5. Chapter 5

Chapter 5

Moira

H is face on the other side of the door both shocks and thrills me. I never expected to see Declan again. Part of me hoped that I was wrong, but the other part, the one that I’m tamping down right now, is wishing like hell that I could change things. That I could turn back the clock. I would never have done what I did. My life would have turned out so much differently. If I’d kept my mouth shut and listened to that voice inside my head that was screaming to get away, and not cave because of my da, I wouldn’t be in this mess.

I wouldn’t have had to flee my homeland at such a time. My da would be as good as dead and not just behind bars. And the man that did his bidding, against his will, would be free as well. All the while I’m thinking this, the most beautiful man stares back at me with eyes more honest than I’ve seen in years. This man is here to apologize to me for looking out for his family. For doing his job. For all intents and purposes, I should be the last person that he apologizes to. I can’t help but think that maybe he’s paying me lip service because of our tryst this afternoon. He thinks that he owes me something for what we did.

As he rises to leave, I touch his arm. “Declan, I want you to know...no matter what your family found out about me...it’s...it’s not what you think.”

He nods, looking at the ground. “I understand, Moira. More than you know.”

I grasp his hand. “Thank you.”

He gives my hand a squeeze, and it’s like an electrical pulse travels through my veins. As much as I attempt to hide my reaction, Declan’s reaction almost matches mine. His eyes go to my lips, and suddenly I’m possessed. His bottom is on my couch, and I find myself straddling him, as our lips and tongues connect. As he pulls the straps down from my jumpsuit, I feel alive again, like he breathes new life into me, and I pull his shirt out from his pants as though his clothes are on fire. With my breasts exposed, his mouth is on them in a heartbeat, making me instantly wet between the legs.

The way he pulls at my jumpsuit bottom, I fear that he’s going to ruin another garment of mine, and it would be worth it, but this material is too strong, so I lift off him and step out of them, leaving only my panties. “Take them off, lass.” He says, his voice husky.

With my eyes, I tell him yes, as I pull them down, squeezing my breasts together in the process. The swell in his pants begs me to free him, and I do. Climbing back onto him, I pull his shirt over his head, and then undo his pants, all the while he sits there, seemingly drinking me in. “God, you are the most beautiful woman in the world, Moira.” He says in awe, making my heart skip a beat. I try not to think about the warm tone in his voice. It’s not sultry, not lustful, is it...love?

Before fear gets the better of me, I go for bold, as I open his pants, sliding them down just far enough. “I want to fuck you with my mouth, Declan.” His cock is exposed, and with those words, I watch it twitch. “I see you approve.”

My brow lifts as I get down on my knees and take him in my mouth. He lets out a choppy sigh that sets my pulse racing, as his cock engorges fully, filling my mouth. It’s the most beautiful dick I’ve ever seen, even though admittedly, I haven’t seen many. Healthy veins pop out the sides, with a shaft so long and perfectly thick, and a head so plump and juicy, I can’t help but suck the tip, effectively sending him into another dimension. His mouth opens but no sound comes out as he tries to absorb the intense pleasure.

“God...Moira.” Is all he manages on exhale, in a soft grunt.

No other man has said my name so beautifully before.

His fingers grasp the couch cushions as I suck the length of him, pumping the shaft in time, while his pelvis moves with me. I’m soaking wet and I can’t wait to fuck him more and more. “What you do to me...” He breathes, sliding his hand through my hair. “I want to feel you, baby.” His hand grasps my arm gently, and I rise, as he rises. Lips on mine, he kisses me so erotically, pulling me to him, lifting me as he enters me, making me cry aloud. He starts walking towards the wall, and my back presses onto it, while he thrusts deliciously hard into me, answering my unspoken request.

We fuck on every other surface, until he reaches my bed. Every wall, every bit of space, like we’re starved for each other, like it hasn’t only been a mere ten hours since we last fucked. As my back finally finds the mattress, he becomes tender, cupping my face with his hands, fucking me slower, deeper, making me so wet and driving me almost to the edge in mere seconds. Back arching, I feel his lips on my breasts, while he thrusts in the perfect angle, so perfect it hits my clit...and I’m gone down the rabbit hole. “Oh! Fuck me, Declan!” I cry out, not recognizing my own voice. “Don’t ever stop fucking me!”

