Chapter Thirty
Maureen
Declan’s hands moved slowly over the buttons of his shirt. He was taking his time to torture me, and despite how eager I was to feel him inside me, I loved watching him undress.
When his shirt fell off his shoulders, he revealed his broad, muscular chest. For fifty years old, Declan was still every bit as fit as the younger guys in the club.
My eyes traveled over his finely sculpted muscles. My eyes fixated on his tattoos. One stood out. It was a large eagle covering one side of his chest. The eagle’s head had been inked onto his shoulder while the body spread out over his pecs. In its mouth, the eagle held an American flag that hung down his arm. It was designed in black and white, aside from the thin blue line that cut through the flag. A homage to his chosen profession.
That was when I realized I hadn’t thought about Declan being a cop. Not since Sal had been here. Hearing Sal speak to Blade the way he did, knowing his brother the cop was in the room, had me pausing.
Sal trusted Declan completely. Not because he was a corrupt cop, but because he was his brother. Declan wasn’t dirty. He was honorable and good. But his life wasn’t black and white. It couldn’t be. Not with the man he raised as his own, living a life on the wrong side of the law for so many years. Not with the older brother who he adored as a child, living the life he did.
“Hey, Reenie.”
I looked up at Declan. His belt and jeans hung open, his black boxers peeking out. His chest was bare as he watched me.
“Where did you go?”
I wasn’t sure how to explain it to him. How could I tell him I accepted his path in life in a way that let him know it would never come between us? My eyes watered at the thought. I had accepted Duane’s life because it was expected of me. It was all I’d ever known.
I was never given another choice. And while I loved Duane and lived a happy life with him, what I felt for Declan was so much more. Maybe because it was my choice. Duane may have led me here, but I made the choice to move.
Being in Nebraska these past few weeks. Getting to know the man that was once the boy I thought I loved had shown me a different side of myself. A side where I got to choose everything. The home I lived in, the people I surrounded myself with, the man I chose to love.
I didn’t have to decide on a person’s place in my life based on judgments and traditions that were instilled into me my whole life. I could choose to get to know that person’s character and decide if they fit.
“Reenie?”
The concern on his face had me up on my knees in an instant. Crawling to the edge of the bed, I leaned up and took his face in my hands.
“I love you, Declan,” I whispered. “I’ve always loved you.”
His hands went to my waist, and he tugged me against him. When he kissed me, it was hungry, carnal. It spoke of years of yearning. Years of what could have been. It told me what life would be like now, with him in it.
“I love you, Reenie. Lay back.”
Declan removed his jeans while I laid back and watched. His boxers were next. I gaped at him. I had felt him against me multiple times. Still, nothing could have prepared me for his size.
Duane wasn’t small, but he wasn’t Declan.
Why are you comparing them?
Because he is all I have to compare.
Duane shouldn’t be in your head right now.
I know that, stupid.
Then focus!
I was reprimanding myself in my head. When I caught the smirk on Declan’s face as he stroked his cock, I wondered if he could read my thoughts.
“You ok, Reenie?”
“Um hmm.” I nodded, my eyes transfixed on his hand as it moved up and down his thick shaft.
His chuckle brought my head up, and I narrowed my eyes.
“Are you laughing at me?”
“No, baby. That look on your face when your eyes are on my cock makes me feel about ten feet tall.”
“Well, with the size of that thing, I don’t know how you’re not ten feet tall.” Then I smiled at him, biting my lip because I loved the way his eyes darkened with hunger when I did.
Declan placed his knee on the bed and moved over me. Settling himself between my thighs, I felt him against my entrance. Just the feel of the head against my opening had every nerve in my body waking up.
Declan took my mouth in a searing kiss before moving back to my breasts. Focusing his attention once again, alternating between each nipple, causing my back to arch. My hips lifted, trying to force him to enter me.
“Slow down, baby. Have to make sure you’re ready.”
“I’m ready, dammit.”
“I don’t want to hurt you.”
