Chapter Thirty-Three
Declan
When I pulled up to Maureen’s house it was dark, except for the glow of what I knew was the fireplace. Shutting off the engine, I wearily climbed out and walked to the front door.
I tried to turn the knob, only to find it locked. Closing my eyes, I leaned my head against the door. She was pissed. I knew it might be a possibility. Martha told me she had called numerous times. When I got back to the Powell’s house, my cell started going off with all the texts she had sent me.
I should have called her immediately. I should have made sure someone had let her know where I was and what I was doing. I had asked her to meet me for lunch, then I didn’t show.
I could chalk it up to not being used to having someone to answer to, someone to worry about me. But that was a bullshit excuse. I didn’t make excuses. I owned my fuck ups.
When I heard Tucker whining at the door, I knew she was still up. I didn’t say a word, waiting to see if she would let me in.
When the door opened, there was so much I wanted to say, but words were lost to me seeing her standing there. She was home. I didn’t mean I that in a ‘I thought she would be out’ kind of way.
She was my home.
She was my refuge.
My shelter in the storm.
She was everything.
It was at that moment I realized just how much I had fucked up. I owed her more than a cursory text or phone call letting her know where I was. She deserved to know she came first.
“What happened?”
She pulled me inside and closed the door. I gathered her in my arms and buried my face in her neck, breathing her in.
“It’s been a long fucking day, and I will tell you all about it, but right now, I just need to be inside you.”
I kissed her like it was the first time. Lifting her in my arms, her legs went around my waist. With my hands on her ass, I walked us to her room and laid her on the bed.
“Stay there,” I commanded. Then walked out of the room.
Tucker was on the couch watching me. I gave him an ear rub, promised I would let him in soon, then walked back to Maureen, closing the door behind me. Sitting on the chair in the corner, I removed my boots. When I stood and started to remove my clothes, she watched me.
Her eyes traveled over my body, stopping when they reached my hand as I fisted my cock.
I released a deep groan when she bit her lip. Why was that so fucking sexy? I took in every inch of her luscious form. She didn’t move as I held her imprisoned with my leering gaze.
I hesitated to move forward. Everything I learned today, which wasn’t much, made me angry. I could feel the rage of what that woman might have gone through searing through my veins.
Frozen in my spot, afraid to be too rough, I just stood there, stroking myself as I silently asked her for something I couldn’t put into words. All I knew was I needed her to douse this fire within me. She was my peace.
She crawled to me, getting off the bed and standing in front of me. When her hands delicately touched my chest, I felt myself losing control of the storm that was brewing.
Maureen pushed me back to the chair, and I sat. Taking my hands in hers, she placed them both on the arms of the chair.
“Don’t move,” she whispered.
I couldn’t if I tried. My control was hanging on by a thread, and I knew if I moved, if I reached for her, it would snap.
So I sat, and I watched her. She stepped back and lifted her shirt. I clocked her hands and followed as they moved up her waist, continuing over her chest, revealing her breasts to my line of sight. Her arms raised until the shirt was over her head, and she tossed it at me, where it landed on my lap.
Still I didn’t move.
Her hands went to her shorts. Those tiny fucking shorts she wore. She slid them down her long, thick thighs until they pooled at her ankles. She lifted one foot, removing it from its confinement. With her other foot, she lifted the shorts, kicking them forward, where they landed on my face.
My hand moved quickly, grabbing them, pressing them against my nose so I could inhale her sweet scent.
“Uh, uh, uh,” she admonished, taking the shorts from me. “I said don’t move.” She replaced my hand on the arm of the chair. Then placed her hands on my knees. She spread them wide, kneeling between them.
“Fuck, Reenie,” I rasped.
Reaching forward, Maureen wrapped her hand around my cock. She squeezed and looked up at me, her bottom lip caught between her teeth. My hand moved of its own volition, and my thumb tugged her lip free.
“You aren’t supposed to move.” She smiled.
“You keep biting that lip and I’ll come before you get near me with it.” I returned my hand to the arm of the chair and waited. Maureen looked at me through hooded eyes, and the tip of her tongue slipped out to wet her lips.
Good God. I wasn’t sure how much more I could take when she dipped her head and her tongue slipped out again. Only this time, it slid across the head of my dick.
“Fuck,” I growled. It took everything in me to keep my eyes open so I could watch her. I squeezed the arms of the chair, trying to keep myself from reaching out to touch her.
