Page 43 of Declan (Gold Team #5)

Three months later—Utah

“Baby, you gotta decide,” Declan complained. “I liked the last three places.”

We’d been traveling. Some places like Virginia and Arkansas we’d only spent the night. Some places like Tennessee and Oklahoma we’d stayed a few days. Texas, New Mexico, and Colorado we’d stayed longer because Declan had liked it there. Now we were in Bluff, Utah, and I was in love.

The town was so small it was barely a blip on the map, but it was so full of culture and beauty I was in awe.

From the sandstone bluffs to the San Juan River, the Bear Ears Monument, their Winter Solstice Burn—which I really wanted to see—the annual balloon festival, I loved everything about the area. But it still didn’t feel like home.

I wasn’t sure what home felt like, but I figured I would know it when we stumbled upon it. In the meantime, I was happy to just keep exploring. And so was Declan, even if he was grumbling about me picking a place to settle down.

We’d spent the day two hours north of Bluff at the Canyonlands National Park.

The views were otherworldly, even Declan had stood silently on the lookout and took in the spectacular canyons a thousand feet below and smiled.

And I was happy to report, those were coming frequently—his smiles, that was.

It wasn’t that he’d suddenly turned into a light-hearted, jolly, fun-loving guy. I mean, Declan was Declan. But he smiled a lot and he laughed often—normally when he said I was acting like a goof. I didn’t know I could act like a goof , and I didn’t think I did.

However, over the last three months, I felt lighter.

I felt the ugly lifting, and I felt the filth washing away.

I felt this because Declan went to great pains to make sure I felt it.

He was gentle with me always, but not in a condescending way.

He didn’t treat me like I needed to be coddled and protected. He simply was Declan.

So now we were in our bed in a kickass cabin we’d rented.

It was so kickass, it had a lime-green exterior door, Native American tile casing all of the windows, which made the adobe-style cabin so freaking cool, I wanted to build an exact replica of it wherever we settled.

But I knew it wouldn’t be in Bluff, Utah—even though I loved it there.

“Let's try Idaho next,” I told him.

“Whatever you want.”

His tone was teasing but his statement was not. Declan would give me whatever I wanted.

He had me tucked close to his side, my head resting on his shoulder, his hand on my hip, my hand on his chest, and I was lightly tracing my fingertips over his tattoo.

“I want to try,” I whispered, and Declan’s body went solid.

“Not yet.”

That was his answer every single time I’d tried to convey to him I was ready to give him a blowjob.

What man turned down repeated offers for a woman to suck him off?

Declan, that’s who. I was ready, I wanted to give it a try.

I trusted him. We had sex frequently—as in daily.

The first couple of times he’d taken me missionary, he’d gone to extreme lengths to make sure I was comfortable.

I’d taken my time getting to know every inch of him with my hands.

It hadn’t taken long for Declan to relax when I explored his body with my hands and mouth—everywhere except one part of him.

His dick. My mouth was not allowed around him and I was starting to get peeved.

I didn’t want any barriers, no limits. I wanted both of us to be free of the restrictions we’d had in the beginning. And we were pretty much there, with the exception of me sucking him off and him taking me from behind.

“Dec—”

“Not yet, baby.” His head turned, his chin dipped down, and his fiery eyes locked onto mine. “Take your panties off, I want you to climb on.” His veiled order was punctuated with a squeeze on my hip, which meant it wasn’t a request but an order.

I pressed deeper and tilted my head back so I could brush my lips against his.

Now, Declan always treated me gentle, he always had a mind to what I needed.

But, gone were the slow kisses Dec had introduced me to.

That wasn’t to say they weren’t still sweet, they were just sweet in a deep, wet, wild way.

And there were still times when he started out soft and slow, but they always brought us to where we were right then, seriously deep and wet and he was leading us to wild.

I loved kissing him.

“Baby,” he growled against my lips and I shivered.

Yeah, I loved kissing him, but I really loved it when he grew impatient.

I quickly shimmied out of my panties, threw my leg over him, and straddled his lap. My wet center hovered over his hard dick.

“Christ, you look like a goddess—a fucking queen. Every time, you take my breath.”

His hands went to my sides as he gathered the material of my t-shirt. Goose bumps raised as his knuckles skimmed my skin when he pulled the shirt up, forcing my arms to follow, then it was over my head and tossed aside.

“Brush your hair over your shoulder. I wanna see you.” Again, his request was a demand, and my thighs started to tremble.

Declan was bossy. Outside of being naked, I balked at this. Naked, I couldn’t get enough.

“Take me.”

I lifted, fisted his cock, and gave him a few strokes, loving the way his jaw clenched and his pectoral muscles jumped.

“Look at me, Declan.”

“I see you, baby,” he returned, looking right at me.

“No, honey, see me. I’m strong.”

I positioned him where I needed him, the tip notched in, and I slowly started to sink down.

“Yeah, you are. So fucking strong.”

I took more of him and told him, “You make me stronger.”

“Autumn,” he moaned.

“So strong, I can do anything.” I slid down more and stopped. “No boundaries, Declan. You and me. Together, we can do anything.”

I leaned forward and placed my hands on his abs, roaming over the ridges and valleys. Something that used to set him on edge, but now he tensed for a different reason.

He liked me touching him.

“Anything,” he muttered. “Fucking hell, you gotta move, baby.”

His red eyes were flashing with desire. Declan liked me on top, he liked the view, I knew this because he told me. He wasn’t stingy with his compliments, he never withheld his affection, and he was never selfish with his words .

I slowly glided up, then back down, over and over, until I was full and my head tipped back.

“Eyes,” he grunted, and I righted my head. “Hard, Autumn, I want you to ride me hard.”

His fingertips dug into my hips and he helped me do just that.

Hard, fast, and so freaking good I felt my orgasm fast approaching.

“Lean forward, baby, I want your tits.”

I did as he asked and as soon as my nipple was within reaching distance, his mouth latched on, his tongue swirled, and finally, he gave me the edge of his teeth and that was all it took for the dam to break and pleasure to wash over me.

“Declan,” I groaned.

He tore his mouth away and bucked up. Not holding back, he moaned my name.

Sweetest freaking sound.

“Baby, fuck. So damn good. So fucking hot and wet.”

A few moments later, one hand lifted my hip, moved up my back, and he fisted my hair, bringing my face close to his.

“Fucking love you, Autumn. So goddamn beautiful.”

Every. Time.

Every single time, that’s what he told me.

His mouth hit mine and he groaned his orgasm down my throat.

Nine times out of ten he did that, too. The other one percent he bit the soft spot between my neck and my shoulder. It was a toss-up which was better. Right then, I was leaning toward the growl, though I always did until I got the bite, then I changed my mind.