He slowed his rhythm again just as I began to reach the pinnacle of my passion, drawing out the moment to the last breath. One slow, deep thrust and I exploded, all my nerves firing at once as my body vibrated with each rolling wave of release. I felt my knees weaken as I buried my head in his shoulder, as my screams burst from my throat with abandon.
I lifted my head again and watched Declan's face as held me with one hand under the curve of my ass while the other pressed against the door to steady us while he continued his rhythmic pumping. One final thrust put him as deep in me as he could be, his cock filling me to the very extremes. I felt his body tense and then he came with such force my head bumped against the door slightly from the reaction. I watched with satisfaction as his face contorted in pure ecstasy before the orgasm came to a shivering end.
We remained joined and I could feel his cock pulsing inside my swollen pussy, enticing my over stimulated clit to cry out in delectable pain. Declan dropped his head to my shoulder as we both fought to regain ourselves, our breaths ragged gasps in the otherwise silent room. I could feel the beat of his heart against my skin and knew he felt mine as well. Finally, he pulled out of me and stepped back, guiding my leg back to the floor. I leaned heavily against the door, my body almost able to support itself again.
We looked at each other for a minute, words unnecessary and nearly impossible to form before Declan leaned forward and lightly kissed my lips. It was
When he pulled away I gave him a satisfied smile. "So, you know you owe me a pair of panties now." I said, my voice sexy and teasing.
His laugh, which never failed to make my skin tingle, did its job now. "So I do." Reaching out, he ran his hand along my bare ass. "But I think I kinda like you without them on so maybe not."
"Is that so? Well, we'll have to discuss the logistics of a panty-free life later." I winked before I kicked my shoes off and discarded my bra as I headed to his bathroom down the hall. He followed, discarding the condom and the rest of his clothes on the way. It was going to be a long, enjoyable afternoon, I thought as he caught me around the waist just as I reached the door to the bathroom.
After a shower, we spent the rest of the afternoon in Declan's bed and I wasn't sure if I would ever walk straight again. Areas of my body tingled and pulsed in ways they hadn't for a very long time and I was more satisfied than I remembered ever feeling with Thad. Maybe the key to my happiness was finding a young guy to share my bed.
I rolled over drawing a pillow under my chin while I watched Declan get dressed for work. He was wearing his usual dark jeans and black V-neck t-shirt and I loved how each piece hugged all the right places on his body. He slipped on his boots, tying the laces before standing up again and turning to look at me. "I like seeing you in my bed like that, with your hair kinda tousled from sex, and knowing you are naked beneath that sheet." He knelt on the bed, bending to bring his lips to meet mine. "Damn, I think maybe I should call in sick tonight. I'd much rather be here with you." He nuzzled my neck for a second before he looked in my eyes again.
I could see his eyes already darkening with new passion. This boy was nearly insatiable. "As tempting as that sounds, I think we should pace ourselves a bit, Lover Boy. I can be here when you get done or I can come see you at the bar." It was my turn to nuzzle his neck, nipping the freshly shaved skin and inhaling his intoxicating scent.
He groaned with pleasure at my touch. "I like both suggestions." He kissed me again and walked toward the door. Turning, with his hand on the door knob, he looked back at me one more time. "I need to go before I can't. Just lock the front door on your way out and I will see you later at the bar. Thanks for an amazing day beautiful lady." He winked and was gone.
My head flopped back against the pillow as I let out a long satisfying sigh. I breathed in deeply, loving that the pillow still smelled like Declan's aftershave and wonderful manly scent. I couldn't help but smile as thoughts of the day tumbled through my mind. I couldn't remember the last time I had spent almost an entire day in bed having mind blowing sex but I knew I needed it to be a more regular event.
I stayed daydreaming in his bed for quite a while but knew I needed to get moving. I stretched and rose, pulling on one of Declan's shirts so I could go retrieve my clothes from by the front door. I found them, perfectly folded on the front table.
