2. Declan
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DECLAN
I steeple my fingers together and lean forward, bracing my forearms on my knees. From my seat on the front steps of Emelia’s house, I watch Hayden circle his bike for the sixteenth time and vow that if he makes another turn, I will shoot him in the foot. He leans over and tinkers with something on the handlebars.
My eyes slide down to the phone sitting on the wood beside me, still open and revealing the text we had both received about thirty minutes ago.
Another panic attack but she seems fine now.
She made me stop and get French fries…
I blow out a breath and lock the phone screen after checking the time again. Hector might be a giant cockblock and a pain in my ass, but he makes sure that Emelia is always taken care of. I bristle slightly when I think about all the times I’ve caught him staring at her longingly over the last few months. I narrow my eyes at the now black phone screen and scowl.
“Jealousy is not a good look for you, Dec,” Hayden says with a chuckle as he leans against his bike. “We share her. What’s the difference if he also shares her? If it’s what she wants…” his voice trails off.
I look up and catch the slight quirk of his lip. “She gets,” I finish the rest of the sentence for him. He is absolutely hopeless when it comes to Emelia, literally worshiping the ground she walks on.
Hayden nods once and shrugs his shoulders nonchalantly. “Who am I to judge?”
The sounds of gravel crunching underneath tires and the thunderous noise of a motorcycle engine echoes through the thick trees surrounding the house.
“Are you ready?” I ask Hayden as he slips on his helmet and climbs on his bike.
“So ready,” he responds deeply, but I still catch the delight in his voice.
“Take off. I’ll see you in a few.”
He revs the engine and surges forward, disappearing between the trees and creating his own path through the forest. I slide my helmet over my head and flip the visor down, hiding my eyes.
Emelia slides to a stop, slinging gravel with her rear tire as she does. She pulls her helmet off and narrows her green eyes at me in a suspicious glare. “What are you doing here?”
I inhale deeply through my nose and take her in silently. Her long hair is pulled back in a thick braid. Her curves are hidden under thick, black riding gear, leaving very little skin showing. I have always hated that. My eyes travel back up her body and land on her face. Her eyes, while sharp and perceptive, are surrounded by dark circles, and her face is paler than normal. “You still have some blood,” I say cooly, and gesture to the right side of her jaw, just under her ear. “Right there.”
Emelia shrugs and drops her helmet onto the seat. “He texted you. Didn’t he?” she asks pointedly.
I nod once and fold my arms across my chest.
“Fucker,” she mutters under her breath and tries to shoulder past me on the steps. I sidestep and block her path. “I really suggest you get the fuck out of the way, Declan. I’ve already murdered one person today, and I can tell you right now that I am not against doing it again.”
My teeth clench and I twist my head to the side, cracking my neck. “And I suggest,” I say darkly and lean forward until my helmet is millimeters from her nose, “you watch that attitude with me, or I’ll fuck it out of you.” I smile when she gasps softly. “You’d like that, though, wouldn’t you?”
Her eyes narrow and I can see the gears turning in her mind. I know she’s had a long day already and her mind is exhausted. She’s been running on fumes for a while now, but she struggles to give up control. While she lets me take over and dominate sometimes, other times I know it’s hard for her to surrender. Today is one of those times.
She tilts her head back to look at me, but she can’t see my face with the helmet on. All she can see is her own scowl. “About as much as I would like to run you over with a tractor trailer,” she retorts, and puts her hands on her hips. The fabric stretches over her curves as she puffs out her chest. I shift slightly as my cock hardens in my jeans.
If she’s ready for a fight, then I’m going to give her one.
“I’m going to give you a twenty second head start.” I gesture towards the forest where Hayden disappeared a few moments ago. “We’re going to play a little game.”
“What kind of game?” she asks skeptically and squares her shoulders.
“I’m going to let you run that attitude out instead of you running that mouth.” I take a step toward her, and she counters with a step back and to the right, just out of reach. Smart girl.
“And if I don’t?” Her tone is hard.
My fingers flex and then curl into fists. “I’ll put you over my knee right here on your front steps.”
Emelia’s cheeks turn a faint shade of pink and I watch her shift her legs together.
My smile widens. “You deserve several hand prints after the stunts you pulled today.” I take another step toward her and tuck my hands into my pockets, the picture of easy confidence. “The clock is ticking. I suggest you run, Princess.”
My favorite smile graces her lips as she turns and sprints into the forest, weaving through the trees until she’s out of sight.
I stroll slowly into the treeline, giving her the head start I promised. I know where she’s going. It’s where Hayden is already waiting. There’s a small clearing at the top of a hill where a willow tree grows out of an outcropping of rocks. We found her there several times right after the memorial service for Silas.
Brief flashes of Silas rise up in my memory and I fight to push them away, not keen on the grief that always follows when I think about my brother for too long. I miss him desperately, and there is a huge hole in my chest that won’t heal. It feels like it gets ripped open every night as I lie awake and think about why we sent him on that plane.
