Chapter Eleven
DECLAN DID NOT EXPECT this reaction when he saw Jane again. He sobered up real quick and his dick got hard. This never happened. One night and he was done.
“What the hell happened to your face?” Jane asked.
He pointed to Malcolm. “He hit me.” Declan touched his black eye. After going to pick out a suit which took all of twenty five minutes because Travis actually knew what he wanted, Mick took them all to this warehouse that was set up as a defense course and they practiced some self-defense moves and then they got drunk.
“Why are all of you beat up?” Charlotte asked she dabbed Travis’s split lip with a napkin.
Jane crossed her arms and looked at Declan. “How did they do?”
Mick gripped Declan’s shoulder. “He took it like a pussy.”
“What? I kicked ass.”
Mick laughed. “Break it down it for him Jane.”
Jane stepped up to him. She was about an inch from him. So close he could feel her breath on his face. “Balls are little and squishy, easily damaged. A pussy can push out a ten pound baby and take a pounding from both ends.”
“So being a pussy is good?”
Jane reached up and took him by the chin and turned his face to the side. “Yeah it is.”
The respect he saw in her eyes thrilled him. “As good as getting pussy?” he whispered.
Her mouth quirked. “Don’t push it.”
He winked at her.
“Who wants cake?” Charlotte asked.
“Saved by the cake.”
Jane walked away from him and went over to Mick. He watched her whisper into his ear. That didn’t look good. Was Jane tattling? It was just one time. Well just one night. The world hadn’t ended. It just got rocked off of its axis. He wasn’t sure if Jane really was the best fuck of his life or if he was just deprived making it so fan-fucking-tastic.
Charlotte stuck a piece cake in his face. “Would you like cake?”
“Thank you, Charlotte.” Declan took the plate and for the next hour he watched Charlotte and Travis feed each other bites of cake. And not for the first time he felt as if something was missing from his life. What was wrong with him? The sex with Jane jolted him to the soles of his feet. He couldn’t figure out why. Was it because his life was in danger? Did Jane have mystical pussy? Could it be that he’d been so long without it? For all he knew it could be that he had to work so hard to get in Jane’s panties. This shit confused him. Jane was baffling. All he could think about was getting her naked again. Was there something to what Gavin said about her genes making her exceptional breeding material? What the fuck was he, a salmon ready to spawn?
He looked over at Malcolm and wanted to talk to him about it. But he was afraid Malcolm would tell him was stupid for sleeping with Jane. And now was not the time to be burdening his friend with his shit, because Malcolm was in pain and he wouldn’t talk about it. Which made Declan feel like an ass because Malcolm wouldn’t let him be there for him.
Declan pushed the plate aside and got up. He walked up the stairs to his room and found Jane packing. “Where are you going?”
She stopped rolling up her pants and turned to him. “I quit.”
She couldn’t leave, he wanted her again. “Why?”
“I slept with you.”
“So.” You’ll sleep with me again. In his head it was already a done deal. “If it’s a problem we don’t have to tell anyone.”
Jane stuffed her pants in a black duffle bag. “I can’t be objective.”
“Are you emotionally involved?” He held his breath.
“Hell no.”
Why wasn’t he feeling relieved she wasn’t all wrapped up in him. “We’re just scratching an itch.”
“Do you want to sleep with me again?”
Hell yeah, but he didn’t want her to know how badly he needed to. “What’s the right answer to make you stay?”
“Don’t play dumb.”
“You look like you want to punch me and I’m ready to come down my leg because you are so hot.”
She walked over to him. “One-night-Declan wants another shot at the title?”
As many times as she’d give him. “Hell yes.”
She jabbed him in the chest. “That’s why I can’t stay.”
“Do you want to sleep with me again?” He was praying that she did.
“I’d be a fool.”
“Not an answer.”
“I have to live with myself.”
“What we do in this bedroom is our business. You make me feel safe.”
Her body stiffened. “Is that important?”
He swallowed the lump in his throat. Because deep down he knew it wasn’t just because he was attracted to her. There was something about her that made him trust her. She treated him like he was a real man and that was rare. “The second I got to Hollywood people treated me like I was a commodity. They always wanted something from me. You don’t want anything from me.”
“How do you know that?”
