curl in his shirt, and it’s all I can do to hang on and enjoy the ride.
He pulls away, both our chests heaving with ragged, shallow breaths as his lush lips curve up in delight. “Harlow, stop me now if you don't want this.” His voice is low, husky, and enticing even though his words are giving me a chance to slow things down, but I don't want that. We’ve done enough dancing around each other.
“Shut up and kiss me,” I demand, winding my arms around his neck and pulling his mouth back to mine, a grunt leaving his lips with the tight grip I have on his hair. His mouth slants over mine, slower this time, possessing me deeper than before, and that fire and heat is now a slow smoldering burn. Leaving my mouth, he rains kisses down my neck, causing my body to arch into him. His hands slip under my thighs, and in a flash I’m sitting on the edge of the pool table. Spreading my thighs, he steps into my body, his thick length pushing against my aching core. His mouth continues its journey downward at the same time as he pulls off my shirt. Throwing it to the side, he steps back, his eyes locked on my pebbled nipples.
“Gorgeous,” he rumbles before his big hands cup my breasts, kneading and tweaking the nipples. I groan when he takes one hard peak into his mouth. The warm sucking sensation pulls me deeper into my happy place, his tongue sweeping back and forth across the needy bud. My hands leave his hair, and I lean back on them in an attempt to hold myself upright as my body starts to melt under such delicious torture.
With a popping sound, he pulls off, placing his hands between my breasts and gently pushing me backward until I’m lying against the pool table, my hips raised up on the edge. His hands trail down to the band of my yoga pants, those eyes of his sparkling. Sliding his fingers under the waistband, he pulls them and my panties down in one smooth movement so that I’m completely bare to him. Stepping back, he pulls his shirt over his head and throws it to the side before he devours me with his gaze.
“Holy fuck, you are a feast for my senses, Harlow.” Declan’s voice is all rumbly and delicious, causing goosebumps to pebble across my limbs with the sound of it. Stepping back into me, his fingers trail up the inside of my thighs as he closes the distance between us, his warm breath trailing across my most intimate parts. I throw my head back when his tongue rakes through my swollen folds, one smooth, slick glide that sends a searing hot bolt of pleasure screaming through my body.
“Oh god yes, Declan.” I try to grab hold of something, but the smooth felt of the pool table makes it so I can’t. I fist them instead, attempting not to yank his hair out of his head. My legs wrap around him, holding him in place while his mouth makes love to me again, mimicking what he did to my mouth earlier. Licking, sucking, and nipping before he thrusts his tongue deep into my center. “Fuck!” Pulling back, he slides two fingers into my pulsing channel and sucks hard on my clit until my orgasm blasts through my body in a wave of pleasure.
“Agghhhh.” Again, I can’t control the sound that leaves my mouth as I ride the waves, my pussy spasming around his fingers. Lost in the intoxicating sensations, I slowly start to come back to myself as he slides his fingers out and steps back, dropping his sweats and boxers until he’s just as naked as me. Licking my lips in anticipation of what’s to come, I can’t look away when he fists his thick cock in his hand.
Putting my arms up, I reach for him, but he shakes his head. He reaches down with his empty hand and hauls me up, giving me a quick kiss before helping me stand. “I don't really want to have to explain to Dad about stains on the pool table.” With that, he spins me around then gently pushes on my back so I’m now bent over the table.
“Good thinking,” I pant as he runs his dick through my wet folds. Lining it up, he pushes slightly so he’s just barely inside me before his hands cup my breasts. He curves his body over mine so his mouth is at my ear, but then he stops. “Shit, protection!” He goes to pull out, but I stop him.
“Are you clean?”
“I’ve never had sex without a condom before, so I’m assuming I am,” he rumbles.
Well, that’s a surprise that I’m certainly not mad about. I turn my head to look him in the eye. “I’m clean and protected if you want to try it out.”
He runs a hand down my spine, and that simple gesture just feels so fucking good. “I never realized how different it would feel...” He must come to a decision because instead of pulling out, he grips my hips tight.
“You look so pretty bent over for my enjoyment,” he rasps as he thrusts hard, pushing deep into my still-tight channel. Both of us grunt with the sensation when he’s fully seated, and he nuzzles my ear. “Your pussy grips me so good, baby. So wet and hot and tight.” He sucks a path up my neck, which I’m pretty sure is going to leave marks, but I’ll worry about it later. I’m light-headed from the sensations and the alcohol still burning through my system.