I shake my head, pulling myself out of the melancholy thoughts as I stalk through the underbrush. “You can run, Princess, but you know I’ll find you!” I call out loudly, my voice echoing in the silence. “And when I find you, I’m going to turn your ass nine different shades of red.” I step over a log and pause for a moment to listen for any signs of movement, but the woods are silent.
“And after that,” I continue and step over another fallen tree, the wood snapping under the sole of my boot, “I’m going to fuck whatever attitude is left out of you.” I’m met with more silence. “ Come out, Come out wherever you are,” I call out,and emerge into the clearing.
My eyes land on Emelia curled into Hayden’s chest with a smirk, like a kid who found ‘safe base’ during a game of tag. His fingers dance lightly along her back in a soothing motion. If his helmet were off, he would already be kissing her, but our rules are clear tonight.
Helmets on. No kissing. Stick to the roles.
Hayden is her peace, her solace.
And I am going to be her destruction.
“Looks like he found me first,” she states. “Finders, keepers. That’s the rule.” Her shoulders lift in a defiant shrug. The fuck it is.
I roll my eyes at the sheer volume of sass in this woman’s body. I can’t wait to break her and watch her come apart in my hands. “Is that what you think?” I taunt and close the distance between us in four quick strides. “That you’re safe with him?”
She straightens her spine when I stop in front of her. “I’m not that stupid,” she snaps back, a deep blush creeping up her exposed neck. “But I wouldn’t mind watching the two of you fight to see who gets me.”
“Fight? Who said anything about fighting?” My fingers close around the zipper of her jacket and drag it down the track slowly. Hayden pulls the fabric off and tosses it behind him. His gloved fingers drag slowly back up her arms, starting at her wrists and ending at the crook of her neck. “Grab her arms.”
Emelia moves to jump away, but Hayden is faster. His hands close around her upper arms and he hauls her body against his chest.
Her eyes flash and she jerks her arm once, testing Hayden’s grip. It doesn’t budge. "Et tu brute?" she whispers sarcastically. Hayden nods, but remains silent. He hasn’t made a sound since I emerged from the woods.
I smile under my helmet. “Put her across your knee and keep her still,” I order and feel my cock thickening, pressing painfully against the seam of my pants.
Hayden walks over to the rocks, dragging her with him, and sits down with his knees wide. Emelia doesn’t put up much of a fight as he lays her down across his lap. She wants this just as much as we want to give it to her. I can tell by the way she shifts her thighs together and her eyes grow hooded as she watches me slowly undo my belt and pull it through the loops.
I drape the belt over Hayden’s shoulder and dip my fingers into the waistband of her riding pants, dragging them down to her mid thighs. “You’re going to count each one. Out loud.” My hands massage her bare ass, my thumbs working the muscles until they are loose and warm.
“How many?” she asks breathlessly as she peeks at me over her shoulder.
I groan internally when my cock throbs heavily. Those ‘come fuck me’ eyes are going to be my undoing. “As many as it takes for you to understand,” I respond and snatch the belt from Hayden’s shoulder.
He chuckles and wraps her long braid around one hand, keeping her head upright as the other drapes across her back, holding her in place.
“As many as it takes for you to beg me to stop,” I growl, my voice low and deadly. She knows I mean it. I won’t stop until she lets go and surrenders. “Tell me your safeword.”
Emelia sighs and I can tell it takes her great effort not to roll her eyes at me. “My safeword is Tittiemuffins.”
I nod once and roll my eyes as Hayden chuckles again. Fucking idiot. I rear back and bring the belt down against her bare skin without warning.
SLAP!
She jerks forward and cries out at the sudden sting. I pause to let her recover. “Count them, Princess,” I remind her with a smirk.
“One,” she says through clenched teeth.
I bring the belt down again, striking her other ass cheek.
“Two.” SLAP! “Three.” SLAP! “Four,” she hisses out through clenched teeth and I know her skin is burning now. Her chin tilts up as Hayden pulls her head back by her braid.
“That’s a good girl, Angel.” His deep voice makes her shiver beneath my palms.
My cock throbs again as I watch her body shudder on his lap. I rear back and deal out three more harsh blows. Her bare skin turns a brilliant shade of red everywhere the belt has made contact, and it’s driving me insane. I want to just bury my dick inside her.
“Five. Six. Seven,” she exhales the breath she was holding and shifts her hips, trying to find friction against Hayden’s leg.
“You’re doing so well,” Hayden whispers, and tugs on her braid again, his other hand tracing slow lines along the back and side of her neck.
She moans and her eyes flutter closed, already so close to caving. SLAP! “Eight.” SLAP! “Nine.” SLAP! “Ten,” she groans out and her hips jerk forward.
Hayden’s fingers massage the sensitive spot on her neck as I drop the belt and work my hands over her red ass. “You’re so beautiful when you break, Angel. Come on, break for us.” He leans forward slightly and pulls her head back again by her braid. He wraps his other hand around her throat, cutting off her air supply. “Let me hear how pretty you beg.”