“You like me.”
She huffed. “When you’re not being a rock god asshole, it’s easy to like you.”
“I like not having to be a rock god asshole around you.” He smiled the feeling was as novel as it was exciting.
“Jesus, I can’t believe this is coming out of my mouth. I’ll talk to Mick again. If he sends me packing I’m going.”
He grabbed her hips and pulled her to him. “If he sends you packing we can see each other, because you’ve been vetted.”
“You’re a crafty one.”
He inclined his head toward the bed. “We don’t have to be out to Hawkman’s until seven. Plenty of time to get all hot and sweaty.”
Jane knew it was time for a tactical surrender. She didn’t just want Declan, she craved him.
“I’m going to regret this.”
“Make the fun choice.” He ran his finger along her bottom lip.
As if there was a question that she wasn’t going to. “For the love of God shut up and fuck me before I change my mind.”
“Well okay.” He grabbed the hem of her t-shirt and whipped it off her body. “First let’s get you all naked.”
She stood still and let him undress her. Normally she liked to be in control of sex, but with Declan that seemed impossible. He went down on one knee and untied her boots and slipped them of her feet. He took off her socks next. She wished for a second she was wearing something sexier. While he was down there he put his head in her crotch and nuzzled her there through her jeans. It should be a ridiculous move, but Jane found it sexy. He undid the snap on her jeans and then pulled the zipper down with his teeth. Jane refused to giggle but she had to bite her bottom lip to stop. Then he did the unexpected by standing up. She figured he’d yank her jeans off and get to business. Well that’s what she was hoping. He walked around and stood behind her. He slipped an arm around her waist and pulled her back flush against his chest. Then he buried his face in her neck and started nibbling her neck, whispering in her ear.
“You have the sweetest pussy Jane.”
She heard herself sigh.
“So hot, tight and wet.” He nipped the skin between her shoulder and neck. “I love the way you taste.” He slipped his hand into her jeans and palmed her mound.
Jane pushed herself against his back and spread her legs wider.
“The way your pussy grips my cock makes me crazy.” He worked his talented fingers against her heated skin. Jane bit her bottom lip to keep from crying out.
Then he slipped one of those long thick fingers inside her and slipped one hand inside her bra and palmed her breast. He pinched her nipple and heat raced through her. Jane heard herself groan.
“That’s what I want, kitten.”
“Kitten?”
He nuzzled her neck. “That’s not the right name.” He laughed against her skin. He drove his finger deeper inside her and Jane’s knees almost buckled. He added another finger and slowly fucked her with his fingers. Jane’s eyes fluttered closed and she gave herself over to the sensation of him inside her. His magic fingers worked her pussy and her clit and she lost track of everything except him. The orgasm surprised her. Her eyes flew open and she felt herself tremble as pleasure overwhelmed her. Declan just stood behind her holding her letting her come apart in his arms.
She wasn’t sure how he walked her over to the dresser.
“Brace your hands on the dresser,” he commanded.
She did and watched in the mirror as he unhooked her bra and then pulled her jeans off. She turned her head to look at him and he smacked her ass cheek.
“Keep your eyes on the mirror.”
Jane gave him a snarl which he ignored.
He walked away from her to the nightstand and opened the drawer. He got out a condom and walked back over to her. She looked at him in the mirror, excited that he was going to get naked. She loved watching his powerful body move. She turned her head to watch him undress, wishing she could do it herself. But that wasn’t how Declan rolled. He liked to be in control. So did she, but that man could make her come hard so she could give it up to get that. Compromise was not a dirty word.
He slapped the condom down on the dresser, then leaned over and kissed her shoulder. Seconds later she felt his mouth moving over her skin. Down her back to her butt. He grabbed her ass cheeks and swiped his tongue down her crack. She felt heat pool in her belly and her body tightened up. Jane gripped the edges of the dresser feeling the wood biting into her hand. Declan kissed and nibbled and licked until she thought she would scream in frustration. She could feel her juices run down her leg she was so ready for him to fuck her.
She stood on her tip toes and spread her legs wider. She started to squirm and he smacked her on her ass cheek. “Ouch.”
He laughed against her skin. “You liked it.”
Yeah she did. Jesus would he just get naked and fuck her. Please.
