35. Chapter 35
Chapter 35
DECLAN
T wo days later, I drive Bailey to the bus station with Vivian. My heart hurt when I saw how upset Vivian was over Bailey leaving, but I know ultimately she is happy for her friend. They hug about seventeen times in the parking lot of the terminal, and when they have done what I think is the last one, I hand a bag to Bailey.
“What’s this?” she asks me.
“A gift,” I reply.
Bailey looks inside and her eyes go wide. “Declan, this is too much.”
“What is it?” Vivian asks, and I hand her another bag. She peeks in. “A phone?”
I nod. “One for each of you, so you can stay in touch.” Both women start to argue that it’s too much and they can’t accept them, but I just ignore them.
Bailey’s bus is called and she looks nervous and anxious. Once again she hugs Vivian, and then she hugs me. I stiffen at the encounter. “Thanks, Declan, you aren’t quite the asshole you pretend to be,” she says, and with one final hug to Vivian, Bailey boards her bus. We stay until it is gone.
Vivian turns to me. “Declan, this is too much,” she says again, holding the phone bag out at me like it is a disease.
I take her hands and push them against the bag. “Vivian, I was buying you a phone no matter what. Not being able to get ahold of you is no longer okay with me.”
“Declan, even if I’d had a phone, I would have still been asleep when the fire—”
“I don’t care,” I grind out through my teeth, not wanting to relive the fact that I almost lost her. “I want you to be able to call if you need something, and I want to be able to call you when I miss your voice.” It may be the cheesiest thing that has ever come out of my mouth, but it is absolutely true.
“Then aren’t you going to be on the phone all the time?” she asks me, and I smile, a real smile. A smile like I haven’t in years, all the relief of having Vivian back in my life and with me radiating out of me. “Oh, wow, that gave me the rare Declan smile, teeth and all,” she remarks in awe.
I cover her mouth with mine and spin her back into my car. She and Bailey basically had a two-day sleepover since I left them in my apartment, but I am ready to have my girl back. And fuck, I love that she is my girl. Thinking about the fire and how for a split second I’d thought I had lost her has flipped a switch in me, and I can no longer just muddle along in my feelings. I am all in.
“Let’s go home, Baby,” I say as I open the door for her and she slides inside. I have yet to mention it, but I want Vivian to stay at my place, to live with me. I’m not sure if it will scare her off to tell her this so soon after we’ve reconnected, so I plan to tread lightly on the topic until she brings up apartment hunting again. Thankfully she hasn’t mentioned it at all since she has been preoccupied in the last few days.
I get in the driver’s seat and check my phone. No messages. Ever since the fire, I, along with my brothers and whoever else I could spare, have been on the hunt for Tim, the fucking landlord. And when I find that stupid son of a bitch, he’s going to be so fucking sorry. There is little doubt in my mind that he lit that building, and while that is overall an improvement, the fact that he had done that with people inside is fucked up, and he deserves to be pummeled into the ground for that alone. But the fact that Vivian was in there and almost didn’t make it out means that the motherfucker has a death wish.
I hold Vivian’s hand as I drive, bringing it to my mouth to kiss it. Being with her makes me happy; just being in her presence brings me a peace I’ve never found with another person. And right now I need all the peace I can get after thinking about Tim.
I have this desperate need to give Vivian the world and protect her. I want her to live with me, and I want her to have everything she needs, like the phone. I want to get her a whole new wardrobe and teach her to drive a car, and then give her a car. I want to take care of her and give her a place where she can finally feel safe and at home. A place where she will want to unpack her backpack.
When we get to my apartment, Vivian drops her backpack and leans to take out her textbooks. “We should work on the project,” she says with her back to me.
I remove the textbook from her hand and throw it to the floor, ignoring her sounds of disgust and lifting her in my arms, crashing my mouth into hers. She makes a futile attempt to push me back, but I just walk her toward my room and she eventually gives in, wrapping her legs around my waist.
I’m so fucking hard. It’s been days since I’ve touched her, and she has been so close the entire time. I wanted her to have her time with Bailey, and she had. Now I want to fuck her senseless, make her exhausted with pleasure, and use multiple orgasms to convince her she belongs here, with me, forever.
I grind my denim-covered cock into her core, and her legs tighten around me as I lay us down onto the bed. She pushes her hands under my shirt, and I love the way they feel against my skin. I lean up and take my shirt off, and Vivian follows my lead, getting rid of her shirt too. She traces my falcon tattoo on the center of my chest, and I watch her face, then let my gaze slide down to her chest and drink in her incredible breasts.
I bend my head and take a peaked nipple into my mouth, and Vivian’s hands freeze on my chest then move into my hair. She makes short, breathy sounds as I lavish attention on one nipple and then move to the other.
“Declan,” Vivian whimpers. “I need you,” she confesses as she rubs herself shamelessly against me.
