Chapter 14 #2
It feels like he put in thought. “My favorite things, flowers and birds to give me nightmares, I love it.”
He takes his scotch that Brent offers him as they reappear, but I still feel Declan’s hand on my knee, and I don’t think he has any plans of removing it.
Brent and Charlotte sit down across from us. “Charlotte and I have decided that after a few rounds here, we can all move on to the club,” Brent explains with his arm hanging off the back of Charlotte’s chair. I really need to ask her if more is going on between them.
“Which club?” Declan asks before his lips hit the rim of his glass.
“Eclipse,” Charlotte states.
Declan’s mouth pauses on his glass before he slowly lowers the drink, and his body seems to tense. “That’s where you want to go?” he double-checks with Brent who smugly nods a yes.
“Violet already told me that she would go with me.” Charlotte smiles tightly at Declan, nearly proud.
“It would be fun with these two,” Brent adds.
Declan snaps his gaze to me. “You said you would go with Charlotte?”
“Yeah, why not?” I shrug.
His face turns serious. I swear I see a vein pulsing in his temple, and his eyes, good Lord, those eyes, so incredibly dark with possession.
Declan takes hold of my arm. “Excuse us for a second,” he informs Brent and Charlotte.
He pulls me up before I can protest. Declan walks in a fast stride straight to the bathrooms, dragging me close behind. He scans the area to find that it’s quiet and pushes me into a small bathroom with stone walls and acoustic music playing on the speakers.
“What the hell?” I say when I break free from his hold.
He locks the door, marches straight to me, and cradles my head in his hands. I’m beginning to believe that city-Declan is a man fueled by power, and when he’s in Lake Spark, he is a man who lets down a wall or two. Both versions of him, I seem to adore.
“Why would you go to Eclipse with Charlotte?” His voice is clipped.
“Why not? I didn’t know the name of the place. Charlotte just mentioned that she wanted to go to a club, and I said yes.”
His face softens slightly. “Wait, what kind of club do you think she wanted to go to?”
“Music, dancing, I don’t know.” I’m trying to understand what is happening.
Declan pinches the bridge of his noise and smirks. “I can assure you that’s not the kind of club she wants to go to.”
“What do you me—” Then it hits me. “Oh.” It drags out of me.
“Yeah, oh. Charlotte and Brent go there together. They like to have a lot of fun, the more the merrier. They also love to watch. My prediction is that Charlotte was going to spring this on you later in the night.”
“I guess after the last party I went to with her, I might appear willing to tag along.” Charlotte is spontaneous and likes to push my limits, but if we got there and I said no, then she wouldn’t be mad. I glance down at my shoulder to avoid his gaze. “You’re familiar with the club?”
He glances to the side. “In a past life, yes.”
“What if I do want to go?”
“Not happening on my watch.” He steps closer, heat radiating off his body. “It seems we both ended up with our friends either lying to ensure we met up tonight or they really are eager to watch us.”
I chortle a laugh because, knowing Charlotte, it’s probably option two. “Should we be flattered?”
Declan slides my hair to one side to expose the curve of my neck. “You should be. Me? I want to kill my friend out there.”
“Why?”
“Because I don’t want to share you or have anyone get a front-row seat to watch the way you come.” His fingers glide along the skin of my shoulder, and I feel my panties getting wrecked.
My breath hitches when a ripple of arousal rolls through my body. “We were just a fling, right? I’m not sure you still get to stake a claim,” I manage to rasp.
Declan dips his head down, and his teeth make contact with my skin to gently nip at my shoulder. “About that… what if we don’t stop?”
Our eyes meet again. “What do you mean?”
“I’m not the guy for romantic sunsets, but I don’t want this thing between us to end. Tell me you feel that way too.” His hand grips my hair behind my neck to hold me in place, while his other hand skims up my thigh. “Tell me,” he whispers with assertion.
“Were we really going to have coffee tomorrow?”
A sinister chuckle rumbles in his throat. “I was going to try. I do enjoy listening to you talk but how long we would have lasted there, I’m not sure. I had a busy week, but you stayed in my head. God, I hate the idea of anyone getting to see you looking like this.”
“That’s kind of how this goes when you’re not with someone,” I highlight the fact.
“I know, but I don’t want our week to end. We’re both single and enjoy one another, so why not keep it going?”
I smile, as I was hoping tomorrow at coffee that he would tell me he was miserable the last week without me, and it appears that is the case.
This time I’m the one stepping closer to him. “What are the rules this time?”
His thumb pushes against my bottom lip. “I don’t know. We keep going, and when one of us can’t handle it anymore, then we’re open with the other and stop.”
Risky. I know it is. But it’s also exhilarating.
I nod gently in agreement.
“I guess no coffee tomorrow.” He begins to grin and lolls his head gently to the side. “Or maybe that depends on when we actually get out of bed.”
“I’m supposed to be staying with Charlotte,” I counter with a grin.
In a flash, he spins my body to press my front against the sink, and our eyes lock in the mirror before his hand lands at the base of my throat to keep me in place. He urges my body to bend forward as he yanks at my panties under my dress.
“You’re not staying with her. Nor are you going anywhere with her.”
“What if I want to watch or be watched. Can we go if I promise nobody can touch me but you?” I’m challenging him or maybe deep down a desire swirls and inches to the surface.
The feeling of his hard cock nudges my lower back. “Are you trying to test me?” he grits out. “Not funny.”
“Whatever will I do to occupy my Saturday night then?” I play coy.
The sound of his buckle weakens me in the knees. “Allow me to take you right here because fuck their idea of fun.”
Staring at us in the mirror, I appreciate the fact that both of our faces demonstrate a lustful need for each other.
His hands dig into my hips to position me better in an angle, with the tip of his cock sliding along my slit. “Shit, condom.”
“Pill,” I answer. Concern flickers in his face, and I remember what he once shared with me. “I take it religiously, you can check my purse.”
His face softens as he scoffs a sound. “Of everyone, I trust you the most.” His tone is full of reverence.
“And we know that we’re both safe, since…” We both look in the mirror and laugh. We had to prove our health check before the party, and we’ve only been with one another since.
“Watch in the mirror while I fuck you, Vi,” he demands.
The moment he pushes into me, I’m thankful for the sink as my support.
“Watch us,” he encourages. “We look good together.”
Yeah. Yeah, we do.
Everything inside of me shoots a warning flare, but equally, instinct tells me to hang on because just maybe this could be more.