I pulled my clothes on and walked to the bedroom to make the bed and return Declan's shirt to the closet. I decided to change the sheets for him and went in search of the linen closet. Like all the other areas in his house, Declan kept the closet perfectly organized. I had no problem finding the sheets but when I pulled them off the top shelf a box fell to the ground spilling photos across the floor. When I stooped to scoop them back into the box, a few caught my eye and I paused to give them a closer look. They were mostly pictures of Declan at different points in his life. I smiled as I flipped through a few more until one made me stop. The smile faded from my face as I examined the picture more closely. It was Declan in a military uniform but something was wrong. I looked closer and recognized the dress uniform of an Army soldier. But hadn't he told me he was in the Air Force? When I looked closer at the picture I could just make out a few letters of his last name on the name tag. Though it was hard to read, I knew without a doubt the letters did not spell O'Shea but rather a last name that started with D-O-N. What the hell was going on? Why had he lied to me about this?
I continued to study the pictures as my mind whirled with questions and accusations. What else was he hiding? A feeling of dread washed over me as I rifled through some of the other pictures in the box. I found another one of Declan that further added to the uneasiness I was feeling. The photo showed him in his graduation cap and gown and he was standing in front of the sign for a high school with a Boston address. He had told me he had lived his high school years in Philadelphia, not Boston. I sat down hard on the bed. Why had he told me so many lies about his past?
My cell phone rang at that exact moment, startling me out of my thoughts. Without thinking I hurriedly stuffed the photos back in the box and slammed the lid closed. I glanced at the caller id, recognizing Declan's number, I groaned aloud. What perfect timing. The last thing I wanted to do was to talk to him. I was feeling guilty about going through his private stuff and confused and hurt by what I had found. I thought about letting the call go to voicemail but knew that would likely cause more problems than it solved so instead I answered on the third ring.
"Hello." I attempted to keep my voice casual while my mind was swarming with a thousand questions.
"Hey there beautiful. What are you doing?" I closed my eyes for a moment.
Looking through your secret photos and catching you in a pile of lies. "Just getting ready to leave your house. I was going to head home to shower and change before I came down to the bar." While I try and figure out who the hell you really are. "What about you? How is work?" It was taking all I had to keep the conversation casual when all I wanted to do was question him about the pictures.
"Busy which is good. But I'm going crazy waiting for you to get here. I need to see you. I miss your smile. And your other assets." His voice added in a sultry tone.
Though my mind was still trying to process the pictures and what they meant, Declan's comment made me laugh. "It has only been a few hours crazy boy. I'll be there soon. I promise"
"I know but it feels like so much longer."
I giggled. He sounded like a petulant child. "Well it won't be much longer."
"Good. Now you drive safe but fast." He laughed and then I heard the click of his phone disconnecting. I stood up from the bed and finally headed to the front door and out to my car. If I was going to deal with this problem at all I had to be away from Declan's house to do it.
On the drive home, I couldn't get the images of Declan in those photographs out of my head. In the shower, I tried to play all of the scenarios that could explain the discrepancies in his story but nothing made sense. I shook my head trying to clear the doubts that w
ere forming about him but the lawyer in me wanted to interrogate him until I had the truth. Unfortunately the woman in me who was on the cusp of falling in love wanted to give him the benefit of the doubt. I decided to hear what he had to say before jumping to any more conclusions. He deserved that much from me.
The bar was busy for a Wednesday night, as Declan had said, with the booths and most of the bar stools filled when I arrived. Declan was behind the bar pouring some drinks for some young ladies as I approached. He was talking and smiling but when he saw me his face broke out into a huge grin which made my heart skip a beat. I spotted a stool at the far end of the bar and claimed it, watching while Declan finished with his customers before joining me. He leaned across the bar, kissing me with some of the same fervor he had shown earlier in the day but I broke the kiss off early. I was still out of sorts from finding those photos. Declan looked at me for a second.