Her hand made a slow, firm stroke from the root to the tip as she licked the head once more, before she wrapped her lips around it.
“Jesus Christ, Reenie.”
I watched, captivated, as her lips stretched over the head of my dick. I had to close my eyes to keep myself from coming down her throat as my cock disappeared.
The feel of her tongue sliding along the underside of my shaft as her head bobbed up and down was more than I could take. My head fell back against the chair as my hand cupped the back of her head, and I held her in place for the briefest moment.
Releasing her, I brought my other hand over, gathering her hair to hold in my fist. I stared down into her eyes as she sucked my dick into her throat.
The growl that rumbled up from my chest was a sound unlike any I had ever made before. This woman made me feral. I wanted to own her, dominate her. But more than that, I wanted to cherish her, protect her. I wanted to be the one who gave her everything her heart desired.
Tugging her hair, I pulled her off my dick. “Enough.”
She sat back on her feet, her eyes cast down to the floor as I stood.
“Eyes up, baby.” When she looked at me, I said, “Don’t ever make yourself less for me.” I held out my hand, and when she took it, I helped her to her feet. Walking her backward to the bed, my pulsating dick swinging between us, I lifted under her arms and tossed her.
Her gasp as she hit the mattress drew a savage smile from my lips. That was one of the many sounds I wanted to hear from her lips. I climbed onto the bed, crawling over her like a predator. A lion creeping over its prey, ready to devour.
And I did.
I devoured her lips, tasting her with my tongue. Nipping at her lips while my hands roamed over her curves. Taking a nipple between my index and thumb, I squeezed and twisted. Rolling it around, pulling a whimper from her throat.
“Declan…”
“Shh, it’s my turn now.” Holding myself up with one hand, the other grabbed my cock and lined it up with her entrance. She was so wet that when I slid inside her it was smooth.
“Fuck.” I watched as my dick disappeared inside her pussy. With every withdrawal, I could see her cream coated along the shaft. With every push inside her, she moaned, and it was music to my ears.
I leaned into her, my mouth close to her ear, and I whispered, “You like my cock inside your pussy, Reenie? You like feeling me fill you up?”
“Yes,” she breathed. “Oh God, Declan.”
I slid my hand under her ass, lifting her just enough to hit the spot I knew would make her explode, and I wasn’t disappointed when she screamed out my name.
“DECLAN!”
I crashed my mouth onto hers as I fucked her harder and faster. I needed my release now that she’d had hers. My thrusts became shaky and frantic as I chased the feeling of euphoria I found inside this woman’s body.
I felt the quiver as it started in my spine; I was close. I was almost there. Increasing my speed and the force of my thrust, I reared back, sliding in as far as my body would allow, and felt every pulse as I emptied my balls into her.
My body crumbled onto the bed beside her, and I didn’t hesitate to pull her close. Our bodies were slick with sweat, but I needed to touch her. I needed to hold her. With her head on my chest, she wrapped an arm around my waist.
“You ready to talk about today?”
No, I wasn’t. I ignored the question and focused on her.
“The kitchen looks great.”
I felt her smile against my chest. “You noticed.”
“I notice everything about you, baby.” I kissed the top of her head. I needed to tell her about today. Running my hand down my face, I let out a long breath. “We found a body on a ranch outside of town.”
Maureen leaned up on her elbow to look me in the eye. “A body?”
Nodding, I shared with her everything that happened today.
“I’m so sorry for missing lunch. Martha told me you called numerous times, but I hadn’t told her about you yet, so she gave you the standard answer. I will fix that tomorrow.”
“I was just so worried when I hadn’t heard back from you.”
“Next time, Martha will give you the information you need so you don’t worry. Cell service wasn’t good where we were, so I didn’t get calls or texts until I got back to the ranch.”
“Do you know who she was?”
“No. Tomorrow, I have to go to the clubhouse and tell King.”
“You still haven’t talked to him, have you?”
She must have felt me tense, because she started rubbing small circles on my chest with her fingertips.
“No.” My fingertips skimmed up and down her spine as I thought about my little brother.
King was still refusing to speak to me. I wouldn’t tell her that, though. She didn’t need to be angry at him. This was my fault.
The truth was, once he joined the Silver Shadows, I could have told him. He didn’t have the option of leaving once he had patched in, so there was no worry he would go to Boston and become his father.
But it could have created an ally between the two, and that was the excuse I used to keep the secret. A secret that came back and bit me in the ass. That was the thing about secrets, they never stayed hidden.