“I wish I knew,” he answers with a weary sigh. He’s probably been carrying this load by himself for a while. “I reviewed the security footage after I got the letter but the guy was wearing a hat and a face mask.”
“Any luck at the courier service?”
“No. Girl that was working there said she was out of town on vacation, so she doesn’t know who the person was that ordered the delivery.”
I nod. “I’ll circle back and see who was there. You probably pulled out your gun and scared the shit out of her.” He grunts, so I know I’m right. “What courier?” He tells me the name, and I put it in my notes app. “I’ll check in a day or two.”
He mumbles, “Thanks.”
We finish our food in silence. When we’re finished, Declan collects our plates and rinses them before putting them in the dishwasher.
“Wanna tell me what fucked you up last night?” Declan freezes, his back and shoulders stiff. “I won’t tell anyone, I swear.”
Lowering his head, he sighs and rests his hands on the counter. “Last night I had a moment of weakness. Hendrix’s death really didn’t hit me until yesterday. It’s been months, but…” He turns around to face me, his arms crossed over his chest. His face drawn, eyes sparkling with what looks like tears and his mouth turned down. “I just had a bad day, that’s all.”
I slowly walk over to him, giving him time to stop me. When he doesn’t, I unhook his arms from his chest and slot our hips together. Declan gasps but doesn’t move.
“If you ever need to talk,” I say, resting my hands on his hips, “you have my number.”
“That’s what you wanna do right now? Talk?”
I shake my head. “No. But you said one time.” I roll my hips, feeling his hard dick twitch against mine. “Or are you changing your mind?”
Instead of answering, Declan grabs me by the back of my neck and slams our mouths together.
CHAPTER 10
DECLAN
God, I’ll never get enough of his lips. Of how Nico tastes. It’s like a shot of octane straight to my system, making me come alive in ways I didn’t think possible. After how shitty I felt last night and the pain I woke up with this morning, I need this. I needhim.
Nico does this growling thing against my lips that’s so fucking sexy it’s a wonder I don’t come right here.
“Take these off,” I say against his mouth, tugging at his pants.
“Bossy,” he replies before diving back in for another kiss.
I could kiss him all day, could let him take control, but if I did that, he’d have me on my back on the kitchen floor, plowing into me until I screamed his name.
That’s not what I want. I want his ass and I’m going to have it.
Since that night at The Devil’s Den, I’ve wondered what he would feel like, how his hole would clamp around my cock, how he would moan for me when I pegged his prostate. How Nico would writhe on my dick, coming until he passed out just so I could fuck him awake.
Snatching my lips away, I spin him around and push him against the kitchen island. Nico grunts as he reaches back, threading his fingers through my hair. “Fuck, Deck. Gonna let me feel those piercings?”
I bite his ear hard enough to make him hiss. He squirms, rubbing his tight, plump ass against my cock. Fuck, I need in him. “When were you last tested?”
“Few months ago. You’re the only person I fucked since then. You?”
“Last month. I’m going raw inside you. Want to feel this ass clamping around my dick.”
“Do it,” he hisses.
I yank his pants down, taking in his body. God, Nico is fucking hot. Long legs, toned thighs, firm peach of an ass.
Leaning forward, I nip at his ass, my teeth sinking into the plumpness. Nico makes a strangled sound, pushing back to my mouth. I palm the globes of his ass as I rake my teeth over him. I leave marks behind as I get my fill, watching purple bloom over his lovely brown skin.
Spreading him open, I look at his perfect hole, that tightness I want to shove inside.
