We headed back to his place, and while he grabbed a shower, I downed a bottle of water and waited in his living room for my relief to show up.
Fifteen minutes later, Agent Bernard walked inside to take over. After giving him a brief rundown of the day, I made my exit.
As I was about to enter our command post, I heard the elevator ding. Despite another agent standing nearby, I turned to see who was coming, and was caught off guard as I watched Declan Rivers, Fallon’s hookup from election night and classmate, step into the hall.
Maybe Fallon did have more stamina than me.
And the thought annoyed the hell out of me.
5
FALLON
The hot watercascaded down my body, soothing my muscles and washing away the sweat from the intense workout with Agent Davis. I replayed the gym session over in my head and the genuine camaraderie we were developing. His contagious smile flashed through my mind, and I imagined that slip of his expressionless demeanor was for me and only me. He was impassive with the world around him, and I had to admire his dedication to his job, but I wanted to be more than his assignment.
The way he looked at me, with a mixture of intrigue andsomething else, made my heart skip a beat. It felt as if the connection we shared extended beyond his duty to keep me safe.
Sure, we had our little banter, but was it flirty on his part? I was 100% flirting, but I worried I was reading too much into things and he only tolerated me because of his job. For all I knew, he wasn’t single or even gay. Did he have a partner waiting for him at home? Where was home? Was he married with kids?
I couldn’t stop the questions as they swirled in my head, but knew one thing for certain: I was crushing on him hard. Before I realized it, my hand slid down my body and fisted my hardening dick.
Closing my eyes, I remembered the way his shorts revealed the sweat glistening on his powerful thighs, and how I almost let go of the lat pull-down bar when he lifted the hem of his tank top to wipe his forehead and exposed his chiseled abs. I’d caught a glimpse of his six-pack, and the memory made my mouth water. My hand rapidly pumped my shaft as I pictured myself licking a trail from his pecs down his stomach to his cock.
It was easy to indulge in my little fantasy behind closed doors, and the mere thought of him walking into my bedroom and catching me jerking off was enough for me to groan my release in minutes. Bracing myself with my free hand, I shot my cum in spurts down the drain with the warm water.
Quickly, I lathered myself with body wash and finished my shower. Once I stepped out, I dried off and dressed in a T-shirt and sweats. My stomach grumbled, so I walked out of my room, ready to ask Agent Davis if he wanted any pizza because I was going to order some. Except, as I entered my living room, I saw he wasn’t there. In his place was Agent Bernard.
“Good evening, sir.”
“Oh … Hello.” I glanced at the clock hanging in my dining room and saw it was a few minutes after six o’clock. Damn, I didn’t even get to say good night to Agent Davis, and why did that make me sad? “Is it cool if I order pizza?”
Before he could respond, Agent Bernard held his fingers over his ear and then said to me, “Mr. Rivers is here to see you.”
Shit.I had forgotten he was coming over because working out with Agent Davis was enough to make me forget my own name. It had slipped my mind that Declan and I usually hung out on Friday nights to let off some steam and mess around. It was a way for us to forget the daunting amount of studying we had to do each night and whatever else our classes threw at us throughout the week. And quite honestly, I firmly believed blowing my load was the best kind of stress relief—and Declan certainly knew how to fuck—but I’d already relaxed in the shower.
“Oh, right. Do I get the door or what?” Having Secret Service around was still new. Did Declan get frisked? Should he be on some sort of approved list? I’d gone over scheduling with Agent Davis, but I supposed everything else was a learn-as-I-go type of thing.
“I’ll get it,” Agent Bernard replied, and since he was standing next to the door, he turned and opened it.
Declan’s gaze moved from Bernard to me, and I grimaced. It felt as though we had a chaperone and weren’t free to chill like we normally did.
“Hey. I was about to order pizza. Want some?” I asked as I pulled my phone from my pocket.
“Ah, yeah,” he said and watched Agent Bernard close the door after he stepped inside.
Yes, Dec. This is going to be awkward.
And it was.
I ordered the pizza, and while we waited for it to arrive, Declan and I played Call of Duty. We usually watched TV and messed around, but that wasn’t possible with someone in the living room with us.
We ate the pizza and then moved things to my bedroom, all while Agent Bernard sat in an armchair near my front door. Yet, when it came down to me and Declan fucking, I couldn’t do it. Not only because of Agent Bernard in the other room, but also because I couldn’t stop thinking about Agent Davis.
* * *
I wasn’t usuallyone to wake up early on a Saturday if I had nothing to do. But I jumped out of bed and freshened up in my connecting bathroom before eight o’clock.
Even though I’d seen Agent Davis the last three mornings, I found I still had a little pep in my step as I walked down the hall to my living room. I was trying not to seem too eager, but damn, it was hard. I hadn’t been so smitten with anyone since—well, ever.
