Page 43 of Petals of Blue, Part One (Wilted Duet #1)

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FELIX

She. Is. Something. I don't think defining Blue with words is possible. She has something that few people have.

It's an energy. One that no matter how hard you try to avoid it or deny its existence, it captures you anyway. Once it has you, you wonder why you fought it to begin with.

She draws you in, and once she so much as smiles at you, you'll never want to be free of her orbit.

Blue Bennett is life. How would you describe life?

Life is...

Beautiful, dark, chaotic, scary, wonderful, maybe even a little unpredictable? And you know what? No matter how unbalanced the scales can get sometimes between the good and bad, you still fucking crave it. Want more of it. Beg for more time with it. Worship it.

Blue is...

Beautiful, dark, chaotic, scary, wonderful, and a little unpredictable. And I know for a fact, no matter the good days or bad days, I crave her. I want more of her. To beg for her time. I want to worship her.

So if I had to describe Blue, I would tell you she has an energy that matches life.

Her face is lit up like the sun, while her body grinds like sin. Arms lifted over Roman's shoulders, she looks larger than life and like she won't ever stop reaching for the stars.

One year older.

I vow right here and now never to miss another birthday.

"We should get her home," Declan suggests, having chosen to stay mostly sober with me. I wouldn't have minded if he had a few more drinks, but I'm proud of him for setting a boundary for himself.

As the designated driver, I've spent the past few hours watching over the group and making them drink water. Declan has been taunting me with not-so-subtle dick touches, making my job to look out for everyone a bit harder.

Like right now!

"Felix?" he moans in my ear and slides his hand up my shirt.

I clench my jaw and grab his like I love to do. Canting his head to the side, I growl out my demand, "Get your ass to the break room. If you aren't on your knees when I get there, you aren't coming for a fucking week."

He chokes on a gasp and calls me rude. That's what teases get. I watch him push through the crowd, and once he's out of sight, I hustle for Kevin and Levi.

Their heads are close together at the bar, but they listen adamantly when I ask them to keep watch for me. I don't mind their knowing smirks because I'm all in on Declan.

I have no embarrassment or shame about our budding relationship. He's mine, just like Blue is—will be.

I'm thankful for my jeans keeping my boner at bay, but once I bust through the door to the staff lounge, I'm ready to rip the fabric from my body. Snarling and popping the button, I lock the door behind me.

"Impatient much?"

My blood heats in response to Declan's sassy remark. I turn and stomp toward his kneeling form just feet away from me.

"You're gonna suck my cock to keep your sassy mouth quiet, and while you're at it, you're going to fuck your wandering hand."

He raises a dark brow and smirks up at me. He must either be as impatient as me or realize just how fucking serious I am because he reaches for my crotch.

My breathing turns ragged as he undoes my jeans. His large hand pulls me free, and I sigh in relief only for my lungs to stutter when he sucks me down his throat in one move.

"Fuck," I hiss. His hair is in my fist a moment later. Unable to control myself, I dominate his mouth until he's gagging and drooling out the sides. Cursing again, I pause and nudge his hip with my foot to get him moving on his own cock.

He moans and flicks his gaze up to me. While my balls draw up in appreciation for the sexy man on his knees, my heart thumps extra hard because he's Declan. My Declan now.

"Make yourself feel good, D. But don't forget about me," I remind him and drag the head of my cock along his tongue again.

I have to shift a little to watch him jerk himself off, and that movement makes him swallow around me. Tensing, I try to pull him off. "Dec, you do that again and I'll come. Wait a second."

Of course, he doesn't wait. Declan swallows, then gags, effectively sending me right over the edge into unimaginable pleasure. "Fuck fuck fuck!" I roar out my release, and manage to catch the final spurts of his own release painting his white T-shirt.

Unable to help myself, I yank him to his feet, catch him when he stumbles and force my tongue into his mouth. Satisfaction and something primal expand in my chest when Declan clings to me and steals the breath from my lungs as if I am his oxygen.

I pull away first even though I hate breaking our moment that went from sexy to tender really quick.

"We need to get Blue and the guys home. Then maybe.

.." I gulp, not used to seeking out more from someone.

"We sleep together tonight? Not sex," I add, knowing we agreed to wait until Blue was with us. "Just cuddling."

Ugh, that was so lame.

Declan kisses away my embarrassment then says, "I'd love that."

Me too.