“Are you ready for me to own you?”
“Yes, own me,” I beg him as his hands leave my cupped breasts, one going around my neck while the other grips my hair and pulls it back.
“Tap me on the thigh if this is too much,” he tells me before pulling back and thrusting hard again, setting a furious pace, as my spine arches like a puppet being controlled by her master. A long moan leaves my mouth as he works his thick cock, the bite of pain in my hair an exquisite counterforce to the pleasure he’s working on my body. I feel a trickle of sweat run between my breasts and down my body as he drives himself deeper and harder with each thrust.
Running his tongue up my neck, his thrusts hit that spot deep inside that sends my body on a slow spiral toward another orgasm. Both of us are breathing hard, quiet whimpers and not-so-quiet pleas falling from my lips as I beg Declan to give me what I need.
“Please, Declan,” I cry, but he chuckles darkly.
“What do you want, Harlow?” His hand tightens around my neck. “Tell me,” he grumbles as he continues his punishing pace.
“I want to come,” I plead, and his hand leaves my throat, drifting down to tweak a nipple on the way past.
“Good girl,” he praises as he pinches my clit, and I explode. Pleasure tears through me, stronger and more intense than before, and my knees buckle at the onslaught. But Declan holds me in place as he continues to bury himself in my slick wet heat, the fluttering of my channel proving to be too much for him. With a loud groan, he tucks his head into my shoulder, biting down as he buries himself to the hilt. His cock pulses as the sharp pain in my shoulder sends ripples of pleasure through my limbs. He places kisses on the spot that he had bitten and runs his hands gently up and down my body.
“Baby, you feel so good; your pussy feels like it’s made for me. I can’t wait to do that again.” His careful caresses and kisses, combined with his praise, make me feel all warm and tingly inside, but I pat him on the thigh, hoping he’ll move since my hips are now telling me that being bent over a pool table is not all that comfortable in reality.
Pulling out, he helps me stand up before he picks me up and carries me toward the nearby bathroom. His lips caress mine as he juggles me before opening the door.
“Get the light, will you, baby?” he asks, so I feel around for a switch, squinting when I find it and the room lights up.
He puts me on my feet next to the shower and reaches in to turn on the water before focusing back on me.
“Wow,” I stammer, finally able to find some words, and he chuckles.
“Yeah, wow.” He sounds smug, but really he has every right to be. He can fuck like a god. Pushing my sticky hair off of my face, he slides his hand around my waist then moves closer, kissing me with a slow, seductive slide of his tongue swirling with mine before he pulls back. Reaching out, he tests the water, adjusting it to the right temp, and steps in, pulling me in behind him. He gathers me to him again, and we just stand there letting the hot water run over our bodies, my head resting against his chest. His hands continue to caress my body, and his dick starts to harden against my stomach again.
I step back, looking a little wild-eyed at him, and he shrugs. “You feel so good, and it’s been a long time for me. I’ve been wanting this for a while now, and one time with you is not going to be enough. But first...” He reaches for a loofah and pours a generous amount of soap onto it before using it to wash every part of my body. With gentle touches, he washes and conditions my hair, taking the time to massage my scalp and make sure that I’m feeling especially taken care of in a way that I hadn’t expected. Is it bad that these little moments keep surprising me? What does it say about me that these men and their gestures catch me off guard even though they made it clear that they want to… court me?
When we’re finished, he lifts me up and pushes my back against the wall of the shower, our chests smashed together. A cheeky grin is on his face as he buries his cock in my throbbing core once more. I gasp, followed by giving him a matching grin as I get used to his size. The pace isn't furious this time, just a sensual shift of his hips to build us up once more. Gazes locked, unspoken emotions glistening in his eyes, his mouth mirrors what his cock is doing to my pussy, his tongue sliding against mine. That rolling glide of his thick length in my sensitive channel doesn't take long to get me back to the edge of orgasm. He leans in and takes a nipple into his mouth, sucking hard before nipping. A lump of emotions burn in my center, and tears prickle my eyes as the rush of pleasure jolts through me fierce and sizzling as he wrings one more orgasm out of me before following me over that edge.
* * *
Dried and redressed, we raid the fridge in the games room for tonight’s leftovers. He and I snuggle together on one of the pull-out sofas as we talk about everything and nothing. Once we finish the food and clean up, he scrounges up some pillows and blankets, the two of us sharing the feeling that we’d rather not separate right now. Together, we make the sofa bed and climb in. There’s a slight hesitation from me, not completely sure where we go from here, but Declan doesn’t flinch. He gathers me into his arms, throwing one of his legs over mine. He put only his boxers back on, so the hairs on his legs tickle mine as he rubs back and forth across my skin.
“You’re so soft and smooth; it feels so good,” he says when I raise my eyebrow at him. A smile breaks out, and I snuggle into his chest, placing little kisses on the skin in front of me. I feel him kiss the top of my head, the gesture warm and comforting.
“What do you think will happen now?” I ask quietly, and he pulls back to look at me.
“With us or the twins?”
“Both?” I ask, not entirely sure which I meant either. I feel him shrug.
“Nothing changes. You keep looking for jobs, getting to know us all, and rating me at the top of your sexual prowess list.” He stops and winks at me, waiting for the chuckle that I can’t hold back. He smiles, so I think that was the response he was looking for, something to break up the seriousness of the moment.
“As for Jax and Jazzy, we’ll just have to wait and see. But don't worry, they’re not going anywhere, and if they do, they won’t go far. At least now you won’t need anyone's permission to look at the house. Hell, you could probably ask to move in, and they would both bend over backward to let you. On second thought, maybe not. I have a feeling that Jazzy’s going to want the family close while they’re dealing with the residual feelings from all of this. Having us together makes her feel safe.”
He keeps it light, but I can tell by the grip he has on my body that he’s worried about his brother and sister.
“Do you think Cecelia is going to cause problems?” I don't think I want to know this answer, but my feelings are betrayed by the tentative waver in my words.
This time, he winces. “Harlow, I have no doubt that woman will do everything in her power to cause trouble. Just what kind of trouble remains to be seen.”
My heart is fast in my chest as I think of all the possible scenarios, but when Declan shifts around, I stop worrying about what ifs. I’m in the arms of a smoking hot man who really knows how to use his god-given love stick. I promised myself I would stop living in the past and letting it define me, so it’s time to look forward to the future, and future Harlow is a horn dog. And by future Harlow I mean first thing in the morning Harlow, as I can’t stifle the yawn that leaves my mouth. My eyes drift closed as the warm heat of Declan’s body and the delicious fresh clean scent of him surrounds me, sending me into a deep and comforting slumber.
Chapter Eighteen
Declan
