Chapter 16
Declan
She doesn’t say a word the whole drive back.
Neither do I.
Her arms wrapped around my waist, fingers twitching like she’s thinking about sliding them lower. I want to reach back, pull her into my lap right here on this damn bike, but I force myself to focus on the road. Just a few more minutes. Then I can have her the way I need to.
The way she needs.
When I pull into my driveway and kill the engine, she’s already climbing off. I get off and go to meet her. She doesn’t wait though, just walks past me and heads toward the house, hips swaying like a fucking siren calling me home.
I follow. Like always.
Once we’re inside, I barely get the door closed before she turns around and grabs my shirt, pulling me into her like she’s starving. Her mouth crashes into mine, open and demanding, and I groan deep and low because fuck, I’ve missed this. Missed her.
Even if it’s only been a day.
My hands find her waist, then her ass, lifting her like she weighs nothing. She wraps her legs around me without hesitation, lips never leaving mine. I carry her through the dark, not needing light to find my way.
Her back hits the wall of my bedroom, and she gasps when I grind into her, the heat between her legs already soaking through my jeans.
“I couldn’t stop thinking about you,” she whispers, dragging her mouth along my jaw. “Even when he was talking.”
I growl and slam my mouth onto hers again, this time slower. Deeper. I make her feel it. All of it.
“You think I don’t know?” I rasp. “You think I don’t see the way you look at me across the room, like you’re about to fucking break if I don’t touch you?”
She moans, hips bucking into mine. “You make me crazy.”
“Good.” I nip her bottom lip. “Because I’m fucking insane for you.”
I walk us to the bed and drop her onto it, standing over her while she props herself up on her elbows, hair wild and lips swollen. The sight of her laid out for me like that makes my cock throb.
Clothes come off fast after that. She peels her shirt over her head, no bra underneath, and my mouth instantly goes to her nipples, teasing and sucking until she’s squirming. My hands drag her leggings down her legs, and I groan at the sight of the tiny black lace panties underneath.
“You wore these for me,” I mutter.
Her smirk is lazy, confident. “I always wear them for you.”
That breaks me.
I tear off the rest of our clothes and crawl over her, pressing her into the mattress with the weight of my body, kissing down her neck, between her breasts, over her stomach, until I’m between her thighs. She’s soaked, practically trembling when I blow on her perfect wet pussy.
“Declan…”
“I know, baby,” I murmur, then drag my tongue up the center of her. She cries out, hips arching off the bed. I hook her legs over my shoulders and hold her down, feasting on her like it’s the first time all over again.
She’s wild beneath me, grabbing my hair, gasping my name, whispering how much she needs me. And when she comes, it’s with my name on her lips and her nails in my shoulders.
I don’t wait. Don’t let her come down.
I slide into her while she’s still shaking, and it’s heaven. Hot. Tight. Fucking perfect. Her legs wrap around me again, arms locking behind my neck as I thrust into her, slow and deep.
“You feel like fucking sin,” I growl against her throat.
She moans, high and desperate. “Don’t stop. Please.”
“I couldn’t if I tried.”
Our eyes lock as I drive into her with a force that I can’t stop. The need, the want, the tension, it all rises to the surface, needing release.
I circle my hips, and she cries out in pleasure. It’s the sweetest, sexiest sound in the fucking world. A sound I’ll never get tired of hearing.
“Declan, oh God,” she moans, digging her nails into my back.
“That’s right, baby, let your body feel everything. We’ve fought this too long. No more. Give me everything, Lena,” I hiss, pounding into her, watching her tits bounce with each forceful movement.
“I am, Declan. I’m giving you everything,” she whispers, staring into my eyes.
It’s overwhelming, like our souls have just collided. “You’re mine, Lena. I won’t let you go.”
The need for both of us to let go has my body trembling as I slam into her over and over. Holding on to her soft thighs to ground myself in this moment that makes me feel something I’ve never experienced before.
It’s not just sex, it’s more than that. So much more.
“Don’t let me go, Declan,” she groans, moving her hips just as fast as I am.
I reach between us and rub her clit, causing her to arch off the bed. She’s as close as I am.
“Tell me your mine, Lena. I want to hear you say it,” I demand.
Her hands move up to my neck, and she squeezes. Our bodies are slamming together, hot, flushed skin and heavy breathing.
“I’m yours, Declan,” she whispers.
Her words undo me.
I rub her clit hard as I drive into her. I feel her pussy tighten on me and she cries out. We both do.
The faster I rub her sensitive clit, the faster I fuck her.
“I’m so close,” she shouts.
“Give it to me, baby. Your orgasms belong to me now, so give me what is mine,” I demand.