I can feel his balls slamming into me, as he fucks me harder, letting me feel my orgasm like I’ve never felt one before. He’s winded and breathing heavy in my ear as I come down, and he slows, now cupping my face again. His voice is sultry, his eyes hooded when he says. “I think I can get another one out of you.”

With those eyes, that cock, and that voice, there is no contest. I could fuck this man day in and day out and never get tired of it. He lifts slightly, watching my face, and he knows that he’s found the spot when I bite my lip. “God, Declan...how do you know my body so well?” I pant, arching my back again, feeling myself climbing fast, aching to come for him again.

He answers, making my bed squeak, fucking me perfectly, as I feel his cock get impossibly hard inside me, and his soft moans tell me that he’s right there with me. It’s my undoing. My orgasm crushes me, as he catches it, fucking me harder, hitting all the right spots in all the right angles and speed, and it comes out of me impossibly strong, stronger than the one earlier today that I thought would kill me. I never knew I could hit such high notes as I squeal at the top of my lungs, feeling him shoot inside me, wetting me, making me feel things I’ve never felt before.

We’re both so wet I feel it dripping as he lays on me. You’d think it would be gross, but it’s such a turn on, knowing how much we pleased each other. Knowing how good we are together. His arms surround me, his biceps cradle me, and his choppy breath whispers in my ear, almost setting me alight again. Declan Harris is the sexiest man alive, and he seems to be mine. Under my spell that I didn’t know I’d cast on him. Lips kissing me up my neck, chest, and then on my lips, he looks at me with his dreamy blue-green eyes, all satiated and as sexy as hell. “You bring things out in me that I never knew I had, lass.”

“Aye, same here. I never had sex like this before.”

“Same.” He frowns. “It would sure be a shame to waste it, Moira.”

My fingers comb through his hair. “It sure would. But I don’t think it’s right, Declan. You’re bound to get hurt. And something tells me that you’ve been hurt before.”

He nods once for emphasis. “Aye. I have. But by a woman much different than you.”

“You barely know me, Declan.”

“While that may be true, there’s something about you that draws me to you, Moira. There’s no denying that.”

“I feel the same, Declan. But I don’t want to hurt you.”

“Well, lass, you didn’t hurt me just now.” He says, half teasing.

“This is sex, Declan. Not the real world.”

He pulls out of my carefully, and lays on his side, leaning up so that he can look at my eyes. “Why don’t you tell me what happened in Scotland, lass? You can’t hurt me by telling the truth.”

My gaze goes to his chest. I can’t look him in the eye when I say this. “It’s not something that I’m proud of. And part of the reason why I fled Scotland was so that I wouldn’t have to talk about it to anyone.” I look at him quickly. “It’s not that I don’t trust you. And I’m sure that you’ve already uncovered enough about me to incriminate me, so I feel like I’d need some kind of corroboration, to make my story stick.”

“The man that researched you was incompetent, Moira. Anything you tell me I know will be the truth.” He pulls the blankets over us, and I’m thinking that it’s not only for warmth and comfort, but also so that I don’t feel so exposed and vulnerable.

I slide a finger down the side of his cheek. “Why ruin such a wonderful moment, Declan?”

He sighs and snuggles in next to me. “Okay, lass, but you’ve got to give me something to go back with. My cousin Malcolm found your panties and bra, and he promised me he wouldn’t rat on me unless I got the whole truth. It sounds like high school drama, I know, but he’s not kidding.”

I can’t help but gasp, and then I spit out a laugh. “Oh no!”

He nods. “Oh, yes. He pulled your bra out from between the couch cushions in the gazebo, and then not a breath later, he spied your panties on the pool deck. If I’d known that he was paying me a visit, I would have tidied up, but that’s my life, lass.”

“Shit.” I chuckle, as if I’ve just been caught with my pants down. “You must have been so embarrassed. I’m so sorry. We were in such a rush when we left, there was no time.”

“I know.” He concedes. “But I’m serious, lass. You’ve got to give me something.”

I lie back down, next to him, as he pulls me close under the covers. He kisses my lips and rubs my nose with his, a gesture so pure and sweet, it almost draws tears to my eyes. And with that, I fold. “My da is a greedy cocksucker. There’s no other way to explain it.”

