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Declan merely nods. “I kind of assumed that.” Then, between one blink and the next, he morphs from the unsure man who’s asked one clarifying question after another to the confident, dominant man from last night. His eyes have gone a little harder, his jaw set, as he considersme. Like he’s determining exactly what I need, even as I’m stumbling through how to do this with him. How to teach him. What to do if he changes his mind after he starts.

“Take out your cock.” His tone is so rough, so assertive, it banishes the racing thoughts in my mind. I pull my swollen dick from my pants, then cant up a little and slide my shorts and boxers down.

As I slip them over my ass, he takes over and drags them to my feet. Once he’s removed them completely, he tosses them over his shoulder. Jaw working, he glances at my face, then back down to my groin. He takes a deep breath, readying himself, but before he can lean down, I cuff his neck and pull him close, kissing away my nerves and hopefully his too.

His tongue tangles with mine immediately, and for a moment, I’m lost to this connection. To his mouth, his lips, his tongue, his taste, and the sounds he makes as we war for control. He pushes up farther, wrapping one hand around my neck and trailing the other down my chest, toward my stomach. When he reaches my cock where it stands tall between us, he squeezes and rolls his thumb over the head.

I whimper into his mouth. Fuck. I’m done for. He’s won. And all it took was one damn touch.

“Please,” I beg, thrusting into his hand.

Nipping at my lip, he splays a hand over my pecs and pushes me into the leather cushion. His eyes remain locked on mine as he works his fist up and down my shaft. “That’s right, baby. Beg for it,” he demands. “Tell me how much you want me to suck this cock.”

With my hands on either side of me, nails biting into the leather, I grind against his hand, desperate to get closer to his mouth.

He hits me with a fierce look and shakes his head, as stubborn as ever. “I need to hear it.”

“I do. Please. Fuck, Dec, this feels—” My mind is a jumbled mess, and I’m coming apart at the seams. I’m so fucking gone for this man.

I want him in any way I can have him. Stolen moments on his couch, early mornings in his kitchen, late nights with Mel between us. I want all of him, but I’ll take any pieces he’s willing to give. If he wants me to beg, I’ll gladly do it. “Please, Dec. Let me fuck your throat. Let me fillyour mouth. Let mein.”

Breaking out in a sinful smile, he angles low. And when he guides me into his mouth, I see stars. He’s warm and wet, and the way he suctions is just how I like it. Instinct has me reaching for his hair and pulling him closer. He gags in response, so I loosen my grip and back out slowly. His eyes are closed, and the muscles in his face are lax, like he’s content to continue. My lack of movement hasn’t stopped him from running his tongue along the bottom of my shaft, exploring me. Memorizing me. Learning me.

“That’s it, baby. You’re doing so good,” I encourage.

The words settle him further. He takes me deeper and rolls my balls tightly, just the way I like.

Probably the way he likes too. I make a mental note to try it next time.

“Fuck, you have no idea how many times I’ve thought of this.” I suck in a harsh breath, losing myself in the moment, watching him take me, watching him enjoy himself. Witnessing the way he comes into himself, studying clues to determine what he likes.

And if I’m not mistaken, Declan Everhart, my grumpy asshole of a best friend, really likes to suck my cock.

“Yes, right there. Shit, I’m close.” I can’t imagine he’s ready to dive in so thoroughly that he wants me to come in his mouth, so I flex my abs and pull back.

He doesn’t let me go far. He grasps my hip with a controlled hand and holds me in place while he strokes me from root to tip and then hollows his cheeks and sucks hard.

There’s no holding back. The violence with which he drags my orgasm from me is impossible to contend with. I pulse in his mouth, and he moans, deep and low, in response. God dammit. The idea that this man wants to taste me as much as I want to fill him has me exploding. With a hand in his hair again, tugging hard, I curse and demand he drink every last drop.

I’m still panting, and dots still dance in my vision, when he rolls his tongue across my sensitive crown and hums in satisfaction. “Yeah, I like that,” he mumbles, settling back on his toes and looking up at me.

I can’t help the laugh that escapes. “Fuck. Yeah. I liked that too.”

CHAPTER 41

Melina

“Honeys, I’m home!”I push open the door, a rush of excitement hitting me at that word again.

I truly feel like I’m home.

Searching the space for my boys, I find them on the couch, cuddled up. The sight has me grinning. Declan’s arms are crossed, his lips turned down in a frown, as he leans against Cade, sleeping.

“Aw, he even looks grumpy when he naps,” I mumble as I slip off my jacket and place it on the hook by the door.

Cade lowers the phone he was scrolling on and puts a finger to his lips. Then he shifts Declan off his shoulder, dropping a kiss to his forehead. My stomach somersaults at the simple act. At Cade feeling comfortable enough to do that. Once he’s settled Declan, he saunters toward me where I’m lingering by the front door. Wearing a big grin, he picks me up and pulls me in for the biggest hug I’ve ever received.

“Fuck, pretty girl. I missed you something fierce today.” He nuzzles my neck like he’s trying to burrow inside me. Like he can’t get enough of me.

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