“Oh, no. We’re good. Thanks, bro,” Wade says a second later. Shit. I forgot he was here… again.
Wade turns away from me again –asshole– and I turn my focus on Declan. His pupils are dilated, and he’s staring at me with a devilish smirk.
In the next instant, one of his fingers enters me, and I involuntarily close my thighs on his hand. But it doesn’t matternow. Closing my thighs isn’t going to stop him because he’s already inside me.
“Declan, please,” I whisper. I’m not sure what I’m saying. I want his hand off me, but at the same time, I don’t.
“Tell me what you need, and I’ll make it happen,” he whispers as he moves inside of my pussy with the finger that managed to get past my good senses.
“I don’t need anything from you,” I counter as I release my thighs from their hold on him.
He pumps his finger in and out of me now, and the sensation is all-consuming. His finger is so thick inside me that I can’t help but wonder how thick his cock is.
I discreetly look around to see if anyone is paying attention to us, but there aren’t many people in the restaurant, and those that are, aren’t near us.
“Brat. You know you need something from me. And if you ask nicely, I’ll give it to you.”
My breathing is uneven, and I’m shifting in the seat, trying to get away or gain friction. I’m not sure. But what I do know is, I’m about to have an orgasm because he keeps hitting that spot inside of me that’s right against my upper wall.
“Declan,” I breathe out and lean my forearms against the bar. I’m so wet I’m sure Lucas and Wade can hear me, but they aren’t paying attention in the slightest.
Thank God.
I’m about to go over the edge when suddenly, he pulls his hand away. My eyes widen at the loss because I wascompletely prepared to have an orgasm, not two inches from a date that I don’t want to be on.
“I’ll give you what you want, but ditch Mr. Bicycle,” he demands as he sucks his middle finger into his mouth.
My nostrils flare. If I were standing, I would stomp my foot in frustration. How dare he pull away when I was about to orgasm. And how dare he look like a fucking sex god sucking on his finger like that.
I don’t do what he wants quickly enough because he gives me one second to answer before saying out loud, “Lucas. Wade. Penny doesn’t feel good, and I’m going to take her home.”
He throws a hundred-dollar bill on the bar top, and before I can process what’s happening, he grabs my hand and pulls me out of my seat. I only have half a second to grab my purse before we walk towards the door.
I look behind me, and Wade is in his own world, animatedly talking. I don’t think he heard a word Declan said. And Lucas, he gives me a wink and a wave with a shit-eating grin on his face.
Fucker.
I try to pull my hand from Declan’s with no such luck. We’re out the door in a matter of seconds, and my feet are trying to keep up with him, but he seems to be on a mission.
“Declan!” I bark out, trying to get him to stop.
He keeps walking. “It can wait until we get home, Penny.”
“No, it can–”
He turns on me so quickly that I run right into his hard chest. “Let’s get one thing straight. This,” he waves his finger between us, “this is happening. And I know you want it too.”
I gawk at him in the middle of the sidewalk. Luckily, we’re alone, but we might not be for long. “We are friends. This,” I wave a finger between us, “this is so not happening. That, back there, was a mistake. Sunday was a mistake.”
He eats up the last few inches between us, so I have to crane my neck to look up at him. His scent overwhelms me as his yellow-green eyes bore into mine, and I momentarily lose my breath. “Nothing about this is a mistake,” he says with a surety I never expected from him.
“But what is this, Declan? You and I can only be friends. This won’t ever go beyond something physical, and if we cross that boundary, there’s no going back.”
Our eyes search one another, and he tells me, “You’re right.”
Well, I’ll be.
I think this means we can go our separate ways, but no. He grabs my hand once again and continues to drag me towards our apartments. We make it up the stairs to the landing between our doors, and he lets go of my hand and turns on me.
