Page 27 of Declan

“Okay, cool.” Still amused. “Meet me at my hotel at noon.”

He hung up before I could say anything else.

“Why is your face all red?” Brysen asked, strolling back into the room wearing a pair of boxers with cartoon aliens on them. “Who was that?”

“Declan Price,” I whispered, certain I’d lost my mind.

Brysen stopped searching through my closet—the clothes thief—and gaped. “Huh? Really? Why wouldhebe calling you?”

“Gee, thanks, B,” I said, falling back on the mattress and huffing out a breath.

“No, I mean, there’s nothing wrong with you, obviously,” he backtracked. “I just mean, like, how does he even know you exist?”

He’d been way too drunk to remember Declan at the club.

“I guess you don’t forget the clumsy fool who spills coffee on you,” I responded with a smile.

“What time are you meeting him?”

“Noon.”

“Better get moving, buttercup.” Brysen went back to rifling through my wardrobe. “It’s eleven-fifteen.”

I jumped out of bed like I had a fire under my ass. Bumping Brysen’s small body out of the way, I looked for something to wear that would make me look good but not make me look like I was trying too hard.

Which I totallywastrying too hard, but I didn’t want Declan to know that.

Brysen sat on my bed and watched me as I freaked the hell out.

“Wow, and I thought I was the emotionally unstable one,” he commented.

“You are.”

I found a pair of jeans that weren’t stained or dirty before snatching a shirt off the hanger, grabbing a clean pair of boxers, and running into the bathroom for a quick shower.

“You’re acting like a teenaged girl going on her first date,” Brysen said from the other side of the bathroom door. “My baby Kye is all grown up.”

“Fuck off,” I retorted as I stood under the warm stream of water.

He laughed and walked away from the door.

As I washed my body, my dick begged for attention. Normally, I would’ve gone for it and jerked one out, but I didn’t have enough time. The picture Declan had taken yesterday flashed in my head again. That sexy mouth and eyes that made me weak in the knees.

How was I going to spend the day with him without popping a chub every time he looked at me?

“Fuck it,” I said, sliding a hand down my body and softly groaning as I gripped my dick.

Going straight to my bestspank-bankthoughts, I braced one arm on the wall and pumped my dick. I thought of Declan’s lips stretching as my slick cock slid between them, thought of his amazing green eyes flickering up to mine and holding my gaze as I fucked his mouth. He’d cup my balls and give them a little tug as he bobbed his head, gliding those wet lips up and down my aching cock.

“Shit,” I whimpered, squeezing my eyes shut as warmth shot down my spine.

My body tensed right before I came in shuddering breaths, my muscles quaking. I slowly fisted my dick as it went through spasms, cum mixing with the stream of water. A quick release had been just what I’d needed. Hopefully it’d hold me over for a while.

After rinsing and giving myself a few moments to recoup, I got out, dried myself off, and dressed.

I made it to the hotel five minutes before noon. Brysen dropped me off and left. I hadn’t wanted him to be without his car just in case I wasn’t back by the time he needed to leave, and I’d been running too behind to take my bike.

Nerves swarmed in my stomach, but so did excitement.