Chapter 21 – Declan
Chapter Twenty-One
Declan
Istand outside the bathroom door for what feels like hours. In reality, it’s probably only thirty or forty minutes, but that’s a long time for a club bathroom quickie.
Damian headed back to the buses with Riot, Creed, Bellamy, and two of the Ruined Records security team.
They’ll be fine.
I’m more worried about collecting the lovebirds and getting out of here so the buses can leave on time.
Darkest Nights has another show tomorrow night, meaning there’s a tight schedule that needs to be kept.
The ridiculously loud moaning stops, which is a good thing. My dick couldn’t handle much more of the torment.
The last few days have been hell.
Somewhere along the way, my instincts decided Cove is meant to be mine. I helped Damian out the first night she had a heat spike, but Ravvi and Damian have stuck close since then.
She hasn’t needed me because she has them. They’re much more age-appropriate options. Though, again, my instincts don’t give a fuck.
I need an opportunity to spend a little one-on-one time with her to determine where her head is at.
I pace the room bare for another minute or two before I try the handle and pop my head inside. Their reflection is the first thing I spot, and I twist my head in that direction.
Ravvi is stretched out in the club chair with Cove on his lap. She’s facing me with her back to him, and the reason for the position becomes obvious almost immediately.
She’s locked on his knot, and they’re waiting for the appendage to deflate. Her big blue eyes widen almost comically as she spots me.
My cock jumps at the sight.
I’m in serious trouble.
Ravvi chuckles. “I think we’re busted.”
Jesus Christ.
I can’t decide if I want to strangle him so I can take his place, or join in.
Fuck. My. Life.
Yeah, I’m good and fucked where Cove is concerned.
Damian is already passed out by the time we make it back to the bus. Ravvi and Cove disappear into her room, and the driver takes off, putting us in motion to chug along to the next city.
I keep my ass in the living room, watching the sports highlights from the football games this week. I finish off the rest of the six-pack I find in the fridge and devour a couple of sugar cookies that I have no idea where they came from.
I’m debating if I should face-plant into my bunk or take a quick shower before bed when the door at the back of the bus opens and someone goes into the bathroom.
Huh.
I guess that settles that.
The water turns on, and I wait to see if the moaning is going to start back up. It doesn’t, and I zone out, watching the TV.
I’m half asleep in the chair when I hear rustling coming my way. I swivel the seat to check out what’s happening, and Cove comes to a stop in front of me. She’s wearing one of my old T-shirts, and my lips tip up as my head tilts.
“It was in the laundry baskets the team delivered while we were out.” She twists her fingers together, but all I can focus on is how my shirt falls down her thighs. If she stretched up onto her toes, I’d get quite the view.
“And you stole it.” I smirk, shaking my head. It tickles me on some deep level.
“I did. I was really missing your scent,” she murmurs, taking a step forward. “I was hoping to talk to you.”
The omega moves closer, and I lean back in the chair. She doesn’t hesitate to climb directly onto my lap.
My hands fly to the backs of her thighs as she kneels over me. “I’m here. Say whatever you need to say.”
She sits down, settling on my lap and trapping my hands under her. I could easily pull them free, but I’m enjoying being able to caress her soft skin.
“Did you only participate the other night out of obligation?” Her lips push together as her head tilts. She’s dangerous, looking up at me from under her dark blonde lashes.
“No.” I bark a laugh. “That was solely because I wanted to see what you taste like, princess.”
Her brow furrows. “You kissed me, but—”
“Make no mistake, I licked your slick from my fingers when I jerked off in the shower multiple times.” I quirk an eyebrow, waiting to see what she thinks of that piece of information.
“Oh,” she whispers, licking her lips.
“Yeah.” I chuckle, teasing my thumbs over the backs of her thighs.
“Things have been busy. I guess I just wanted to tell you that I am attracted to you. I like you a lot, Declan.” Her pink cheeks give away her discomfort, but there’s something so earnest about the look on her face that it makes my chest tight.
“And it seems like maybe you’re drawn to me too, but then I think back on the last few months—”
“I’m sorry.” I stare straight into her eyes, praying she can feel the sincerity in my words. “I have bad history with omegas…”
“I know a little about your mom, but you have to understand, not all omegas are the same,” she says softly.
“Yeah.” A mirthless laugh escapes my lips.
“I spent a lot of years around Lyric. We were never close or anything, but she did try to get me to hang out at her charity, painting or learning an instrument.” I glance away from Cove.
The lights and shadows of the objects the bus passes flicker across the wall.
“Dexter and Love put me in this fancy private school. I was so out of place.” I laugh, and my head shakes.
“Middle school was fine, but high school was a nightmare. I hated it, so I kept to myself. Head down and focused on getting my diploma, but my senior year, I fell hard for my math tutor. She hadn’t presented yet, but based on her scent, it was clear she was going to soon.
Shit, I’ve never told anyone this story. Not since it happened.”
