22. Chapter 21
Chapter 21
Savannah
I watch as Declan walks around his room, pulling out clothes for me to wear. Then, it hits me like a ton of bricks that he has clothes in my size in his closet and drawers. What the hell? Looking at him, I see when he realizes that I’m not happy.
My heart pounds in my chest as anger crashes over me like a wave. The room suddenly feels suffocating, and I can feel the heat rising in my cheeks. My hands clench into fists, and I fight to keep my voice steady. “How could you?” I whisper, my voice filled with disbelief and hurt.
“How could I do what?” he replies, his eyebrows furrowing in puzzlement.
“Don’t play dumb with me, Declan James Walker.”
“The only person who uses my full name is my mom, and I’m usually in trouble when she does.”
“Oh, you’re in trouble alright. How could you?”
“I can’t comprehend why you’re upset when it was clear from the beginning that I had powerful feelings for you and wanted us to be together. Why is this—” he gestures to the garments he’s laid out “—an issue? I thought you had accepted that I would stop at nothing until I had you in my grasp.”
“So, this is how you treat me?” I snap back, feeling hurt and betrayed by someone I thought was obsessed with me.
“What the fuck are you talking about? Of course it is. You aren’t making any sense, Savannah.”
“You are giving me another woman’s clothes to wear, you asshole. I’m not wearing your ex’s clothes or your whore’s clothes and, frankly, if you felt the need to keep another woman’s clothes, then you aren’t ready for a relationship with me.”
Declan’s eyes widen with delight, and laughter erupts from his core.
“Declan,” I caution sternly, “this is not a joke.” How can he expect me to be okay with wearing his whore’s clothing? It’s a painful reminder of Declan’s past with other women and something that bothers me. He is mine, and I won’t tolerate him being with anyone else ever again.
“It’s so funny. You think these are Lisa’s clothes or someone I was sleeping with?” He continues laughing, which just pisses me off even more .
“Well, aren’t they?”
“Fuck no. These clothes were bought and paid for with you in mind.”
Declan walks over, placing his hands on my hips and pulling my body into his. “How could you think I would do that to you? You are all I think about, and I would never disrespect you that way. Anything that bitch left in my house got thrown away long ago.”
As I take a deep breath and release it with a sigh of relief, I’m astounded by the intensity of my anger towards the idea of him being involved with other women. Jealousy is not something that usually affects me, and I firmly believe that his past relationships are none of my business. Although we both have pasts, it continues to trouble me more than it should do.
His touch gives me goose bumps, and I can feel how badly he wants me as his hands grip my waist. The taste of him fills my senses, a heady combination of mint and musk, leaving me intoxicated and craving more. Our tongues dance in a passionate rhythm, exploring each other’s mouths with a fiery hunger. The world around us fades away, until there is only the heat of our bodies pressed together and this electric connection between us, growing stronger with each passing second. The kiss is wild and untamed. In this moment, nothing else matters except the raw intensity of our connection. My heart does a little flip in my chest, and I try to ignore the thought that I love Declan.
Just from the intensity of our kiss, I can feel a rush of desire building within me, causing a wetness to pool between my thighs and a firm pressure to tug against my belly. To mask my feelings, I pull away from Declan and avert my gaze. “You’re kidding, right?” I question, surprised that he’s already so turned on given that we’ve just had our first argument.
“Whenever I’m around you or even just thinking of you, I can’t help myself. I’m always hard. My cock is addicted to you, and only you.”
After just making a fool of myself being jealous, I feel the need to apologize.
“Declan, I’m sorry I misunderstood about the clothing. It’s just odd that you have a closet stocked with clothes that were all bought for me. Feels a little weird, if I’m honest.”
“Well then, don’t go down the hall and look at the spare bedroom,” he cautions playfully. “It’s adorned with the most pink and girly decorations I could find, fit for the most beautiful little princess in all the land.”
My eyebrows shoot up, and I say, “You didn’t?”
Declan has the sense to at least look guilty.
“Don’t be mad, but I want Kenzi to have everything we can give her.”
