Page 47 of Petals of Blue: Part One
"That's true. But I grew into who I am now because of those experiences. And who am I?"
Smirking, I answer, "A badass."
"Yup!" She kisses my forehead. "So let me deal with this, okay?"
"Okay." I trust her with my life and hopefully now that I'm older she can put more focus on herself.
And maybe four men?
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FELIX
I'm going to snap. All night long I tried to approach Blue at the club. Her friends kept getting in the way and shaking their heads at me. I'm their boss, so I could have demanded I see Blue. I didn't because manipulating the situation and using my position to force it won't win me brownie points.
We agreed to give Blue some space for a while because it was clear she needed time to think. She hasn't completely blocked us out of her life, which has allowed us to begin mending what we broke. I'm just getting antsy with only feeding her dinner at work.
I want more.
On the other hand, I'm so fucking horny I'm losing my mind.
I haven't so much as looked at another woman since I almost got to second base with Blue almost two months ago. I've been far too anxious to see her and fix things, so my priorities are fucked.
My poor dick is being neglected and, to top it off, Blue is always dressed is the most amazing outfits. She's toned, curvy, and my God, her hair is amazing.
Then there's Declan. I'm pissed off because there shouldn't beanything—zero vibes—between us. But ever since that morning in the coffee shop, there's more.
It's a mindfuck. I have Roman eyeing me left and right with threatening glares. Jared pokes at me, telling me I should figure my shit out constantly, and the man who's exciting me is avoiding me.
Declan's had the great excuse of a busy café in the morning and early afternoons when I'm free. Our work schedules make it impossible for me to see him, especially when he does everything in his power to run away from me.
Now it's Monday, and I know for a fact he won't be going into work today. Why? Because I lied and said I had to go in and do inventory this morning.
He's shown his patterns by not being wherever I am, so I'm forcing the issue now. Wewilltalk this out.
The house has been quiet this morning with Jared at the high school today and Roman off stalking Blue. Or as he likes to call it, hanging around her apartment building in hopes of seeing her.
Poor guy is struggling. We're all worried that our efforts aren't appreciated. She hasn't told us to fuck off in a while, though, so that's a win.
I've been sitting at the kitchen island for about half an hour when I decide I've had enough. It's almost ten in the morning, and my anxiety is through the fucking roof. Declan and I need to sort this out right fucking now.
Swallowing the last sip of my black coffee, I stand and beg my heart to calm down.I am in control. Right? That's why I'm taking advantage of my lie so we can have this chat on my terms.
If I've learned anything about Declan's approach with me, it's that he will avoid it at all costs. And hide it too, obviously, because I had no fucking idea. Does that make me the bad guy?
Picking up my pace, I round the corner to the back hallway where Declan and Jared's rooms are. D's door is closed, so he must be asleep.Well, not for much longer.
I grip the handle and shove it open, my angst getting the best of me as I barrel through the door. "We need to talk," I demand, but I end up gasping on my words.
A strangled noise erupts from Declan just as his rock hard cock releases ropes and ropes of cum. Our eyes lock, his wide but full of pleasure, and I'd bet my ass that mine look similar.
Holy shit. Holy. Fucking. Shit.
"Fuck, Felix," Declan groans, his voice thick with a remaining moan. His hips buck one last time, and saliva pools in my mouth. I swear my dick jumps with his movement too.
My chest vibrates as if something inside of me is shifting with all the new possibilities before me. It's been a long damn time since I've fucked around with a man. But Declan looks like something else.
D is all man who looks ready for round two.
