Chapter 29 Declan
DECLAN
The only thing that brings me joy is the nights I come over to Ewen’s. I haven’t been at the bar in weeks. I covered for Ciaran for a week. I made him stay home and process everything. But when he came back I stayed, telling myself it was to watch him.
Somehow it’s become what dad always wanted, me running the business with Ciar. It was originally what everyone wanted for me, but I’d told them the best way for me to be the Reaper was to keep me away from the family business. The separation was needed to hide my role.
Ciaran’s happy to have me there. I never realized how much he shouldered until I stepped in. There are legitimate businesses and crews to handle. Both are well-oiled machines that can function without interference, but they still need to be maintained.
When I met with the top-ranking members of the crew, they asked about our rogue Reaper taking out the top ranks of the Bianchi crew and going after their immediate family.
Everyone’s heard of Teresa’s demise, and I prefer those questions directed to me instead of Ciaran.
The crew has always known I’m family, they just never knew I am their Reaper.
No matter how many times I told them it wasn’t our Reaper doing these things, they didn’t believe me.
I even brought in Aaron Kelly, our rumored Reaper, to tell everyone he isn’t behind these killings.
My days have been replaced with suits and meetings. I miss the days when I dealt with a backed-up beer delivery or shot the shit at the bar, gathering secrets from the folks of South Boston.
Fiona has fully stepped up and taken over the bar. She hired help so she isn’t there from sunrise to the wee hours of the night. Thanks to her, it’s one less thing for me to worry about.
Ewen though, he’s my distraction from all the stress piling on me. I wait till it’s late and dark, then walk into his place like I live there. Some nights he’s up, waiting for me. Others he’s asleep. But he always lets me touch him, taste him, push his boundaries.
Tonight, I’ll get him ready for his bravest adventure.
I’ve eaten his ass, fingered it and dreamed it was my dick being choked.
He even surprised me the other night when he was brave enough and asked me to take him.
I stopped, frozen from his boldness. I refused, told him I wouldn’t hurt him and he’d need to be prepped first.
That’s my mission tonight, to introduce him to the fun of prep. Not only am I going to get my fill of him, but I’m also going to gift him his first toy. A simple butt plug to wear and get comfortable with.
I walk up the stairs and force myself to not run. I’m excited for this, but I need to play it cool. Opening the door, I’m greeted by bluesy jazz music playing and an aroma of spices.
He’s in the kitchen, cooking, which is something he’s never done. Murder Mittens comes running, giving me his signature meows.
Ewen turns his head and his eyes light up when he sees me. I stalk up behind him and hug him. He snuggles back into me. “Are you cooking? I thought the old hag said you were a disaster in the kitchen?”
He laughs and my heart melts. He’s gotten comfortable enough that he laughs at my corniness.
I love it. I love him. My inner voice is right, I do love him.
I kept questioning myself, but when I woke up missing him, I knew what I felt was love.
I just haven’t told him because I’m afraid he isn’t ready to hear it. I’ll tell him one day.
“Helen and a few of the other Sisters taught me this recipe. I wanted to cook for you. It’s nothing fancy. Just spaghetti and meatballs.”
I kiss his neck and tell him, “It’s perfect baby.” His skin heats under my lips.
He turns and shoos me away. “It’ll be done shortly. I’m afraid you’ll distract me and I’ll ruin it. Go sit.”
I do as I’m instructed and relax on his couch.
Murder Mittens hops up beside me. I greet him with finger rubs under his chin.
He’s just like his owner, a sucker for gentle touches.
Ewen wasn’t exaggerating when he said the food would be ready soon.
He sets plates on the dining table and motions for me to join him.
“This is amazing,” I say after taking a few bites. “Those nuns clearly didn’t give your cooking enough credit.”
He blushes. “Thank you.”
“No, thank you for cooking for me. I really appreciate you doing this.”
He sets his fork down and looks at me. “I would like to learn some more recipes and try to make them for you.” There’s vulnerability in his voice.
“I would love that.” I reach across the table to give his hand a squeeze, letting him know I truly would.
We don’t talk much, we just enjoy the meal and listen to the music. After we finish I clean up the dishes as he puts away the rest of the food. We work well together.
Now that we’re finished eating, it’s time for my little gift. I grab his hand and pull him into me. He comes easily. Placing a small kiss to the tip of his nose, I tell him, “I have a gift for you.”
His eyes go wide. “You didn’t have to get me anything.”