“My da always said that when investigators are looking for the perpetrator, the easiest way to do it, is just to follow the money.”

“Your da and I would get along great, Declan.” I chuckle matter-of-factly.

“Easy, killer. We’ve still got to get you on his good side.” He snuffles softly, rubbing his nose on mine again.

I kiss his lips, playing along. “Anyway, my brothers are just as greedy, and they all hated my maternal grandfather, since he was as rich as they come, and he wouldn’t give them a dime.”

“Sounds like your granddad was a wise man.”

“He was. Especially when he left me his money. All of it.”

He lifts his head in a sort of sideways nod, as he’s lying sideline. “I see where this is going, lass.”

I continue. “Da was in every shady business deal you can imagine. And he was doing well for himself for a time. Hired an assistant and everything, but then he started asking for too much, and the lad had problems of his own, so he couldn’t give up the job on account of the money that da was paying him.”

“And you couldn’t help him, because you didn’t know. The lad was too proud.”

“Exactly. Anyway, when granddad died, da got very bitter and nasty. My brothers started to worry that he was getting involved with underground things, and I’d moved out. I was in medical school at the time, living on campus. Years went by and I didn’t have much to do with him.”

“Where was your mama through this?”

I wave. “Oh, mama left years ago. When I was a wee bairn. I barely remember her, and da never remarried. I stayed close with my granny though.”

“So, what happened with your da?”

“Well, his interests got darker, and he was helping Richard, his assistant, until one time when he asked Richard to do something that he didn’t really want to do.”

“Murder someone?” Declan guesses.

“No. Hire someone to murder someone.”

He’s confused. “Tell me...how did you find out about all this? I assume that you were still estranged from your da?”

“Richard and I have a mutual friend. She and I went to medical school together. Layla’s the one that kept me in touch with Richard.”

“Why would you keep in touch?”

“Because I’m an idiot. I was worried about my da. He’d call me here and there, asking how I was doing, but he always steered the conversation towards money. And I almost caved a couple of times. I wanted him to get out of doing the deeds that he was doing, and I figured maybe if I’d helped him, that he may come clean.”

“Why didn’t you?”

“Well, I didn’t tell you that my granny is still alive, Declan. I keep her in good care. The best money can buy, and right here, in North Carolina. She’s the one that brings me back down to earth. And as much as I want to help, I know it isn’t the right thing, especially where money is concerned. My granddad left me with more money than I’ll need in six lifetimes. There’s no telling what da would do with that kind of money.”

“And, so, why isn’t your da locked up for murder? Why is it so difficult to get him convicted?”

“Because he didn’t actually do it, and the man that did is dead, and the man that he’s claiming set the whole thing up is Richard. Da found out that I’m still in touch with him, and he wants me to take the stand against him. I know that Richard wouldn’t do a thing like that. He stopped working for da long before the murder, but because he was paying him under the table, it’s difficult to prove. And da is pissed at me now for two things. That’s why I fled Scotland. The further away from him that I am, the better.”

“I can’t say that I disagree there, Moira. That was a smart move.”

“I just don’t know how long it’ll be before da’s case gets resolved. That’s why I don’t want to get close with anyone.”

“And your da doesn’t go after your granny? Or even your cousin Stephanie?”

“He’s tried Stephanie. And he doesn’t know where me or my granny are, so until he figures that out, he’s shit out of luck.”

“Do you keep in contact with any of your brothers?”

I shake my head no. “It’s not safe, Declan. Besides, they were just as upset when granddad left me all his money and left nothing for them. It didn’t matter to them that I was the only one that ever paid any attention to him. Sure, I wasn’t as close to him as I am with granny, but we adored each other. And none of my brothers bothered with either of them.”

“Are they in cahoots with your da?”

I shrug. “I don’t know. I haven’t spoken with them since I left Scotland.”

Then he hits me with the one question that I absolutely hate answering. “When was the last time you spoke with your da?”

I stare at my fingers. “Before I answer that, Declan, I need you to understand something important.”

He waits. His jaw muscles are working. I’ve already said too much. I never dreamed that I’d unload like this so fast, and I feel like a fool for it. This is how come I got into trouble before. I’m too nice, too open, and I say too much. So, I decide to do something equally stupid...