Slate (Breaking the Declan Brothers #2) (10 page)

I inhale, whimpering and shaking with pleasure. He pulls out and thrusts back in even deeper all the while gazing up at me with those beautiful, glinting eyes.

He slides his finger out, and with my wetness, he draws a line down my thigh. “Put this,” he circles my knee, “right here.” He moves his hand, pointing his thumb to the right of his shoulder. “And then put this,” he shifts to my other knee, “right here,” he points to the outside of his left shoulder.

Staring down at him, I think about exactly where I’ll be if I do as he asks, straddling his chest, and damn if I can’t stop myself from climbing on top of him. With his firm guidance, I get into position and lower my naked ass down upon his shirt covered chest.

“Good.” His dark eyes beam up at me. “Now, I want to lick you, flick my tongue against your clit, then place my lips around it and suck you there until you come all over my face.”

Holy shit! I take a sharp breath imagining it. That’s hot!

“And, if you want me to do that, too.” His lips slightly turn upward. “Then all you need to do is lift your ass and bring that pretty little pussy on over to my greedy mouth.”

Unable to play the silent game any longer, I gasp. “Oh my God, who the hell are you?” I search his gorgeous face. “Really, where did you come from?”

“Oh, babe, this is me.” His eyelids lower. “It’s always been me. Now be a good girl and give me what I want.”

On shaky knees, I slowly rise. Swaying my hips forward, I watch his tongue slip out of his mouth as it makes its way to my pussy. The split-second tease nearly has me coming. His tongue slides between my lips and makes contact with my clitoris. The urge to come right then attacks my entire body, but I want to feel that flicker he mentioned. And, God, how I want to know what he meant by sucking my clit. I’ve been licked down there before, but...shit, my ass cheeks squeeze tight and I press my hips forward when I feel the suction of his lips on my clitoris. He begins to draw my sensitive nub in and out of his mouth. I think he’s biting it, too. Damn! Whatever he’s doing, it’s driving me crazy. His arm moves up and down my side. I take a quick glance over my shoulder. He’s stroking himself. His hips rise as the movement quickens and I’m done. Between that, and what he’s doing to me with his mouth, lips, and teeth, I can’t hold back any longer. I turn around, grab his head, and grind myself against his greedy mouth. Lost to the consuming feelings, I fuck his face, and I don’t stop until I feed him my exploding orgasm. And he must be hungry. He devours me, growling against me with his own release.

Body shuddering and out of breath, I lower my ass back to his chest. His hand catches me around my nape, and he pulls my mouth to his for a long, wet kiss. “Shit, babe,” he rasps against my lips, “I forgot how good you taste.” He kisses me again. “See,” he licks my lip, “see how good you taste.”

“Slate.” I take a ragged breath, trying to regain my senses. He lets out a light chuckle as he sits up. He wraps his arms around me, turns, and then stands. I cling to him, but he lowers me back on the sofa. He straightens, readjusts himself, and then zips up his jeans. I notice the wet spot on his shirt from where I must’ve been sitting. He glances down at the spot then he looks back at me with a satisfied grin. My cheeks flush hot. He deserves to gloat. That orgasm was off the charts. I hold my breath, bite my tongue, and wait to see what he’s going to do next. I don’t expect him to lean down and kiss me tenderly on the forehead.

“I guess that I’ll go change my shirt,” he says, pulling back with a small smile.

Staring up at him, I realize that I don’t want him to go get a clean shirt. I don’t want him to walk away from me, not ever, and that scares me. Oh, no! I can’t fall for Slate Declan again. I can’t!

My neck is stiff as shit. That’s what I get for insisting to sleep on the sofa last night. After what transpired earlier on the damn sofa, there was no way that I could have slept with Rayna in the bed without fucking her senseless. I promised myself that I wouldn’t do that until just before she releases me from this hell. Locked up with the only woman that I ever loved and feenin’ hard for any drug definitely presents as my very own personal hell.

“Yeah,” Rayna says, with an arm pump.