“Oh, but I did.” Winking, I drag him to his bedroom. “Lay down for me.”
Ewen lays himself across his bed. I’m annoyed he’s still dressed but it’ll be like a kid on his birthday unwrapping a present. I love pulling back his layers and seeing his flawless skin.
I crawl on top of him, allowing him to see the predator in my eyes. He gulps but doesn’t move. Nothing but lust stares back at me.
Stopping just above his pants, I lean in and nudge his shirt, kissing along his lower abs and v-line.
I slowly maneuver up, shoving his shirt while I go.
I stop at his chest and lick one nipple then the other.
He hisses and arches when I bite. I place another gentle kiss on his tattoo.
When I reach his neck he takes over and removes his shirt. He’s so close to being fully naked.
My kisses turn into bites. I need to leave my mark everywhere. When I reach his ear I whisper, “I can’t wait to give you your present.”
He moans in response. He doesn’t question me, just allows me to take from him.
Once I have moved back down I stop at his waist. I need to take my time, prolong this, make it as enjoyable for him as it will be for me.
I slide my tongue under the fabric, needing to taste every inch of him.
I undo his pants and tug them off, taking his boxers too.
His hard cock bounces free, slapping his abs and hypnotizing me with its movement.
I lick up and down his shaft. The desire to consume him is there but that can come later.
I have plans and need to accomplish those first.
After I’ve thoroughly tasted all of his dick, getting him extra wet, I move down to his balls.
Lapping and sucking. He lifts his legs while spreading them, giving me full access to his needy areas.
Moving along his perineum I finally reach his hole.
I swirl my tongue and kiss, prepping it for my finger.
Ewen is the perfect lover, taking everything I offer.
I rise to my knees between his legs. I want to watch his face as I enter him.
My finger slides in with no hesitation. His eyes roll back before they close.
I move my finger to hit that pleasure spot.
I know I do when a moan falls from his lips.
My cock fights for space in my pants, wanting to be where my finger is.
Once he’s close to falling over the cliff of ecstasy I pull out my finger. A needy whimper comes from Ewen, and an evil smirk takes over my face. “You’re such a needy little slut for me.”
Reaching around I grab the small butt plug and a packet of lube from my back pocket.
I hold up the plug. “This is going in your ass tonight.” I rip open the lube packet with my teeth and pour half of it on the plug, letting it slide down the angles.
Taking the rest of the lube, I coat the fingers of my other hand and start rubbing them over his hole.
Pushing in with my finger, I make sure there’s enough lube for an easy glide.
Once he and the plug are both thoroughly coated I bring the plug to his waiting hole. I know I need to talk him through this. “I’m going to put this in you. I need you to not fight it.” Looking down I line it up, resting it against him. “Slow and steady, baby. Just relax.”
Moving slowly, I’m met with some resistance at first. “Breathe for me Ewen.” He nods his understanding, and I continue with my task. This time it’s easier. He shuts his eyes and takes deep breaths. “You’re doing so good. I’m almost there.” I rub his thigh, letting him know I’m here with him.
The moment I get it all the way in, he opens his eyes. “I feel so full.”
I chuckle. “Baby, that’s only the small one. We’re going to work our way up until you can take me.”
A flash of awareness widens his eyes more. “That—that’s the small one?”
“Yes.” I wink and lean down to kiss him. “You’re amazing and will be able to take them all.”
He kisses me in return and starts pawing at my clothes. Did he just realize he’s the only one naked?
I break the kiss and slide back on my knees, putting space between us. His needy hands reach for me. I bend forward and take him deep into my mouth, straight down my throat. Ewen bucks, moans, writhes. I only bob my head a few times before he’s shooting his seed down my throat.
I lie beside him, pulling him to me as he catches his breath. “Wow,” he says after a few moments.
“Yeah? I take it you liked that?”
He turns to face me. “Very much.” He snuggles in closer. “But um, does it have to stay in forever?”
I untangle us and sit up. Moving so I can pull it out, but he stops me. “I can do it.” He stands and I can tell the plug is making that movement intense because I see him wince. He slowly walks to the bathroom and turns on the shower.
I get up and strip out of all my clothes except my boxers and crawl under the sheets. This is how we’ve been sleeping. I would prefer to be naked, but Ewen wears boxers so I just copy him.
He comes out and snuggles into the bed next to me. I worry he’s having doubts about what we just did because he’s so quiet. He instantly dispels those worries when he kisses me.
We kiss until we both pass out. I dream of the day when I can be the one buried deep inside him.