"Everything okay?" He asked clearly sensing something was off.
I shrugged. "Of course. Just a little tired I guess. Not used to these late nights."
He nodded but I could see on his face he knew there was more I wasn't saying. "Well, I'm only here till ten so we can call it a fairly early night. Can I get you a drink?"
"Sure, how about some white wine?"
"You bet." Declan turned to get the drink and I scanned the bar. I could feel his eyes on me while he poured the wine and I knew he was wondering what had happened between when he left me in his bed and now. I couldn't let go of the feeling from having been lied to. I was still stinging from all the deception Thad had put me through and I was not ready to go through that pain again. This was not where I thought this relationship was going earlier today.
Declan returned with my wine and I smiled in appreciation but remained silent. I was still not ready to start the conversation we needed to have. Declan kept watching me closely and looked about to say something when he got called away by a customer. I was relieved for the moment to think about what I wanted to say to him. But the more I thought about the situation and all that had happened in the past few days my head started spinning, my heart started pounding and I felt like I couldn't breathe. All I wanted to do was run away.
Either the emotional roller coaster of the past few days had finally caught up with me and I was on the verge of a nervous breakdown or I was simply so tired from my life my body was giving up on me. I knew either way, I was done with this night and I needed to get the hell out of this bar and away from Declan. I didn't even care enough in the moment to hear what he had to say about the photos, the lies or anything else.
I threw some money on the bar and slipped off the stool, walking quickly to the exit. I heard Declan calling my name but I refused to respond as I pushed my way out the door and headed on shaking legs to my car. I ripped the door open and dropped into the driver's seat. I was just about to slam my car door when Declan appeared beside it, trying to stop me by grasping the edge of the door.
His face looked confused and upset and I felt my heart lurch. I knew I wasn't being fair to him but I didn't know what else to do. "Reagan, what's going on? Where are you going? Why did you leave like that?" He was barking the questions without pausing for an answer.
I let the door go for a moment, allowing him to push it fully open and looked up at him, willing my emotions to stay in check. "Home. I'm going home. I think I just need to be alone tonight. I'm sorry Declan. I shouldn't have come here. I need some time to think about my life. Things are moving so quickly between us." I babbled on while he watched me, his confusion growing with each thing I said. I couldn't blame him – I sounded like a crazy woman.
I continued my rant. "I mean I just kicked my husband out of the house a few days ago. My marriage of ten years is in a shambles. We barely know each other. Even less than I thought we did I realize now. And everything is happening so fast I need some time to think about things. Please leave me alone. I just need to go." I grabbed for the door, feeling the wall of tears threatening to shatter at any moment.
Without another word of argument, he stepped back lifting his hands in defeat, as I slammed the door shut. I started the car and squealed the tires as I accelerated out of the parking lot. Luckily the tears only started to fall as I bumped out of the lot onto the main road and headed away from the bar. I looked in my rear-view mirror and could see Declan still standing where I had left him, a pained and confused expression on his face as he watched me drive away. I looked away from the mirror shaking my head ruefully. I just couldn't deal with anymore of this tonight.
Chapter 7
Clouds rolled across the dark night sky leaving the few trails of moonlight as fractured as my thoughts. I was awake and sitting on the balcony off my master bedroom trying to untangle my life. Thoughts of Declan and Thad and the past few weeks swirled through my mind in a whirlwind of emotions and questions, regrets and pain. A few hours had passed since I left the bar when I heard a familiar sound approaching my house. Declan's motorcycle pulled into my driveway just as I looked over the side of the balcony wall. He jumped off the bike, ripped his helmet off and stalked across the grass to the door. I heard him pounding on my door but my body refused to move downstairs to answer it. I stood clutching the wall and wishing him to go away because I knew if I opened the door I would be lost forever because in spite of everything I was feeling, all I wanted was to be in his arms again.
