Brock looked between us and said, “Declan…”
I stretched my eyes open, trying to figure out what was going on. Declan looked at Brock for a long time. Or maybe it was a short time. I didn’t know because I yawned so big I couldn’t see.
“Thanks, Adam. You can put those there. I’ve got him from here.”
I looked at Declan, and, yep, he was still staring at Brock, Adam next to him, and they were both staring at Declan and me. The looks on their faces had me pushing to my feet, the fog clearing a bit. Declan looked wary like he was afraid of something.
“What’s going on?”
Declan turned and smiled up at me. His hands were on my chest. After a quick glance to be sure he was okay, I pulled him against me and stared at Adam and Brock over his shoulders. I didn’t wanna piss anyone off, but Declan was distressed, and I didn’t like it.
“I think moving around is sobering me up, guys. Declan and I got it from here. Thank you.”
They both looked like they wanted to say something but remained silent until Adam grabbed Brock’s arm and said, “C’mon, Rocket. Let’s leave them be. Declan knows what he’s doing.”
“Yeah, I don’t think he does,” Brock said as they left.
As soon as the door closed behind them, I dropped to the bed, pulling Declan to stand between my thighs, looking down at me. I licked my lips and blinked several times while taking a few deep breaths to steady the room that seemed more like it was in the bow of a battleship in a typhoon than a house in a swanky neighborhood on the coast.
“What was that about?”
“Nothing,” he said, but he didn’t meet my gaze.
Lie flashed through my alcohol-soaked brain. I wanted to address it,neededto, but there was no way I had the mental capacity for that.
“Declan…”
“I promise it’s nothing.”
I sighed a deep, heavy exhale before I said, “Just promise me, you’ll tell me. Soon.”
“I promise.”
I nodded. His promise was as reassuring as he intended or as I wanted, but I let the issue die. There were other things I wanted more than to push for something bound to fuck up this thing between us before it got started.
I pulled my shirt over my head.
“Jesus, Papi, that body…”
“A six-week training float gives a guy lots of time to think.”
“Yeah, thinking didn’t make those abs.”
I shoved his shirt up and laid a row of licking, sucking, nipping kisses across his belly above the waist of his shorts.
“Get rid of the shirt.”
He did as I told him. I gazed up his body at his down-turned face. My hands slid up the legs of his shorts as far as possible, and I growled.
“Strip, vato. I wanna see you.”
Shuddered breaths moved in and out of him as he lost his shorts and toed off his deck shoes. My eyes ran over him as my hands climbed the backs of his legs, pulling him toward me.
“Eres tan jodidamente hermoso.”
“So are you, Papi. Big and beautiful. You make me feel…”
“How do I make you feel, carinõ? Tell me.”
