“We need to talk about what this means, what we’re going to do.”
“We will. Let me check in with the team, first. I kinda abandoned them after a meeting.”
“They didn’t know where you were going?”
“No. The client we had made things difficult, and I bailed. They only found out when I messaged Walker about the suite.”
“Oh, I thought you’d messaged Marcos.”
He smirked at me, and I wanted to wipe it from his face.
“No. I messaged him once Walker told me the suite was ours if we wanted it.”
I grumbled under my breath, and he laughed.
“You have nothing to worry about. We fucked once.”
“Who said I was worried?”
“Okay. I’ll let you deny it, but we both know the truth.”
Jesus. That word. Let. It made me want to fuck him into submission.
“Kiss me, Papi.”
His words. Hisdemand.Those also made me twitchy. I wanted to see where things went with him. I honestly did, but I had no idea how this would work. Even if I topped from the bottom, being the one in control, in the bedroom at least, was an essential part of who I was. But he didn’t like being in the submissive role. And it didn’t fit him at all.
Not like it did me.
Even if it was only with him.
I got out of the car after kissing him stupid, vowing to put some space between us. I needed to think. The only thinking I got done with him around was with my cock. Which would’ve been fine if we were on the same page, but we weren’t.
So… yeah, I needed to figure some shit out. I had two options—come to terms with walking away from him or, if I wanted to be with him, letting go of parts of myself that made me me.
I opened the door to my apartment after he drove away. My duffel hit the floor inside the door. I’d deal with that tomorrow after work. For now, I was ready for a shower and bed. PT came early, but first, I needed to get things done for the upcoming week.
I flipped the television to the music channel I liked, started the washer, and dumped in my uniforms before moving to the kitchen to knock out the meal prep. The monotonous tasks of chopping, cutting, and portioning were only interrupted by switching out the laundry.
By the time everything was done, so was I. Spending time with Declan had an adverse effect on my dick and my sleep. Not that I was complaining. The sex was the best I’d ever had, and since I was a slut, that was saying a lot.
My footfalls on the carpeted stairs were whisper quiet. I pulled my clothes off and flipped on the shower. Steam filled the bathroom as I pushed open the curtain. Metal rings on a metal shower rod joined the sound of rushing water and…
“Dammit!”
My phone rang in the distance.
Foregoing the towel, I rushed to the bedroom, certain I left the phone in the pocket of my sweats, but it wasn’t there.
“Shit!”
The phone went silent, and I contemplated blowing it off, but I knew that notification. There was only one reason my phone rang. I rushed down the stairs to find I’d laid it on the table next to the front door with my keys. I picked it up and swiped it open to read the notification.
“Fuck!”
I spun on my heel and raced back to the bathroom. I flipped off the faucets. I could forget the shower. There wasn’t time.
Pulling on some boxer briefs, I grabbed my gear, dropped it at the door, then rounded up my uniforms and dumped them on the couch before readying the apartment for deployment. The alert said our training cruise was canceled, but with deployment looming, I wouldn’t be surprised if we didn’t return to port.
