Chapter 15
Penny
It’s Wednesday night and I’m still reeling from the events of Sunday.
Declan kissed me.
Declan kissed me and finger fucked me.
And I liked it.
A lot.
My core clenches for the millionth time at the memory.
Declan and I didn’t talk much after we headed back inside my parent's house. We didn’t talk much on the ride home either.
And after I finally put Autumn down for bed, it only took me a matter of minutes to make myself orgasm in the shower.
I was so worked up from not being able to come that I had no problem getting myself off.
It was one of the fastest orgasms I’ve ever given myself.
“Oh, I love your outfit,” Jordan gushes from the couch as I come out of the bathroom.
I needed a little female support before my date tonight because thoughts about Declan keep running rampant through my head.
It’s not a very good thing to be thinking about one man while going out with another, and I need to snap out of it.
I haven’t told a soul that Declan and I kissed either.
I feel kind of bad that Jordan doesn’t know, but I decided that the kiss didn’t count.
It wasn’t real. Just two friends who had a lapse in judgment and didn’t know what they were doing at the time.
Have I avoided Declan for the last few days?
Yup. But what else was I supposed to do?
We’re friends for fucks sake. Our lips should have never touched.
Plus, no matter what happens, no good can come of it. Declan doesn’t want kids. Not that we’re in a relationship or anything, but you get the idea. Kissing him was a mistake. A mistake that won’t ever be repeated.
My parents took Autumn for the night, and although my mom was happy to babysit, supportive of my date, my dad, on the other hand, didn’t want to hear any details about this guy or what we were going to do.
“You don’t think it’s a little too much?” I ask, smoothing the nonexistent wrinkles out of my t-shirt dress.
“You look fuck hot. Turn around… Yeah, this guy is going to drool over you.”
I’m wearing thigh-high black boots, an oversized Nirvana shirt as a dress, and a black calf-length black cardigan. I curled my hair into beach waves and am wearing almost no makeup except for a touch of mascara and lipstick in the shade Ruby Woo.
I figured The Brewery was cursed and decided to have the guy, Wade, meet me at Paddy’s Pub.
We’ve chatted on and off for almost a week, and it’s been easy conversation.
He’s a bike shop owner near Pacific Beach and does triathlons on the weekends.
He seems like a nice guy, so we’ll see how the date goes. I’m not holding my breath, though.
I’m nervous, but it definitely can’t be as bad as the last one.
Plus, I need something to keep my mind off a certain someone next door.
And maybe tonight I’ll get lucky in every sense of the word.
Maybe this guy is going to be my Prince Charming and sweep me off my feet while simultaneously giving me the best orgasm of my life.
A girl can only dream.
I check the time on my phone and realize I need to leave.
“Okay, I will text you later. I have to head out.” I grab my black, leather fringe purse and check my reflection in the microwave door.
When I’m about to shut the front door behind me, Jordan yells out, “Don’t have too much fun.” She then cackles like she’s in on a secret that I’m not a part of.
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Wade is… nice.
He’s got dirty blonde, shaggy hair and is wearing a red and black checkered flannel and jeans.
We’ve been sitting at the bar for only five minutes, and he’s been respectful, pulling out my chair and letting me order my drink for myself. Hands down, a million percent better than my last date. But I can’t help but think something is missing.
It might be chemistry.
“I know you said over messaging that you work at a coffee shop. Is that what you’ve always wanted to do?” he asks and then takes a sip of his beer.
I nod my head and smile. “My parents own the shop and I’ve wanted to help them run it since day one,” I tell him.
“Cool.”
“How long have you had the bike shop?”
“I opened it up about four years ago,” he tells me.
I nod my head and take a sip of beer while someone takes the seat next to me. The scent of a man invades my nose, and a moment later, I hear, “Hey, Penny,” from my best friend’s boyfriend.
I turn in my seat only to find Declan sitting next to me while Lucas sits on the other side of him, smiling wide.
I blink a few times, trying to process that they’re here, in the same place as my date and me.
“Hey, Penny,” Declan says softly and then licks his lips. His tongue ring flashes, and an involuntary rush of tingles goes straight to my pussy.
I can still feel the way that tongue ring moved against my tongue the other day. All smooth and hard. God, it felt good. Too good in fact.
I immediately cross my legs, and Declan’s eyes catch the movement. His lips twitch, but he holds back a smile, like he knows the effect he has on me.
Asshole.
