Page 44 of Declan
Inhaling deeply, I strode into the living room and plopped down on the other end of the couch.
Brysen smiled at me, looking way too sweet. He was a demon in disguise.
“How did writing go?”
“Eh.” I shrugged and looked at the TV.
Royal wore a dark blue suit and a lavender tie. He was the type of guy who could look classy as fuck one moment and then look like a total jock the next.
“Trouble on set?” Royal said before fucking the camera with his blue eyes. He had a face made for television and the perfect smirk to go with it. “Reports have come in of Declan Price lashing out during filming over the past several days.”
Photos flashed across the screen of Declan sitting in the break area on set. Damn paparazzi always found ways to get their pictures. In one of them, he was glaring at something in the distance, and in another it looked like he was arguing with Gideon—who was referred to asbodyguard.
“Rumors have it that the actor was seen arguing with one of his co-stars before doing the same to his bodyguard. He also made a rude gesture to a reporter when asked about his relationship with Jennifer Parker.”
“Some suspect that the alleged couple’s having issues,” Beth added. Her low-cut blouse showed her perky tits and she kept angling them toward the camera. “Heartache in Addersfield, maybe?”
“Why the fuck is this even news?” I scoffed. “People have bad days all the time. It’s not news worthy.”
“Any reason why he’d be upset?” Brysen asked.
I snapped my head toward him.
“What?” His hazel eyes widened. “You didn’t tell me, like, anything about your day with him, Kye. That’s not like you. You’ve been in love with this guy foryearsand when you get the chance to spend the day with him, you don’t talk to me about it.”
“Because there’s nothing to talk about,” I snapped as an ache jammed into my chest. “We ate lunch and I showed him around town. That’s all.”
“Okay.” Brysen’s face fell and he focused on the TV.
Great. His feelings are hurt.
“I fucked him, Brysen.”
He flipped around to gawk at me. “What?”
“Well, technically he fuckedme.”
“Oh my god!” He lunged forward and attacked me. His blanket slapped me in the face, and I jerked my head to the side. He grabbed my face and turned it back toward him. His smile was so big he reminded me of the freaking Cheshire cat. “Tell me everything. Is his cock huge? What does he sound like when he fucks? Is he, like, a screamer or a grunter? What position were you in?”
“Dude.” I pushed him off me and stood from the couch. “I’m not answering that.”
But I alwaysdidtell Brysen that stuff. If he knew I was going to fuck a really hot guy, he’d unload all those questions on me, and we’d sit and gush like damn schoolgirls when I got back.
Hell, we’d even given the guys nicknames. Like“Stud”for the guy who had his dick pierced and“Coke-can”for the guy whose dick, well…looked like a coke can. And that had fucking hurt like a bitch.
Yet, when it came to Declan, I was tight-lipped. I didn’t want to give the juicy details, because it’d be like cheapening the experience. He hadn’t been a random fuck for me to give a funny nickname to. As irritating as he’d been about admitting the truth, he was still the most gentle and caring man I’d ever slept with.
“Kye, I’m not sure you realize how huge this is,” Brysen said, throwing off the blanket. He was only in his boxers. Typical. “How many people can say they’ve actually fucked their dream man? And you won’t tell me about it. How rude.” He flopped onto his back and flung his arm over his face, always such a drama king. “Give mesomethinghere. Some kind of detail. I’m dying.”
“He was…” I paused as I remembered the way Declan had pressed kisses to my temple as he’d pushed inside me. How he’d managed to fuck me like a wild man, but still be tender at the same time. “Unexpected.”
“Wow,” Brysen said in a dry tone. “That was awesome. I feel like I was there with that amount of detail.”
“Ah, shut up,” I said with a laugh. “Go find a daddy to ride.”
“You know what?” He sat up and hopped off the couch. “I will. And maybe he’ll feed me, too. Because my best friend is mean and wants me to starve.”
Brysen ran to the bathroom and the shower turned on. It didn’t matter what day of the week it was, he was always ready to go out and have some fun. He didn’t work that night, so he was allowed to do whatever he wanted.
