Chapter 27 Declan
DECLAN
To say what’s happened is a shit-show would be an understatement.
Bodies are piling up. Whoever’s framing me for Teresa’s death is doing a good job, and they didn’t stop with Teresa.
They’re taking out higher members of the Bianchi crew.
Someone really wants it to look like me.
But it’s not. I haven’t killed anyone since my unfortunate failed reaping.
I’ve been having the time of my life living in a bubble of love with Ewen.
Bubble of love? Is what I feel love? I know my feelings for him are strong, and I will kill anyone who keeps us apart, but is that love?
Am I even capable of love? My feelings for my family are of obligation but the way I feel toward Ewen is more. That’s not a line of thinking I can allow myself the luxury of exploring right now.
I need to find who’s framing me.
My phone vibrates and it’s my Ring app telling me there’s motion at my front door. I check and see it’s my sweet Ewen arriving at my place.
I reach the door and pull it open before he can knock. He looks surprised, hand raised. I stand to the side and gesture for him to come in. “You never need to knock. Always just walk in. I’ll get a key made for you.”
“You don’t have to do that.” He rubs the back of his neck, appearing nervous.
Needing him to relax I tell him, “I want to. You’re always welcome here. With or without me, this is a safe place for you to always be.”
His face lights up and I grab him, pulling him into a hug. I deprive myself from kissing him because I know if I do right now, we’ll get nothing accomplished. I need him to know what’s going on before I defile him. All in due time.
Grabbing his hand, I lead him to the couch. He sits without direction and I follow him. Linking our hands together, I start, “I’ve missed you, and I have not been a fan of not seeing you everyday.”
His thumb rubs circles on mine. “I told you I’ve missed you as well. Is everything okay?”
Shaking my head, I tell him, “No. Someone special to Ciaran was killed.”
“I’m so sorry to hear that. Is he okay?” His grip on my hand tightens.
“She was a family member of the Bianchis. They’re a rival clan.
Things have been touch and go between our crews for years.
I killed one of the main family members some time ago—that night we met.
We all thought that’s why they stopped. But recently, they’ve gotten brave.
Pushing in on our territory. Whoever killed Teresa made it look like I did it.
Someone is taking out their crew and framing me for it. ”
He gasps and jumps up. “What do you mean framing you?”
“Exactly that. Someone killed her, and others, and made it look like I did it. That’s what I’ve been dealing with.”
Ewen starts pacing. “I know you’re a killer. Are you sure you didn’t do this?”
What the fuck? Did he just have the nerve to ask me that question?
“I know who I have and haven’t killed.” I get angry. “You were sucking my dick when she was killed. Tell me how I could have done that without knowing?”
He knows he messed up. Instantly he falls onto the couch next to me. “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean it that way. Please don’t think I meant it that way.”
“How the fuck did you mean it then?” I grit out through clenched teeth. I don’t think Ewen has ever pissed me off.
He shocks me by climbing on my lap and straddling me.
“Look, I’m so sorry.” He kisses my neck.
I start to calm down. “I didn’t think before talking.
I didn’t mean it that way. I believe you.
Always.” Another kiss to the other side.
“I didn’t convey my thoughts properly. I simply meant did your actions lead to this?
” His face is now directly in front of mine.
The Ewen I met just a few months ago would never have been so open with me. Taking from me what he wants. Giving me the physical connection that soothes me. His words, though painful, have merit. He wants to know if my original actions caused this catastrophe.
He goes back to peppering kisses along my neck. “Please forgive me. Tell me everything.”
I lean back and allow him to continue. My anger is dissolved by his lips on my skin.
“I’ve been covering Ciaran’s workload. Made him stay home to grieve.
He’s always had a fling with Teresa Bianchi.
We were informed a while ago she was missing.
When she was found dead, he broke down and finally admitted he loved her.
” His kisses get close to my ear, and I lose track of my thoughts.
Only when I’m with him does all the chaos and stress evaporate.
“We’re trying to figure out who’s behind this. And who it serves to frame me for all these deaths.”
His kisses stop and he looks me in the eyes. “Do I have to fear someone coming after you again?”
“No baby, I’ll be safe.” I cradle his face in my hand, loving how he fits there so perfectly.
I wanted him to come over so I could tell him what’s going on and help him understand why I won’t be around as much. That’s the shitty thing, I miss him too much when I should be finding the person set to destroy me.
Now that I’ve talked to Ewen, I don’t want to see the sad look in his eyes.
“Come with me.” I move him off my lap and stand up, motioning for him to get up.
He does and follows behind me like the good boy he is.
I lead him up to my room, ready to forget this talk and give him something new to remember me by.
The door is barely closed before I’m on him. Pawing at him, removing his clothes.
We’re kissing, ripping away any barrier between us. This is how we connect, with our bodies doing all the talking. He tries to push me back, probably toward the bed, but I don’t move. I have other plans for us.
Grabbing his erection, I give him a firm tug. He hisses while thrusting. “Ready to try something new?” I ask.
“Yes,” he replies, lust filling his voice.
I bring his hand up between us and spit in his palm. He doesn’t object. “Now jack me off.” I know they’re crude but I’m not going to be gentle with my words. We have a destination to reach. His hand surrounds me then moves in sync with mine.
Spit and precum mix, we’ve got plenty of lube and it’s working well.
Time to show him what’s next. I angle my body back just a bit to line up our cocks.
His hand still firmly grasping me, I align our dick tips, then remove his hand with my free one.
“Watch.” I grab his erection and push my foreskin over the head of him. “This is called docking, baby.”
Then I start moving my hand back and forth, feeling the way my skin pulls him in. The sensation of his head pressed up against mine is even better than I expected.
He’s such a good boy. Watching while I fuck our cocks together. He bites his lip in that sexy way, making me want to blow right then and there. I honestly can’t hold out much longer. This just feels way too good.
“I—I’m going to come,” he whines.
“Good, I want to feel you blow all over my dick.”
My words break him and the feel of him ejaculating against me is the straw that breaks the camel’s back. I follow right after. Our cocks are wrapped in my skin, our cum leaking out. Yet I don’t slow. I milk us both dry.
Ewen slumps back against the door. I just rocked his world while also rocking mine.
I grab his hand and lead him to the bed.
We lie down and he surprises me by resting between my legs.
He drops his head down and starts licking me clean.
His eyes stay on me. I have trained him so well.
My dick is a fan of his attention and rises to come play.
Ewen continues cleaning me up, giving me all those faint kisses he tried the first time.
I don’t stop him. He wants to kiss and worship my cock, then who am I to deny him his pleasures?
Since I’ve come once, I last longer. By the time he finally swallows every drop I give him, I know his jaw must hurt. Time to reward him for showing initiative.
Flipping him over, I angle him how I want. His peachy ass up in the air, I lick from his balls up his taint to his hole. It’s pink and tight. I tell myself one day I’ll be seated deep in there. For now though, my tongue will have to do.
After his hole is wet and sloppy I slowly slide a finger in. His back arches up. I push his limits a bit more and add another finger, finding that magic button inside and rubbing it.
Baby steps to one day fucking his brains out.
The noises that fall from his lips could summon the dead. The best part? He never fights me, stops me, or shies away.
In the daylight, he is God’s chosen one, but at night he’s my dirtiest sinner.