Wade clears his throat, and I feel bad for half a second because I kind of forgot he was here.
“Oh, um… this is Lucas, my best friend’s boyfriend, and this is Declan… my neighbor.” I point to the guys.
Wade reaches his hand across me to shake Lucas and Declan’s hands, and I watch them interact. It doesn’t escape me that Wade’s hand is extremely small in comparison to Declan’s, and I look away before my mind starts to wander to Declan fingering me with those big hands of his.
“Anyways, it’s good to see you guys–”
“Did you all grow up together?” Wade asks, interrupting me and pulling the guys into the conversation.
Lucas tells him no, and they start to have a conversation across me like I’m not here.
The only pause they take is when the bartender asks for our food order and if we want more drinks.
Wade is sucking down Long Island iced teas like they’re water, and it looks like he doesn’t plan on stopping anytime soon.
Unfortunately for me, that means I’m most likely not getting laid tonight.
I’m basically a wallflower at this point and am about to get up to go to the bathroom when a hand lands on my thigh.
My knee flies up and hits the underside of the bar top, and Wade finally takes a breath to ask if I’m okay.
I clear my throat and nod. “Yup. Totally fine.”
He goes back to talking to Lucas, and I shoot daggers at Declan. Because it was his hand that grabbed my thigh and is currently still there.
He licks his lips and takes a drink of his light beer, avoiding eye contact. I try to shake his hand off me without alerting anyone, but instead of letting go, his fingers lightly trail up… towards my center.
I reach for his hand and dig my nails into his skin, but he only finds it amusing.
While I give him the side eye, he stares forward with a smirk on his face.
“I’ve been wanting to do a triathlon. Think you can give me some tips, man?” Lucas asks loudly and then moves to Wade’s other side, so my date is facing away from me.
This is so not cool.
I feel like this was an ambush.
“What the fuck do you think you’re doing?” I ask under my breath for only Declan to hear.
He leans his head on the hand that’s not on my thigh and raises an eyebrow. “Nothing. What do you think you are doing?”
His hand creeps up my thigh further, lifting my t-shirt dress in the process. My whole body is on fire at this point, and I feel like I’m going to burst into flames from his teasing caress.
Just as his pinky is about to reach its destination, I close my thighs, trapping his hand between my legs.
“Friends don’t feel each other up,” I whisper back to him, keeping my voice low so my date doesn’t hear.
Declan leans in closer, and his lips brush against my ear. “I can’t help but wonder, are you wearing any panties under this shirt you decided to wear as a dress? Because if not, you need to be punished.”
My eyes go wide, and I choke on air. “You can’t just say shit like that, Declan,” I scold. “What the fuck is wrong with you? And get your hand off me before anyone sees.”
His eyes bore into mine before he says, “I’ll take my hand off you when you can look me in the eye and tell me you don’t want to kiss me again.”
I roll my eyes and say just that. “I don’t want to kiss you again.”
“Hmm…” he hums. “Yeah, I don’t believe you.”
I growl at him. “I’m going to the bathroom.” I go to slide off the chair, but that was one hundred percent the wrong move.
My thighs part just enough so I can scoot to the edge of the seat, which simultaneously lets his hand make contact with my pussy.
I try to retreat, but Declan clamps his hand on my thigh with his pinky resting against my slit.
“Fucking hell, Penny,” he growls. “You’re seriously sitting here without any panties on?
This isn’t even a fucking dress. It’s a damn t-shirt.
” He moves his pinky back and forth over my clit gently, totally in contrast to how mad he looks right now.
An involuntary whimper leaves my mouth, and Declan’s nostrils flare. I’m about to tell him to stop when the bartender stands in front of us to set our food down.
I roll my lips under, so I don’t make another sound, as Declan continues to slowly work his finger over me.
“Can I get you anything else?” the bartender asks with a wide smile on his face.
I shake my head, but he just stands there.
“Oh, no. We’re good. Thanks, bro,” Wade says a second later. Shit. I forgot he was here… again.
Wade turns away from me again –asshole– and I turn my focus on Declan. His pupils are dilated, and he’s staring at me with a devilish smirk.
In the next instant, one of his fingers enters me, and I involuntarily close my thighs on his hand. But it doesn’t matter now. Closing my thighs isn’t going to stop him because he’s already inside me.
“Declan, please,” I whisper. I’m not sure what I’m saying. I want his hand off me, but at the same time, I don’t.