My heart melts. I press myself against him, feeling the warmth of his neck against my arms as our lips meet. The scent of his cologne lingers in the air as we lose ourselves in an intensity that increases with every touch and every kiss. We force ourselves to stop before we end up naked again so we can go get Kenzi.
After a night and morning spent with Declan, I’m sore in places I hadn’t even thought of. It’s a good sore, though, not like the way Derek made me feel. Declan gives me hope, and hope’s a dangerous thing for me. It means I can’t keep my walls up anymore.
This man listens to me and does things to make me happy. He remembers I want him to take charge, and he picked out my clothes this morning. Most men would have picked something slutty or dressy, but he thought only of my comfort.
We finally get to Kate’s house, and Kenzi comes running and screaming, “Deckin.”
Jumping in his arms, I’m left standing with wide eyes, not knowing how to feel about what just happened. The bond he’s formed with Kenzi over the last couple of months is clear in how accepting she is.
“Hey, Princess, we missed you,” Declan says as he pulls her into a bear hug and places a kiss on the top of her head. He walks off holding her, with Kenzi chatting a mile a minute. I hear him telling her we have plans to go out for the day. They talk like no one else is in the room, and it warms my heart to see the bond he’s formed with her. She never had that with her biological father, but this gives me hope she will have it with Declan. Maybe we will have a good man in our lives from this point on.
Kate breaks into my thoughts. “He really cares about her. Please don’t take her away from him. It will destroy him. He’s already lost one child that he thought was his.”
A tinge of pain hits me in the chest at the thought of Declan losing another child that he loves. How his ex could have done that to him, I don’t understand. She was so lucky to have a decent man who would have been a good father. I wish Derek had been half the man that Declan is.
After getting Kenzi buckled into her car seat, Declan drives us into a town over an hour away. The town is amazing. It’s bigger than Magnolia Falls and is a tourist area. We park at one end of town and walk to the other side, though there are trollies you can catch. With tons of food options, shops, an aquarium, wax museum, it’s a huge tourist trap, but Kenzi loves it.
Declan carries her most of the time, even when we are at the aquarium. While we’re there, Kenzi demands to go through the long tunnel under the shark tank several times. Declan never loses his temper and is so patient with her. I can’t believe a man is that good with a child of three years old who asks questions continually. After our visit, he takes her to the gift shop, where she shops to her heart’s content. My little girl clearly has a new obsession: sharks. Declan buys her a stuffed shark, a T-shirt with a shark on it, a necklace with a shark tooth, and a water bottle with a shark on it. Trying to convince him not to spend so much money on her is a lost cause. He’s determined to give her everything she wants.
Derek wouldn’t never do anything like this with us and he’d complain about buying anything for Kenzi. Asking him to pay for her food, clothes, toys, or even admission into a museum would have sent him into a rage.
We go to grab corn dogs for lunch and leave with a candy apple and a bag of cotton candy afterwards.
“Declan, that’s enough. You’ve spent way too much money on us today. I’ll pay you back, so just let me know how much you spent.”
Kenzi is playing with her shark across from us, and Declan is sitting in the seat beside mine when he leans over, placing his hand on my neck while slyly grabbing a handful of my hair. He uses it to turn my head towards him and whisper in my ear, “You won’t be paying anything. You and Kenzi are mine, and I’m going to buy you both whatever I want. Either you will accept whatever I give you or you will face the consequences. I can’t wait to spank your ass until it’s red.” With that he places a kiss on my cheek while smiling over at Kenzi.
The whore that I am, my panties are soaked. I’m almost panting and wondering what the hell has gotten into me besides Declan Walker and his magic dick.
“Deckin, I tired.”
“You ready to go home, Princess?” Declan smiles at her like she set the sun in the sky. Kenzi has this man wrapped around her little finger.
Shaking her head up and down, Kenzi reaches her pudgy little hands out for Declan to pick her back up. We’ve spent most of the day in town, and by the time we get back home, it will be Kenzi’s bedtime.