Page 11 of Comforting the Grump

“Yeah?”

He brought his mouth a hair away from mine. “I bet they’d look real pretty wrapped around my cock.”

A little cheesy, but okay. All part of the game, right? “I’m sure they would…”

“Oh, I know it. And I’mpacking, gorgeous. Seven inches of fat cock to fuck your throat…to start with.”

Unease trickled down my spine. It had been a while since I’d been to a club. Had it always been this crass? Maybe Marnin’s warning had gotten to me. I shouldn’t let him ruin my fun. “That a promise?”

His lips were on mine before I even realized it, the kiss aggressive and hard. I allowed myself to be swept up in it, kissing him back with all I had. He bit my bottom lip, and the sharp sting startled me. But when he soothed it with his tongue, I quickly forgot all about the pain.

“Let’s find a more private spot.”

Before I could answer, Declan grabbed my hand and led me, weaving through the throng of dancing bodies. His fingers were firm around mine as he pulled me to a quiet corner, away from the prying eyes and the pulsating lights that had wrapped us in their frenzied embrace.

Declan lifted me off my feet, and I squealed. “What are you?—”

His mouth smashed against mine again, his tongue invading. He pushed my back against the wall, and I automatically wrapped my legs around him. It made sense because he had to be four inches taller than me. This made kissing much more comfortable.

His hands tangled in my hair, holding me in position, and I matched his passion with my own, kissing him fervently. The heat between us built into a raging inferno that threatened to consume us both.

Finally, he broke off the kiss. My lips throbbed after that onslaught, and my cock was fighting against the tight confines of my pants.

“Come home with me.”

Unease tickled at the back of my head. That hadn’t been a question. Then again, wasn’t this what I wanted? Why I had come here? “Where do you live?”

“About ten minutes from here, but I drove.”

“I’ll need the address so I can text it to a friend.”

He quirked an eyebrow. “You don’t trust me?”

“I always take safety precautions.” That was BS. I hadn’t done this enough to warrant them, and the only one I could text right now would be Marnin, and that was a hell no. But Declan didn’t need to know that.

“I’ll give you the address in the car.”

He held out his hand, and after a second of hesitation, I took it. He elbowed us through the crowd, holding my hand tightly, each step bringing us closer to the exit.

Someone stepped in our way, and Declan had to halt. Marnin? What on earth was he doing here? His chestnut-brown eyes locked on mine, piercing through the club’s fog like twin searchlights. “Where the hell do you think you’re going?”

Declan’s grip on my hand faltered, his body tensing as Marnin took another step forward. “I know you. You’re…”

“Yeah.”

“You know him, Ennio?” Declan asked, a note of alarm creeping into his voice.

“He’s an overprotective friend,” I replied, though “friend” felt too generous right now.

“Ennio’s not going anywhere with you,” Marnin stated flatly, his voice carrying a warning that brooked no argument. I’d never seen this side of him—the controlled ferocity of a protective beast—and it rattled me.

“Hey, man, I don’t want any trouble,” Declan said, his hands raised in a gesture of peace, but Marnin wasn’t having it.

“Then I suggest you leave.” Marnin’s tone was icy, the threat implicit.

With a tight smile that didn’t reach his eyes, Declan nodded once and released my hand, disappearing into the sea of people as if he’d never been there.

“Marnin, what the fuck?” I couldn’t keep the anger from boiling over, even as confusion gnawed at the edges of my mind. “Why are you here?”

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