I stand to greet him when he gets closer. Smiling, he pulls me into an embrace. I melt in his arms. Whispering in my ear, he says, “Sorry but the nuns are right outside the door. Don’t want them to hear anything they shouldn’t”
I nod in understanding, and that’s when he strikes. He kisses me and the animal in me comes out. I grab him, trying to drawhim even closer. I tell him how much I’ve missed him with my lips and the glide of my hands across his body. His growl of approval tells me he appreciates it.
“We don’t have much time. Sit.” He gently pushes me back and I fall into my chair. He follows after me, dropping to his knees. Declan tries to spread my legs, but I keep them locked out of hesitation. “Open,” he growls, and all fight leaves me with that simple command. My legs spread wide, inviting him in.
His hands glide up my thighs, massaging my muscles. “I’ve missed your taste on my tongue.”
He moves his hands higher and unbuckles my belt. His eyes stay on my face while he opens my pants. When he goes to tug them down, I lift, helping him out. My dick, which is instantly hard, springs free and bounces. His eyes follow the movement. He pushes my button down up my stomach, exposing my lower abdomen. Licking his lips, he strikes. He takes my dick fully in his mouth, his nose touching my skin.
“Oh fuck!” I moan out loud, my head falling back.
Cold air greets my groin. His hand grabs my neck, angling my head forward and forcing me to look at him. “I said we don’t want them to hear. Youwillbe quiet while I suck your cock. And your eyes stay on me.”
My head bobs up and down, agreeing with his demands.
“Good boy,” he praises, and a tightness takes over my chest. I like hearing those words. No, not like, I fucking love it. Just like I always do when it comes to him doing anything to my body.
He must approve of my submission because he goes back to sucking my dick. His eyes never leave mine. Declan dominates this situation even when he’s the one on his knees in a suit.
I bite my lip and breathe through my nose, fighting every urge I have to make noise. I crave the desire to tell him how amazing this feels. But he’s right, there are at least a couple ofnuns outside that door. No way can they know what we’re doing in here.
With a squeeze to my balls, I want to scream from the explosion that overtakes me. Declan swallows every ounce of cum. He doesn’t allow a single drop to not be consumed.
My breathing comes out in harsh pants. He just stole a piece of my soul with that blowjob.
He licks me clean, running his tongue over every ridge and dip. “You are fucking delicious.”
Once he stands, I follow, pulling up my pants and righting my clothes. I check to make sure nothing is dirty, but he did a thorough job and I didn’t get messy.
I grab him and hug him tightly. “I’ve missed you,” I tell him. I want to say more but those words aren’t ready to come to light.
“I’ve missed you too.” He kisses me quickly. “I’m sorry to suck and run but I really need to get back.”
I search his eyes, looking for more. More of what I’m not sure. “You can talk to me.”
“I know, but I just can’t right now. Come over to my place tomorrow night. We’ll talk then.”
“I’ll be there.” And it’s almost like my mind is already counting down till I can be with him again.
27
DECLAN
To say what’s happened is a shit-show would be an understatement. Bodies are piling up. Whoever’s framing me for Teresa’s death is doing a good job, and they didn’t stop with Teresa. They’re taking out higher members of the Bianchi crew. Someone really wants it to look like me. But it’s not. I haven’t killed anyone since my unfortunate failed reaping. I’ve been having the time of my life living in a bubble of love with Ewen.
Bubble of love? Is what I feel love?I know my feelings for him are strong, and I will kill anyone who keeps us apart, but is that love?
Am I even capable of love? My feelings for my family are of obligation but the way I feel toward Ewen is more. That’s not a line of thinking I can allow myself the luxury of exploring right now.
I need to find who’s framing me.
My phone vibrates and it’s my Ring app telling me there’s motion at my front door. I check and see it’s my sweet Ewen arriving at my place.
I reach the door and pull it open before he can knock. He looks surprised, hand raised. I stand to the side and gesture forhim to come in. “You never need to knock. Always just walk in. I’ll get a key made for you.”
“You don’t have to do that.” He rubs the back of his neck, appearing nervous.
Needing him to relax I tell him, “I want to. You’re always welcome here. With or without me, this is a safe place for you to always be.”
