I f**k her, holding her up against the shower wall, water spraying everywhere, until she cries out.
“God, I’m there. I’m there already, Declan—oh—”
Her p***y clenches convulsively around my c**k. It feels like being milked by a fist.
I kiss her as I come, my tongue down her throat and my hands under her arse, my thighs burning and my heart on fire.
It doesn’t matter if she won’t say I’m the love of her life. It doesn’t matter if she never tells me how she feels at all.
No words can compete with this.
When we’re both breathing hard and twitching, coming down from the high, she drops her head and hides her face in my shoulder.
She whispers, “You might be a distant second to Nat. Very distant. Jerk.”
My chest expands. I start to laugh, just to have somewhere for the all the emotion to