Cove pulls her hand to my chest and rubs her fingers over my heart. I’ve never met an omega as attuned to my emotions as she is. It should scare me, but some part of me likes it. It makes me feel connected to her on some deep level.
“I purposely went out of my way to make sure no one knew who I was related to. Pops was the one who went in for meetings, and by then, I was old enough to drive myself to and from school.” I shrug.
“I never brought anyone to the house, even though Dexter told me I should. For the life of me, I couldn’t figure out why she kept pushing to hang out at my house.
I wanted to make her happy… Sorry, I’m rambling. ”
“I’m guessing she knew who your family was?” Cove brings her other hand to my jaw, tilting my face back to hers. “I don’t have to know every detail to understand she hurt you in some way.”
“Oh yeah, she knew…” God, I hate thinking about Lindsay.
I can see it now for what it was. Infatuation with finally having someone who pretended to be interested in me.
She was soft and sweet, or that’s what she showed me.
In reality, she was a lot more conniving than I gave her credit for.
“She showed up one Saturday when I was out with Love and Issac. Jude let her in because he knew she’d been over before.
It was a big fucking mess. Can I leave it at that? ”
“Yeah, you can.” Cove runs her fingers over my cheek, and my eyes fall shut.
I feel like I owe her some type of explanation for why I’m so uncomfortable around omegas.
“She took pictures in the house, picked up souvenirs that she likely would have sold to the press, and cornered Dexter in the kitchen.” I laugh, but there’s no humor in the sound.
She really wanted to land herself a rock star.
“Luckily, Jude and Vince were home, and the house had surveillance cameras everywhere. Without that proof to back up Dexter’s version of events—he told her to fuck off and to go put some clothes on—it would have gotten a whole lot uglier.
And I was the reason she was there in the first place.
” I sigh, my eyes popping open to study Cove’s face.
“My mom was the most manipulative person I’ve ever known.
One example, I could probably write off.
But two? I convinced myself I was cursed when it came to omegas. ”
“It wasn’t your fault that she was there. That was on her, but I get it. We all have damage,” she says, keeping her voice low. “My sperm donor took advantage of my mom when she wasn’t even a legal adult. She had two kids when she was my age. There are shitty human beings of every designation.”
“Yeah.”
“Not that I gave you any reason to see omegas differently.”
“Nah, stop that. Guys are dicks all the time, and no one expects them to apologize. I came onto the bus with a bad attitude. I’m the one who should be apologizing. I’m sorry for not taking the time to get to know you.” I pull my hands from under her thighs.
Keeping one on her lower back, I bring the other to cradle her head. Her hair is still wet, and it’s turned my T-shirt see-through around the tops of her breasts.
I get distracted by the fact I can see her nipples poking through the thin material, and Cove laughs. I’m not sure when she relocated her hands to my shoulders, but she smacks me playfully.
“Did you check out my tits and forget what you were going to say?”
“Sorry, princess. They’re really nice tits.” I smirk, ducking until our faces are close together.
Her eyelashes flutter, and she pushes up onto her knees. I don’t even get to ask if I can kiss her. She stares up at me under her lashes and nips at my lip.
My cock jumps under her, and the sweats I changed into when we first got back to the bus do nothing to hide the reaction.
Cove whimpers, and I shove my tongue into her mouth, taking over the kiss. My fingers weave into her hair as our tongues clash. She wiggles over my lap, only making me harder.
The mewls and moans she releases egg me on, and my hand snakes up the back of my shirt, gripping her ass.
Her fingers dig into my neck as she grinds over me, and I love that she’s only in a single piece of my clothing.
That orange creamy scent of hers is everywhere.
I’m not sure if it’s a reaction to her potent pheromones or if it’s the way she works her pussy over my dick that has my instincts screaming to pin her down and fuck into her like an animal.
It’s been a lot of years since I’ve made out with anyone, but it’s really working for me. My fingers tease lower on her ass, brushing her pussy from behind.
The little omega sobs against my lips, nodding into the kiss. Using my hold in her hair, I pull her face to the side, getting close to her ear.
“You keep grinding all over my cock like that, and I’m going to have a mess for you to clean up in my sweats.” I nip at her earlobe and suck on her neck.
If she gets much louder, everyone on the bus will know what’s happening. We have a driver and a backup, but we’re lucky this bus has a door separating us from them. Though, I doubt it offers any protection from them overhearing what’s going down back here.
“I’d rather have you come inside me.” Cove takes matters into her own hands, reaching between us. She grabs the top of my sweats, shoving them down. I push up on my feet to make it easier, and she gets them down a bit. I’m still in my T-shirt and socks with my pants around my knees.
She’s still relatively new to having good sex.
I’m supposed to be spoiling her.
She grabs my cock, sliding it through her lower lips.
A feral growl rattles from my chest, and I scratch my teeth down her throat a little too roughly.
That’s definitely going to leave a mark.
Fuck.