Page 43 of Between Commitment and Betrayal
He glanced down at it and smiled like he remembered exactly what had happened. “Benson got you good that day.”
“That he did.” I shrugged, trying to curtail my rage. “And still, somehow, that season I went home with another ring, huh?”
“Fuck you, Declan,” he growled before he walked off.
“Seriously?” Everly crossed her arms over the tits I needed to not be looking at anyway. Then she whisper-yelled, “What is it with you two?”
“You need to break things off with him,” I snapped without even an explanation.
“Wes and I aren’t even exclusive. There’s nothing to break up.” She threw out her hands. “Honestly, I’m not getting into this with you because we’ve set these boundaries already.”
“Have we?” It’d been two months since I’d fucked her on the hood of my car, since I knew on paper she was my wife, and since I discovered my dick fit perfectly in her sweet pussy. I couldn’t see past the muddled waters to whatever boundary she spoke of.
We were climbing toward something, like walking up steps on one side of a cliff where I’d bungee jump off of. I was anticipating the fall, seeking the adrenaline rush that was Everly Belafonte.
She had to feel it too.
She stalked over to the elastic bands and pointed to my wrist. “This is all we’re discussing tonight.”
I narrowed my eyes, but I’d already pulled up the gym’s schedule and pushed closing time up an hour. I heard murmurs and groans as I updated it.
“Damn, Dec. Total closedown?” a man threw out.
I shrugged, and Everly immediately twisted her arm to look at her own HEAT watch. “Why are you closing? We still have your stretching and the night crew.”
“I’d like the gym to myself for an hour,” I told her without giving any indication as to why. Everyone knew I never closed down early.
But I was ready to fuck with all our boundaries now.
The staff around us worked quickly as closing time hit. “Should we go?” she asked softly as she put pressure on my wrist and had me bend it upward toward my body as I pulled the elastic that was restrained by my foot.
“No.” I was sweating bullets by the time we were done. “Everyone else is leaving. We’re staying.”
15
EVERLY
When Declan had barreledout from that elevator, he’d radiated an energy that was electric, visceral, and almost tangible.
I’d felt his gaze lick up and down my body, and I couldn’t help my reaction, not even with Wes standing near. No man affected me like Declan did now. All of this going back-and-forth with him, taking care of his wrist, feeling his skin against mine even if it was platonic, and then seeing how he took care of me so casually.
He got me breakfast, coffee, a ride to work. He even set up a freaking charity for the kids I taught.
Without hesitation. Without considering the consequences. He just did what he wanted for me, not realizing he was being better than anyone I’d ever been with. And I couldn’t escape the thought of it either. Even when my mom called, she’d try to read me the news.
“You were in the paper today, Everly. Declan got you breakfast? I thought you were just staying in his guesthouse.”
“I am.”
I heard the smile on her lips, “If he is making you happy, I really want to—”
I cut her off, not wanting to get her hopes up. “We’re just friends, okay? Nothing more.”
“Have you told him about Andy?” she’d asked and I’d wanted to scream that I hadn’t, that I wasn’t going to.
“Gotta go, Mom. You are my sunshine.”
She sighed, “My only sunshine,” she murmured right as I hung up.