Finally, when it sounded like my door would fall off its hinges if he hit it one more time, I leaned over the balcony and called to him. "Hey. You don't need to break my door down. I told you I wanted to be left alone. What are you doing here?"
He looked around trying to figure out where my voice was coming from before stepping into the grass. When he spotted me leaning over the balcony, he scowled at me. "I came to talk to you. Open the damn door Reagan. I think I deserve some explanation for your crazy behavior tonight and I'm not leaving until I hear it."
I was shaking my head. "No. I'm not opening the door and no I'm not giving you an explanation tonight. Go home Declan. Please. Just leave me alone. I need some space to think." I said stepping away from the edge and turning to go inside the house.
When I heard him growl from below "Like hell I will", I stopped. I wasn't prepared when moments later I heard the tree next to the balcony rustle loudly. I turned around and watched in astonishment as he hoisted himself first onto a lower branch of the tree before climbing to the higher branches that stretched towards the house. When he reached the branch closest to the house, he leaped across to the balcony wall. Hoisting himself easily onto the wall, he swung his legs over and dropped to his feet before he stalked toward me.
I stepped back from him as he approached, the anger radiating off his face making me hesitate to respond right away. And I hated to admit it but I was also kinda turned on by his pursuit of me. This was definitely a new experience. I pushed the thought away as he came to an abrupt stop in front of me. Dropping his helmet on a chair, he put his hands on his hips leaning in to look me in the face as he spoke. "We are going to talk Reagan. Right now. You owe me that." He barked.
No longer intimidated or attracted to his macho behavior it was my turn to get angry. Who did this guy think he was showing up uninvited and barking orders and demands at me? He was acting like a damn Neanderthal who had come to drag his woman back to his cave and I was having none of it. There was no way in hell I was going to let another man control my life. For thirteen years I had a man try to tell me what to do and how to behave and it wasn't going to happen again.
My eyes narrowed and I snapped back at him. "I owe you? What exactly are you going to do tough guy if I tell you to get the hell off my balcony? Who the fuck are you to come to my home and behave like this anyway? For your information, I don't owe you a damn thing." I glared at him with my arms folded across my chest.
He softened a bit, backing away and looking more upset. His eyes turned down and his shoulders deflated. "I'm sorry. You're right Reagan. You don't owe me anything. And I don'
t have a right to be here acting like a giant asshole. I just lost it when you left the bar like that tonight. I was so confused. I thought we had an amazing day together, after a few other incredible days together before that, and then poof, you disappear without an explanation. I tried to stay away, like you asked, but I was going crazy. I had to see you." He looked like he was about to approach me but instead threw his hands up in the air. "I just need to know what I did, how I hurt you or whatever happened to upset you so bad you left. Let me try to fix it. Please Reagan, please talk to me." His eyes pleaded with me to give him some answers and I felt my resolve to distance myself from him weakening.
He looked really hurt, and so young, as he stood in front of me. My heart was totally melting and my ability to be mad was quickly fading as the moments passed. He was right, I did need to talk to him and I knew the truth was the only thing that might save our relationship, or whatever this was we had going on, from ending before it really began. And he did have the right to at least defend himself.
I sighed loudly. "Okay Declan. You want to talk? Fine. We can talk. I really only have one question for you. Why did you lie to me about who you really are?" The words came with little emotion. I didn't want him to think I was becoming hysterical or overly emotional even though that was exactly what was happening to me inside.
He stepped back like I had punched him in the gut. "What do you mean?" His eyes grew wide with confusion and pain.
I exhaled a second time, dropping my arms as I shook my head. "Let's go inside and I will explain exactly what I mean. I think my neighbors have had enough of a show for one night." I led the way into my bedroom but immediately headed downstairs to the living room. I didn't want any distractions during this conversation and the two of us in a room with a bed was a dangerous combination.
Once in the living room, I walked to the bar and poured a bourbon. "Want one?" I asked holding up the glass and looking at him.
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