Her eyes lock with mine, and she comes undone. “Declan!”
Her release continues, and it rips mine from me. Hard and fast.
“Fuck, Lena!”
We hold onto each other as we both ride out wave after wave of our orgasms. Our breathing is heavy, our bodies are sweaty, and our hearts are pounding so hard it’s impossible not to feel the others.
I pull back and stare down at the beautiful, sexy woman beneath me.
She’s mine.
She smiles at me and rests her hand on my cheek. “If I’m yours, that means you’re mine.”
I smirk and press a soft kiss to her lips. “Sure, baby.”
Her eyes search mine, her expression a bit more serious. “Say it. Tell me you’re mine,” she says, repeating my words.
My fingers sink into her hair, and I move closer to her lips. “I’m yours, Lena. Always have been, always will be.”
I kiss her, letting her know with this kiss that my words are true.
She has no idea what she means to me, but she will.
Soon enough, she’ll understand.
The sun barely filters through the slats in the blinds, casting soft light across her bare back where she’s sprawled on her stomach, half tangled in my sheets. Her hair’s a mess, one leg is kicked out, and my shirt is halfway down her shoulder.
And she’s never looked more perfect.
I lean against the doorframe for a second, just taking it in.
She told me she’s mine, and it should be enough.
But all I want now is more.
More of her stretched out in my bed. More of her soft laugh and sleepy kisses. More mornings like this.
Her arm shifts, fingers searching the sheets beside her.
“Declan?” she mumbles, voice thick with sleep.
“I’m right here, baby.”
She rolls onto her side, blinking up at me with that slow, lazy smile that punches straight through my ribs. “You watching me sleep like a weirdo?”
I smirk, walking over and crawling back into bed. “Nah. Just memorizing this view in case I never get it again.”
She narrows her eyes. “That’s dramatic. And grossly sweet. Who even are you in the morning?”
I pin her under me, nose brushing hers. “The guy who wants to spend the entire weekend in bed with you.”
Her eyes light up. “Yeah?”
“Thought we could lay low. Order food. Watch movies. Do other things.”
“Other things?” She lifts an eyebrow as she grinds her hips up into mine. “Sounds vague. But I’m intrigued.”
I groan, catching her wrists and pushing them above her head, teasing her mouth with mine. “You’re insatiable.”
“And you love it.”
“Damn right.”
I kiss her long and slow, then finally roll out of bed. “Come on. I’m making breakfast. Hope you’re into pancakes.”
She wraps a sheet around herself and follows me, and fuck if watching her pad through my place like she belongs here doesn’t do things to me I’m not ready to admit.
We move around the kitchen in sync. Me flipping pancakes, her stealing bites, and dancing barefoot to the old rock playlist I’ve got playing. She laughs when I catch her eating chocolate chips straight from the bag.
She’s sunshine in my space. Messy, beautiful chaos.
And I don’t want it to end.
We eat on the couch, her legs draped over mine, both of us sticky with syrup and trading bites of bacon.
“So,” she says between chews. “The whole weekend? You’re mine?”
I hesitate.
And she notices. Of course she does.
“Declan…”
“I am,” I say, running a hand through my hair. “Mostly.”
She frowns. “Mostly?”
“There’s something I gotta do. Saturday night. It’s club business.”
Her nose scrunches. “Like Shattered Souls business?”
I nod. “Yeah.”
“What kind of business?”
I pause too long.
“Declan,” she says again, voice firmer now.
“It’s nothing shady,” I lie. “Just some shit I have to deal with. It won’t take long.”
Her expression hardens just enough to make my chest tighten. “You know how that sounds, right? Secretive as hell.”
“Baby…” I lean in and grab her hips, pulling her onto my lap. “Don’t go there.”
“I just want you to be honest with me.”
“I am.” Not completely. But I can’t be. “Club business can’t be discussed. It’s something you’re going to need to understand if this is gonna work.”
She huffs and looks away.
So I kiss her.
Not soft. Not sweet. Deep and consuming, like I’m pulling her back to me with my mouth. Her fingers dig into my shoulders, and when I pull back, she’s breathless.
“You always use kisses to win arguments?”
“Only when they work.”
She narrows her eyes, but her lips twitch.
“I’ll be back before you wake up Sunday,” I promise. “We’ll do brunch. You can wear nothing but my shirt and make me pancakes this time.”
“You’re lucky I like you,” she mutters.
I grin. “Don’t I fucking know it.”
She curls back into me, letting it go for now. I hold her tighter than I should, my mind already spinning with what I have to do tomorrow night.
Because keeping her means keeping her in the dark when it comes to the club.
I just hope she understands what happens there, stays there.