“You were right.” I toss the controller on the floor. “You’re a fast learner.” That’s the second time she’s kicked my ass in Madden. It’s not one of my favorites. Still, she beat me. I should’ve gone with Grand Theft Auto or Modern Warfare, but I thought they might be too graphic for her.

“I do have a confession to make,” she says, setting her controller on the coffee table. “I’ve played this game before with Lurlene’s brother.”

“That’s the girl staying with you and Emmie at your sister’s place, right?”

She nods. “I met her in Manhattan at one of Emmie’s book club meetings. She has five older brothers.” She smiles. My insides tingle. Man, how I’ve missed that smile. “I met a few of them here and there, but when Emmie and I went to California to visit her parents last summer, her brother, Craig, taught me how to play Madden. We played it all week. They’re really into sports. It’s all they talk about.”

“Yeah, I’ve seen that Lurlene a few times hanging out with Zeke,” I say. Which is strange, considering my little bro normally doesn’t revisit the same chick more than once. Me, I got a couple of friends with benefits, ones who I feel comfortable with, but nothing serious, though. When I come around, they know what’s up, and they got no problem giving me what I need, when I need it, without any expectations. I like it that way. Shit, I ain’t got nothing to offer anyone anyway. My mind is usually working toward one goal, where and when I’m going to get my next high. Odd, since being down here with Rayna—well, that’s after that first night and the initial withdrawals—it really hasn’t crossed my mind. In fact, when it’s time to go, I’m more interested in bending Rayna over the sofa and fucking her hard. Right now, I want that more than getting high. It’s fucked up. I can’t remember the last time getting high wasn’t my top priority. Hell, I don’t know what I’m going to do after I do fuck her. I got it in my head that I’m gonna grab a few hydros and forget all about these past few days. Deep in my chest, I have a feeling that my rusty heart might have other plans. Fuck it. I’ll just wait it out and let the cards fall where they may.

Rayna laughs. “And that’s all they’re going to do is hang out. Lurlene will never agree to Zeke’s rules.”

“No?” Not too many women refuse my little bro. He’s a charmer, real good with the ladies. It’s like a profession, and he’s perfected it.

“Nah.” She smiles, her unspeaking eyes prolonging the moment. “Slate,” she says, hanging on to that beautiful smile, “are you really going to spank me before we leave here?”

I chuckle, not taken a bit back by her candor. She hasn’t changed much after all. “Yes. I certainly am.” I grin. “See, good girls, they get their pussy licked. But bad girls, they get their ass spanked. And you, my little monkey, did a very bad thing when you barricaded yourself down here with me.”

“And what was the good thing that I did?”

My smile broadens. “Well, that’d be safely getting through the first night.”

“Ah... so you’re not too mad at me then for doing what I did?”

“No.” My lips thin. “I’m very angry with you, and when the time comes, I’ll have no problem disciplining you for your hasty actions. What you did was reckless and dangerous. You haven’t seen me in years. You didn’t know what I was capable of doing. You don’t know me anymore, not as you used to. I’ve changed.”

“You don’t need to tell me that. I got a glimpse of how different you were yesterday.” Her cheeks flush pink. “But, no matter what demons you’re fighting, I knew that you would never hurt me, and I was right.”

“You were lucky, that’s all. An addict isn’t someone you should trust, put your faith into, or waste your time on, all they’ll do is let you down.”

She shakes her head. “I just wanted to get you clean to give you a head start; the rest is still up to you. I have no expectations. As I said, when I leave here, I will walk right back out of your life.”

I stare at her, allowing the curiosity to slip into my mind. Do I want her to walk back out of my life? I know that if I continue down the road that I’ve been traveling, it’ll give her safe passage to continue down hers, and these past three days will be nothing more than a pit stop.

“So…” She leans forward in the chair and clasps her hands together. “Tell me, who’s Joey?”

Joey? My skin prickles from hearing the name. How does she know about Joey? I tilt my head, getting the feeling that my thoughts had made it to my face when she says, “You mentioned him the first night.” The softness of her tone and the sympathy in her eyes informs me that I probably said too much about Joey. Dammit. I hate that I can’t remember shit after I take that shit. It’s some scary shit. It’s why I didn’t want her stuck down here with me.

