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I’m pretty sure he just inadvertently told me he loves me. It may have not been all of the words, said simply and straight to my face, but I’m someone he loves.
A light, bubbly feeling builds in my chest and I can’t help the grin that starts to spread across my face.
His features soften as he sees it, the fear replaced with happiness. And maybe a spark of the deviousness I’ve come to expect from him. He’s not nearly as cold and stoic as he would have people believe.
“Hear something you like, pretty girl?” His smirk says it all.
“I don’t know.” I shrug playfully. I love the look in his eyes as he teases me, knowing that I always give as good as I get. “See something you love, lover boy?”
His smirk drops, replaced with what can only be described as hunger. His gray-blue eyes flare with his need, so I’m not surprised at all when his hand leaves my thigh only to wrap around the lace thong underneath my shirt. The sharp pull tears the fabric free from my body, leaving me bare to him.
A small moan passes my lips. It should have hurt, but it only managed to turn me on more. The slight sting of pressure against my skin drove my need to match his. I arch my chest into his and his eyes soak up every inch of skin on display as he slowly lifts my shirt over my head to reveal more to himself.
His smooth hands run over my sides until he reaches my breasts. His breathing is as heavy as mine as he rubs his thumbs over my hardened nipples. Just enough pressure to make me want to beg for more.
“Declan, please.” Yeah, we have definitely come to the begging portion of the night.
He drops one hand to rub slow circles over my clit. Still just teasing me with his touch. So different from the urgency he had just moments ago. I unashamedly grind in his lap, soaking his boxers as I seek out his hardened length.
“How is it that you just get more stunning every time I see you, pretty girl?” he asks, his voice rough with his desire.
Tired of his teasing, I free him from his boxers and don’t waste any time lining him up with my entrance. He chuckles, but lifts his hips to help me remove the last shred of fabric between us. I sink down on him and his arms band around me, pulling our chests flush once more.
“Maybe because you love me,” I answer in a whisper against his cheek.
Before I even blink, he has us flipped and I’m under him, his face hovering over me, his breath fanning my face as he starts a torturous pace meant to extend this moment for as long as possible.
“There’s no maybe about it, pretty girl. I didn’t think it was possible to love someone the way I love you, Scarlett Everhart.” Every word is punctuated with his thick cock driving into me. His hand sinks into my hair until it’s wound tightly around his fist. “I meant it when I said you could use me. My sole purpose in life is to take care of you and Roe. I’ll do anything to keep you.”
His words and the way his body moves over mine robs me of speech. There’s so much I could say to him, so much I should say to him. I stormed into his life like a hurricane, changing every little bit of his routine. Demanded he move into our house, dragged him back into a world he fought so hard to escape, even changed the hours he worked. If I was a better person, I would let this man go. He’s far too good for who I am and what is still to come.
I could spend the next one hundred years telling him that, showing my gratitude for all he’s given up for me. But I know none of that is what really matters to him. It’s this. This moment. The heat and friction and love that brews between us whenever we connect. The very sparks that made it impossible to keep him at arm’s length, to continue being just friends.
He picks up his pace, hitting that spot inside me that drives me wild. I can feel myself getting closer to that point. His head dips to take one of my nipples in his mouth, but his eyes never leave my face, even as he bites down gently. I cry out, not able to look away from him. Still needing so much more.
He must see it because he frees his hand from my hair and searches out my clit. The gentle caresses are a thing of the past. He works me hard, sinking his teeth into my flesh, putting pressure on my most sensitive spot, all the while driving into me. Harder and faster with every thrust.
He keeps his thumb on my clit and sinks two of his fingers into my entrance, right alongside his dick. The stretch burns in the most delicious of ways as I cry out. His laugh this time is so much darker and more decadent than usual. “I’ve heard all about the ways Kade and Noah have been preparing your body, pretty girl. Only a matter of time before you’re taking a lot more than just this at once.” He moves his fingers in tandem with his thrusts as if to get his point across.
The combination of friction and dirty images his words set off are enough to take me over the edge I’ve been cresting as wave after wave of pleasure crashes through me. My eyes close against my will as the rush consumes me.
Declan’s groan signals him following right behind me. He slows his movements after a moment. I reach my hands up to brush a few blond strands out of his face. My fingertips lingering over his strong cheekbones, lingering on his lips. I lock my hands behind his neck and bring them to mine. This kiss is everything that I think of when I think of Declan.
He takes his time as he brands me with his feelings. So strong and sure in every decision he makes. Every move he makes. He’s more confident in himself, more confident in me, in us, than even I can manage sometimes. He keeps me anchored through the midst of the chaos in our lives. He keeps me from losing control.
I pull him down on top of me, before flipping us back over and I can lay on his chest once more. I know I need to go clean up before I fall asleep, but I can’t resist staying with him for a few moments longer. I don’t want it to end yet.
I pepper kisses over his chest as I settle in and make myself comfortable. I rest my chin on my hands as I look up at him. He meets my eyes and there’s still so much emotion in his cool eyes as he stares at me.
“I love you, Declan James. For everything you are and everything you’re not.” His arms tighten around my waist. I can feel the heat rising to my cheeks and I drop my eyes from his, resting my forehead against his chest. Each time I say those words it feels so foreign and yet so natural all the same time. But with every time I say it, I feel that much closer to my men. Like it needs to be said to solidify the connections we’ve formed between us.
Declan brings back a bashfulness I thought I had been rid of for a long time. But here we are. Blushing like a virgin because I said the l word even after he fucked me like a man possessed.
The smugness radiates off him so potently I don’t even have to look at him to feel it. I can only imagine the expression on the asshole’s face.
I clear my throat as I scramble to get out of the sheets. “I’m just gonna go,” I hesitate, still not wanting to meet his eyes. “Clean up?”
I trip over my feet, not bothering to watch him laugh at me. By no means is it the first time Declan and I have had sex, so why the fuck does it feel that way? I rush into the connected bathroom, thankful his room has an en suite since not all of them do and shut the door behind me.