“Yeah?” I ask against her nipple, and she makes a noise that sounds pained. I move back up her body and cover her mouth with mine, swallowing her sounds as I tease one breast, massaging it, running my calloused palm over her nipple. “Are you wet for me, Baby? Because I have been so fucking hard all day thinking about your wet pussy,” I say against her lips.
She whimpers at my words and kisses me feverishly.
I reach between us and undo the button on her jeans. Vivian reaches down to help me, but she is too frenzied. I grab both of her wrists and pin her to the bed, holding them in one hand. “Sorry, Baby, I want to enjoy myself,” I say as I move my mouth back down her throat and resume slowly unzipping her jeans.
“We can go slower next time,” she says, flexing her hips up to try and increase the speed in which I remove her jeans. “Please just fuck me now,” she begs.
I smile against her throat. “Don’t worry, Baby, I’m going to make you feel so good, I promise.” I slide my hand around to her jeans, pushing them down as I do. Once there is enough room, I reach in to feel my girl, and she is slick with her need. “Oh, Vivian, you are so ready for me,” I tell her as I slide my fingers lightly over her, pressing just enough into her clit and then going lower, making her groan. I move my mouth down her body and pull her jeans down and off as I do.
I release her hands, put her thighs over my shoulders, and lean down to her weeping pussy. I kiss her inner thigh on one side of her, the smell hypnotizing me, but I move over the promised land and place another kiss on her other inner thigh, and finally I drop my lips gently on her folds.
Vivian sighs with relief, her body relaxing in my arms as I move my mouth over her, my tongue leisurely studying every part of her. I move over her clit and tease it lightly. I want to make her spent with need, but the sounds she’s making are just pushing me close to the edge. My cock strains against my zipper, and I work to keep my body still, for fear that any friction will have me come before I have even gotten my cock out.
I slide a finger up and inside of Vivian as I move my lips over her clit, working her with my tongue at a steady pace. Vivian writhes against my mouth and hand, chasing her release. I add another finger and slide in as I suck on Vivian’s clit, and she starts to shudder, her walls clutching my fingers. Her moans and breaths come quicker as I curl my fingers inside of her and she flies apart.
“Declan,” Vivian cries as she explodes against my mouth.
The sound of my name on her lips as she comes is almost my undoing. My cock has had it with waiting. I fumble with my jeans as I race to open them and shove them quickly off. I crawl up Vivian and kiss her as I slide my painfully hard cock into her slick satin channel. It feels unbelievable; it has never felt this amazing, this close.
And I realize I am not wearing a condom.
I have never, ever had sex without a condom since I punched my V-card at 15. And I am completely paralyzed as my mind wars with my body. Vivian notices I have frozen, and she places soft kisses along my jaw.
“What’s wrong?” she asks, her voice still breathy.
“I need to get a condom,” I say, my voice coming out so strained, I don’t recognize it with my own ears.
Vivian locks eyes with me, and she licks her lips. “I’m on birth control,” she says. “I’ve gotten the shot since I was sixteen.”
My brain cannot compute what is happening or what she is saying. I need it totally spelled out for me. “What are you saying?”
“We don’t have to use one, unless you want to,” she tells me, as she clenches around me.
I shudder and close my eyes. “Are you sure?” I ask. I can’t look at her, because it clouds my thoughts. Some primal unevolved portion of my brain wants me to keep going.
But when Vivian says yes, I look right at her and move myself back and almost all the way out of her, then slam forward and sheath myself with her. Vivian slides her legs up and around my hips. I lean back on my knees and hold her hips up off the bed, and watch as my unsheathed cock slides in and out of her perfect pink pussy.
“Oh God, Vivian, my cock fits you so fucking perfectly,” I say as I slide almost all the way out and sink slowly back into her. I look up and see Vivian blushing from my words, her eyes closed. I can’t have that. I don’t want her to be embarrassed about anything I say about her, about us.
I move back off the bed, keeping myself inside her and taking her with me as I do until I am standing. Vivian grabs onto my biceps and wraps her legs around me with the sudden motion, and I turn us to set her on the edge of my dresser. The height is perfectly at my hips, and I slide out and back into Vivian.
I move a hand into her hair. “Look, Baby,” I say, pointing her face down to see where we are connected. “Look how perfect we fit together. Look how beautiful you are.”
Vivian watches as I move in and out of her, the slow movements making me sweat as I try to hold on to control. I look away from us to see Vivian lick her lips. “That’s so hot,” she says.
It’s too much; I can’t hold back anymore. I claim her mouth and tilt Vivian’s hips back just slightly and pick up the pace. “Come for me again, Baby. Come on my cock,“ I demand and hasten my pace even more.
Vivian complies, lifting herself to meet my thrusts, and I follow immediately behind her, pumping my bare cock in and out of her. I slow after I have finished and watch as our wetness seeps out around me. I kiss Vivian slowly, allowing our heartbeats to return to normal before I move out of her and carry her back to my bed.
“That was incredible,” I tell her, and Vivian nods with a small smile. I never saw her coming into my life, but now that she is here, I can’t imagine being without her.