“He’s a kid I knew from Arlington,” I grumble.

“Oh.” She slumps back in the chair. “That’s why his name isn’t familiar. He was a friend from your hometown.”

“Not a friend.”

“You said…” She observes my tense body, and when her steady eyes finally make it to mine, I know that she’s not going to let it go. “You mentioned that he got hurt. What happened?”

Fuck! I really don’t want to go here with her, but she’s relentless and I’m tired—just too damn exhausted to fight her. It’s not as if I can get up and walk away. I lounge back onto the sofa, and just as I did yesterday, I capitulate to the unyielding woman before me. I prepare to give her what she wants. Granted, what she wanted yesterday was a lot easier. I could lick her sweet pussy all day long. This, telling her the truth about my past, sucks.

“You know Grams came to live with us after our parents’ death so that we could finish out the school year?”

“Yeah,” she says.

I sigh, swiping my palm across my short hair and regretting this already. “When we went back to school, shit started going around that my mom was having an affair with the man who-” I pause, I can’t say it. Rayna saves me from doing so as she nods with understanding. “Well,” I clear my throat, “one day, after school, I overheard Joey Tucker calling my mom a whore, and I snapped. I went after him and beat the shit out of him. I was young, eight years old.” I scrub my hand over my chin. “It still took two teachers to pull me off him, but by the time they did, it was too late. I hurt him real bad, put him in the hospital for weeks. I was so angry. Mad that my parents were killed, mad that they’d been taken from me and I didn’t know why, mad about what people were saying about my mom, and mad that I had to leave my home. I took all that rage and I released it on that scrawny, little kid. Still, to this very day, Joey Tucker walks with a limp.”

“Oh, Slate,” she says, eyes glossing over. “Why didn’t you ever tell me?”

“Tell you? Hell, I was ashamed of what I’d done. It wasn’t something I wanted to tell anyone.”

“Baby, that’s not you,” she says, getting up from the chair. She kneels down in front of me and places her hand on my quivering thigh. “I’m sure you didn’t mean to hurt him. You were young. Your life had been turned upside down because you had just lost your parents. It’s understandable that you lashed out. But, you’re not like that. You’re kind. You’re caring.”

“Yeah.” I chuckle, knowing that I don’t warrant her compassion. “That’s what two years of counseling will buy you, Rayna. You just don’t get it. This, what you see now, is me. I’m an angry person, and these hands,” I clench my fists, “were made for fighting. That guy you knew, he was the product of countless therapy sessions. I had to learn to be caring and fucking kind, but deep down,” I hit my hollow chest, “in here, I’ve always been nothing but ruthless.”

“No.” She grabs my hand and squeezes it. “I don’t believe that.”

“Like I give a shit if you believe it or not.”

“Come on, Slate.” She grasps my hand tighter. “You cared about me,” she says, her voice cracking with every word. “I know you did. You were good to me.”

“That’s because I fucking loved you. I would have done anything to be close to you, even be your so-called friend. You were the only person who calmed me. When I was around you, the anger disappeared. You’re the reason I was able to stop the counseling.”

“No.” She releases my hand and sways back from me. “Don’t you dare put that on me. You became a better person all on your own. You had to; otherwise, you’re saying that everything that’s happened to you is because I left here, and you can’t lay that blame on me. You’re an addict! You did that to yourself!”

“No.” I reach out for her. “Wow, no, babe.” I grab her wrist and draw her shaking body back to me. “I didn’t mean that,” I say, gazing into her wild green eyes as I stroke her hair, trying to calm her. “I was okay after you left. I finished college and got my degree.”

“You did?” She slackens beneath my grip, resting back down on her knees.

“Yeah, I did,” I say, running a thumb down the side of her face. “Up until the fire, I really was doing all right.” I palm her soft cheeks and pull her closer to me. “Rayna, you’re not to blame for the shit in my life.” I examine her beautiful face. “You’re right. I did do this to myself. This is my fault, and I’m sorry for making you feel like it was yours.” I lean forward and kiss her trembling lips. “I’m sorry, monkey.” I rest my forehead against hers. “But I did try to warn you.”