She shakes her head slightly and closes her eyes, ever the fighter.
I pull my hand back and deliver four more quick smacks, my palm stinging from the force. My dick throbs painfully as I watch the red handprints blossom over her skin.
“Eleven, twelve, thirteen, fourteen,” she hisses through clenched teeth. Her face turns bright red as Hayden cuts off her oxygen again.
“Be a good girl for me, Angel,” Hayden coaxes and tugs at her braid, gently pulling her head back even further.
I swing my hand down one more time, slapping my palm across her abused skin.
Emelia groans again, shifting her weight and seeking some relief from the pressure no doubt building in her core. I know I’m about to implode if she doesn’t crack soon. “Fifteen. Please. No more. Please, please,” she whispers and I watch her body sag against Hayden’s leg.
“Get her pants off,” I whisper huskily and work my own pants down my legs.
“You did so well, Angel, hold out for us okay?” Hayden whispers and strips the rest of her clothes off, tossing them on top of her discarded jacket. He spins her around and sets her on his lap facing me with her legs on either side of his. “Hold onto me, okay?” He takes her arms and lifts them until they are wrapped around his neck.
I take in the sight of her gloriously naked body, stretched out on his lap. With her arms like that, her breasts are pushed out and her nipples are just begging to be sucked. But I can’t, because I’m still wearing my helmet.
This is the first time I consider that this is a stupid idea. Fucking helmets. Fucking masks. What kind of kink is this anyway?
Hayden pulls his knees apart, spreading her open for me, and holds her hands firmly in place behind his neck.
“Please,” she moans and cants her hips in a slow circle. “Declan, please.”
And my resolve shatters. I was planning to take this slow and torture her even further for being a brat, but the way she says my name has my dick dripping precum and aching to fill her pussy. “You’re so gorgeous when you beg, Princess,” I say as I bend my knees slightly so I can line myself up with her entrance.
She moans at the contact and shifts her hips, rubbing her wetness against the head of my cock as it throbs in response. “Declan,” she whispers and drops her head back onto Hayden’s shoulder as I push slowly into her.
I slide in until I’m balls deep and then pause, feeling her walls flutter around my hard cock. “She’s so close already,” I say to Hayden, who nods once. “God, Princess. You love it don’t you?”
She nods frantically and moves her hips in a figure eight motion, seeking relief for the tension building. I grab hold of her hips and start a brutal pace, shifting her slightly on Hayden’s lap with each thrust.
“Fucking shit,” Hayden mutters and I watch his hips twitch as her ass grinds against his erection. “Atta girl, take him, and once he’s done… I’ll fill you up with mine too.” He groans when I give a particularly hard thrust, sending her against him harder.
My cock swells inside her as I pound away, my eyes glued to her tits as they bounce with each thrust of my hips. My balls draw up and a shudder races down my spine as I approach the edge. “Come on, Princess, milk my cock,” I whisper as her pussy tightens and I feel the first throb of her orgasm. “Fuck,” I groan and slow my pace, spilling inside her. She lets out a piercing scream followed by a groan as her walls clamp down repeatedly, drawing every drop of cum out of me. My cock gives a final twitch, sending one final jet of cum inside her.
I pull out with a low growl and cover her opening with my fingers, holding my cum inside. “Hold it in there for me, baby girl, I want him to feel it when he fucks you.” Her legs tremble and she hums weakly.
Hayden shivers and lets go of her arms, letting them fall to her sides. “You did so well. I am so proud of you,” he whispers as she stands on shaky legs.
I reach out and pull her against me as she sways on her feet. That was one hell of an orgasm. I’m not sure how she’s even standing at all. She squeezes her thighs together as Hayden pulls his pants down. “Ride him, baby. Put him out of his misery.”
Hayden fists his cock in his gloved hand and opens his free arm for her. She climbs back onto his lap and sits down on his cock with ease, my cum oozing out around him.
Fucking shit, that is so sexy.
My dick twitches again as I pull my pants on and watch the two of them lose themselves in gentle thrusts and his worshiping praises. I start the trek back to her house to set up a bath and heat up the pizza we brought. She deserves a rest after that performance. Hayden will bring her back on his bike when they’re finished.
Emelia’s scream echoes through the forest, sending birds scattering into the sky. I remove my helmet and smile at Hayden’s echoing shout, knowing they’ll be along eventually.
I never thought I’d share a woman with my best friend, but that shit was some of the hottest sex I’ve ever had. I’m still grinning when I unlock the door to her house and step inside to drop my helmet on the table. I stop dead, helmet hung in midair, and size up the man currently standing in the kitchen with a pizza stone in hand. “Hector,” I say smoothly and finish setting my helmet down. He narrows his eyes at me and cracks his neck to the side.
Fucking cockblocker.