“Fucking hurt me, Declan. Tear me in two. I want to feel you inside me for days after.”
“You’ll feel me inside of you every fucking day from now on,” he rasped as he entered my body, and I screamed.
“Oh God. Fuck.”
“Are you ok?”
I couldn’t say more, so I simply nodded. The feel of him as he impaled me had pushed all rational thought from my mind. I couldn’t speak. Couldn’t think. I could only feel.
Him.
All of him as he moved in and out of my body. I could only lay there as he had his wicked way. Declan lifted my legs over his shoulders and he plowed into me.
My breath became erratic as the pleasure began to build once more. My hands fisted in the blanket under me as Declan pounded into me. His balls slapping against my ass as he lifted me higher, changing the angle, hitting a spot I had never experienced before.
My body thrummed, and my pussy clenched around him.
“Yes, Reenie. I want to watch you come on my cock. Let me feel you soak my dick.” Declan thrust faster.
My chest began to heave. I felt the familiar tingle spreading out from my core. Explosions of light broke behind my eyes, like tiny bursts of energy. But when Declan pressed his thumb to my clit, rubbing small, firm circles, my body became a fiery frenzy of pleasure.
My body tensed, and my mouth hung open as the waves of pleasure swept me away. When my body finally settled, Declan let my legs fall, pulling out of me.
I laid there, unable to move, when suddenly I was being flipped over and Declan grabbed my hips, pulling my ass up as he sank into me again.
“Declan, I can’t.”
“You can, baby. One more.”
“I can’t. I’ll just lay here. Do what you have to do,” I cried.
“Not a chance.”
Declan reached under me. With his hand between my breasts, he lifted me so my back was against his chest. His hand moved to my throat, holding me against him while he entered and withdrew over and over, once again hitting my insides in ways I never knew possible. I felt the fire coursing through me again.
“Come on, baby, give me one more. Squeeze my cock. I want your pussy to strangle me and suck me dry.”
“Declan!”
“That’s it, baby, I want you to scream my name. My name, Reenie!”
“Declan, I... oh God... DECLAN!”
I felt him falter as I screamed out his name. His hand moved to my back, and he pushed me into the mattress. He began to piston in and out quickly, before he went rigid, buried deep inside of me as he exploded with his own release, painting my insides.
Declan collapsed over me, panting so hard I was concerned for his heart. Hey, we weren’t as young as we used to be, and what I just experienced was probably not meant for couples our age.
Declan pulled me close to him, wrapping me in his arms as we both drifted off to sleep, satisfied in a way I had never felt before.
Not long after we had fallen asleep, a scratching noise, followed by whimpering woke me. Quietly slipping out of bed so as not to wake Declan, I opened the bedroom door and was greeted by Tucker.
Chuckling, I told him to come in, and he hopped up on the bed. Tucker had been sleeping in bed with me since Banshee brought him here, and I wasn’t changing that simply because I had a guest.
When Tucker launched himself on the bed, I heard a grunt and then a groan.
“I’m gonna fucking kill Banshee.”
“Why?” I climbed back into the bed and snuggled up to Declan. Tucker decided he wanted to snuggle as well, and he wormed his way between us. His cold, wet nose rubbed against Declan’s cheek.
Opening one eye to peek at me, he groaned, “He’s why. Tucker, floor!” he said firmly, pointing to the floor.
Tucker jumped off the bed and sat on the floor, watching us.
“That’s not fair. He sleeps here with me.”
“Not anymore. We will get him a bed for the corner.”
“You don’t get to decide where my dog sleeps.” I smacked his chest, and he caught my hand in his.
Pulling me across his chest, he whispered, “That dog is not sleeping in this bed while you’re riding my cock. So, choose wisely, baby.”
I bit my lip, then looked at Tucker. He was sitting on the rug at the end of the bed. I looked back at Declan and saw the heat in his eyes.
“Lay down, Tucker.” I smiled, and Declan pulled me over so I straddled him.
“Good choice.”