Page 100 of Little Fury

“This is nice for him, Ava.”Declan tells me.

“Gentlemen, tell me if I’m right. I assume Liam never told you about our previous encounter?”Declan grunts in confirmation.“I’m also assuming, Declan, you never told Liam about me until after I left?”Again, he grunts at me in confirmation.

“Dec, why didn’t you tell Liam about me? We were together for a while.”

“He didn’t tell me because he knew I would have stopped it. You’re a dangerous person, Ava. Your life is dangerous, and I work hard to keep that shit away from him.”Liam explains.

“I didn’t tell him I met you because I wasn’t risking losing you for anyone or anything,”Declan tells me, confirming what Liam had said.

“But why would you put an end to it? Declan is a Campbell. He knows about all that shit.”I asked Liam.

“Because, Ava, while Declan is a Campbell and very good with a gun, a sniper rifle, and has an above-average right hook, he is not a part of the world you and I dwell in. He is adoctor. And yes, he repairs a lot of bullet wounds, stabbings, and beatings that my men and I sustain in our work, but he is not part of it.”

“That explains why you had everything you needed to patch me up when I came to you after escaping Marcus,”I say. He doesn’t reply; he just tips his beer to me. Declan still hasn’t looked at me, his eyes trained on his beer.

“So, what now, Dec?”I ask.

His eyes snap to mine.“What do you mean,‘what now’, Ava?”Declan gets to his feet fast and stalks toward me. I find myself backing up from him until I hit the wall of the outdoor shower. Declan keeps walking until his feet touch mine. His hand goes around my throat, pressing lightly.

“Declan,”Liam warns from behind him.

“This doesn’t concern you, Liam, so you would do well to shut the fuck up, Seanfhear. Now, Ava, I will ask again. What. Do. You. Mean. What. Now.” He cocks his head to the side ever so slightly. “Do you think because my brother touched you first, it changes that you’re mine? That I love you?”

“Ah, well–”

“Nope, I’m not done speaking yet, Ava,”he tightens his grip on my throat slightly. Over Declan's shoulder, I see Liam take another step toward us.“I don’t care if he tasted you first. I don’t care if he made you come first. I don’t care if he fucked you first. You and I are not fucking around, Ava. You are my fucking endgame. If we need to have a conversation about my brother, we can. I can accommodate almost anything for the people I love, but listen to me very, very well.”His hand tightens slightly with every very. “You are mine. Do you understand me? I am not leaving you again; you are not leaving me, again. There will never be a time when you and I are not together. How that looks down the road where the asshole behind me is concerned is a conversation we’ll have to have at some point, judging by the way he’sholding himself back from ripping me off of you. But none of that, none of his bullshit can or will change us and what this is. Am I making myself clear, Ava?”

“Yes,”I tell him, swallowing against his hand.

“Good.”He kisses me hard and fast, then lets go of my neck. He turns to his brother.“Do we need to have a conversation, Liam?”

Liam runs his hands through his hair, then grabs the back of his neck and looks up at the sky.“Fuck,”he grunts, then turns on his heel and leaves us standing there.

Declan looks at me, shaking his head.“Goddammit, Liam,”he mutters and heads into the house, leaving me alone outside to wonder what the fuck just happened.

About an hour later, I’m lying in my favourite chair on my balcony when Declan opens the door and steps out. I put my book down, sit up, and cross my legs. I don’t know what to say, so I just blurt out,“We didn’t fuck. He made me come, and we were going to, but Marcus got fucked up and almost killed a prostitute because he was angry. I chose to stay with Liam instead of leaving with him and Alexi after your brother insulted him. Our night got cut short since I had to deal with Marcus and Alexi and the almost dead prostitute.”

He looks at me with many different expressions on his face.“Jake, I'm sorry; I can find someone else to work with. Or I can work alone. Or–”he places his hand over my mouth, stopping me from spewing more things at him.

“Ava,”he sighs.“Please stop talking. Liam, you, and I will figure shit out when we need to. As for you working under the Campbell name, I won't even discuss you working alone or under another family. Liam, no matter what will protect you with all his reach and resources, so I don’t want to hear any more of that shit. As for the not fucking and him making you come and Marcus almost killing a prostitute, that was probably shit I didn’t need to know, at least not tonight. Butalas, here we are. So, I vote that we table all this talk until you or Liam make it an issue, okay?”

I look at him, about to ask what he means, but he places his hand over my mouth again and shakes his head.“But I don’t understand,”I mumble against his hand.

“Ava, stop talking. It's fine.”

“But I need you to know,”I say into his hand that is still covering my mouth.

He drops his head back with a dramatic sigh.“Enough Ava, I promise it's fine. I’m fine . Don’t make me tell you again, please.”

“But,”I start to say against his hand.

“Ava, three.”He says to me, and I look at him, confused.“Three times I told you to stop talking about it, but you didn't. Apparently, I’m going to have to make you stop. Now, get on your knees and open your fucking mouth.”I hesitate for a moment, He’s all dark and stormy, but I uncross my legs and slide off the chair onto my knees. He lowers his shorts and grips his hardening cock in his hand. I open my mouth.

He leaves me like that for a minute while he works his hand over his shaft slowly. He steps closer, placing the head of his cock on my tongue.“Lick,”he commands, and I comply. I lick my tongue over the head of him, then trail my tongue down his shaft to his hand at the base and back up.“Now suck, Ava, just the head and suck hard.”

I follow his instructions, taking the head of his cock into my mouth and sucking hard. Jake's hand goes to my hair, wrapping my ponytail around his hand. I can't suppress the moan that escapes as he pulls my hair.“Again. Suck again and take more of me this time,”he commands.

I take him into my mouth until my lips meet the hand, he’s using to stroke himself.“Keep going,”he tells me, tightening his grip on my hair. I moan again, the vibration sendingshivers through his cock, making him groan at the sensation. He pushes me further down on him, my hands bracing against his thighs for balance.

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