His mouth moved up her back and she saw him grab the condom. A second later she heard the soft rasp of his zipper and the cellophane wrapper from the condom open. She closed her eyes anticipating his beautiful dick inside her again. Dear God she dreamed about that cock.
He pushed her forward until her head was resting on the mirror and then lifted her leg until her knee was resting on the surface of the dresser. “What are you doing?”
He laughed against her skin and she felt his fingers slip into her vagina and his thumb toying with her clit. Oh not his magic fingers again. He leaned against her and she felt the head of his cock in her entrance and a second later he buried himself to the hilt. Surprised, her muscles clenched around him and she exploded in orgasm.
“Damn I’m good,” he whispered in her ear, but she was still riding the wave of pleasure to speak.
Jane felt him moving inside her with relentless determination. That man did everything like he was on a mission. The silk of his shirt was warm on her skin and the pearl buttons dug into her flesh as he pounded inside her. She turned her head and his mouth landed on hers. He kissed her with this dark intensity. He attacked her lips and there was nothing she could do. Nor did she want to. Declan cupped one of her breasts and squeezed her nipple. His other hand worked on her clit and he fucked her hard and then next thing she knew she was coming again.
When her orgasm subsided he leaned against her, breathing heavy in her ear, but he was still hard. She could feel her whole body throb and she didn’t think she had it in her to go some more, but she didn’t think Declan was going to walk away. Slowly he withdrew himself from her and turned her around to face him and then he lifted her up until her butt was on the dresser. His blue shirt was wet from her sweat and Jane grabbed it feeling the damp material give way in her hand as she ripped it off of him.
“Spread your legs.”
She did and watched as Declan stepped between her legs. He took his big cock in his hand and used the tip to rub her clit. Damn this man had some serious control. She gripped the side of the dresser as she kept her legs open. She closed her eyes and leaned back on the mirror. She bit her bottom lip to keep from making any noise. Because at least somewhere in the back of her head she didn’t want anyone to hear her getting her freak on.
He increased the speed and intensity on her clit and she was seconds from tumbling over again. Hell she was panting. Her legs were shaking and she just needed a little more…
Declan must have sensed she was ready and he thrust his cock inside her to the hilt and pounded inside of her. He leaned forward and kissed her and kept kissing her. His tongue warred with hers and she grabbed a fistful of his hair holding him close to her.
He gently bit her bottom lip and whispered her name. Then he slipped a hand under her leg and lifted it higher. He continued to fuck her hard grinding himself against her. Her muscles gripped him milking him. After a few more hard thrusts she came again and he was seconds behind her.
She wasn’t sure how long they stayed like that, his cock softening inside her, but she wasn’t sure if she could move. He was still kissing her and he let go of her leg. And Jane did something she wasn’t expecting. She slipped her hand around his back, holding him to her. She wanted to stay here just kissing him. He stiffened the second her hand touched his back and she clung to him, refusing to let him go. She ran her hand up his back touching his scarred skin. It didn’t repulse her. She had her own war wounds that didn’t seem to bother him.
Jane wrapped her legs around him and after a couple of seconds his body relaxed and he kept kissing her. They made out for a few minutes and he finally lifted his head. She stared into his passion glazed blue eyes.
“You’re lethal,” he said against her mouth.
“I’m gonna walk funny for a couple of days.”
“You know we have to get ready and pretend we aren’t doing the nasty.”
She nodded. “Give me a second to put on my bitch face.”
Declan eased her off the dresser and pulled her close in an embrace, chuckling. “Not working.”
“Fuck.”
He pulled her toward the bathroom. “We have an hour to get ready.”
“You go first, you take more time than I do.”
He laughed. “That’s just wrong.”
“Truth be painful sometimes.”
“I’m going to do something I’ve been dying to do since I met you.”
“What could that be?”
“I’m going to wash your hair.”
“I have never had a man wash my hair.”
He laughed again. “Cool, our first first.” He smacked her on the ass. “Prepare to be dazzled by my hair washing skills.”
“You are a strange guy, Declan.”
He shrugged. “Maybe, but I’m good in bed. That’s counts for something.”
Hell yeah it did.
So Declan washed her hair and Jane came all over herself again. Shit that man had some mad hair washing skills.