Chapter Eighteen

It was the third day at Bayside and Ria was going on and on about the club nearby. All her words faded into the background as Declan stared at her, bored out of his mind. Her mouth was moving non-stop but he didn't hear a single sound from her. Lawson was right behind her, her back facing him and staring at him with a feral look in his eyes. They trailed down his neck, down to his chest as Declan sat on the chair before the bar counter. Lawson continued looking down his chest, towards his legs, licking the sight of his ankles up before finally, he settled on staring at the bulge in his pants. Declan wanted to pick Ria up over his shoulder and throw her into the club.

"Are you listening to me?!" Ria said.

"What?" Declan blinked. "What were you saying?"

"I said, I want you to bring me to the club tonight. Let's have some fun."

"Aren't you with Lawson now?"

"Yeah, but I want you to bring me there this time."

"Sure, if Lawson is okay with it."

"Lawson's not coming," Ria said.

"Why?"

"He just isn't," Ria said. "I want you to bring me there, alone."

Yeah, Ria was a bitch. How did he not realise this earlier?

"Okay, sure," Declan said as Lawson pursed his lips at him. He smiled brilliantly at him. "Let's go now, it's getting dark already."

"Yay!" Ria said, skipping to the door.

When they were inside the club, Declan had one goal and one goal only. He was going to get Ria drunk out of her mind. They danced and danced but without fail, he would bring her to the bar at every thirty-minute interval to get more drinks. And she drank to her heart's content, clueless about what he was trying to do. She became so drunk that he had to hail a cab to get her home.

When the cab arrived at their villa, Declan carried her into his arms and brought her to her bed and tucked her into the blanket. Then he pressed a kiss to her temple and she grunted in her sleep before she became motionless. He sat on the other side of the bed, smiling proudly as the door opened again. Lawson appeared at the doorway, a glass of white wine in one hand as he grinned at him while leaning against the frame of the door.

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Declan's ass slid up and down Lawson's cock roughly and quickly, the pressure burgeoning inside his body as he bounced up and and down. Lawson had his hand wrapped around either side of him, guiding him from and back down into his cock. The entire bed shook up and down, creaking loudly and Ria's body moved along to the rhythm of their fucking.

"How the hell is Ria asleep?" Declan asked.

"Don't fucking care," Lawson said, hands forcing Declan's ass down into his cock to stay there for a while as he circled his hips around his tight hole. Declan let out a drawn out moan and bit into Lawson's shoulder blades. Lawson brought Declan's mouth up to his and they kissed each other passionately before Lawson dropped his mouth down to Declan's nipple and licked around it. Declan slid up his cock before sliding back down again.

The hunger in him swelling to a record high, Lawson grabbed onto Declan's hips and hoisted him off his cock, flattening his back on the bed. Pushing one of his legs up to his shoulder, Lawson slammed in and out of him quickly, one hand around his cock, slicking his hand up and down it. Lowering himself down to Declan's chest, he rammed his ass at a blinding pace, fucking him into oblivion. Their hot breaths mingled and they kissed as Lawson thrust into him repeatedly. Within moments, their orgasms exploded and they fell to the side of each other in laughter.

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"I think it's going to happen soon," Ria beamed to her fellow teachers. "He's going to propose! I just know it!"

"Who?" one of the teachers asked.

"Yeah, you said you had two men after you. Lawson and Declan," another said.

"I wanted Lawson at first," Ria said. "But now I want Declan!"

"Wow," her friend said. "You're really spoiled for choice."

"I know, right?" Ria said. "I'm so happy."

"Why did you choose Declan?"

Ria paused and thought for a while. "Because he's hot," she said finally.

"And Lawson isn't?"

"He is, too," Ria replied.

"How did you choose between them?"

"I have no idea," Ria laughed.

"You said before that Lawson was a partner at a law firm. Compared to a criminal like Declan, he seems like the safer choice. If I were you, I'd choose him instead."

"Oh, you think so?" Ria said.

"Yeah," her other friend said. "You have to think about your future."

"Hmm," Ria said as she looked at her empty ring finger. "Lawson, huh?"

"But you already said you wanted Declan, so there's not much you can do, right?"

"Now," Ria said with a happy smile. "I'm not so sure about that."

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Declan's arm was around his shoulder and they limped into his penthouse. Lawson guided him to the seat at the bar counter and Declan slumped down on it. His white shirt had blood seeping through and one ankle was swollen. Lawson removed a first aid kit from a cabinet and returned to Declan, who was breathing hard.

"I always wanted to put that rival mafia gang in their place," Declan said. "Tonight I did."

"But you're hurt," Lawson said with worry. "I don't want to see you hurt."

"I'm sorry," Declan said. "It won't happen again. I burned them to the ground."

Lawson unbuttoned his shirt one by one and peeled it off his body. Declan shrugged out of it wincing at the pain and Lawson made sure to slow down to ease his pain. Tossing the soiled shirt to the ground, Lawson popped the first aid kit open and removed some gauze and ointment from it.

He stared at Declan's chest. There was an angry laceration across his left chest, down to the middle of his body. It appeared to have been caused by some large blade, and Lawson poured some ointment onto a cotton ball.

Intending to run the cotton ball along the edges of his laceration, he tapped on his wounds lightly and went between looking at his laceration and Declan's eyes. His fingers touched Declan's chest lightly as he stared at him and Declan looked away in embarrassment.

"Dude, we fuck all the time," Lawson said, laughing. "Why are you shy?"

"Fuck off, I'm not shy."

Lawson rubbed the cotton ball on him, his hands grazing Declan's skin. He moved the cotton ball to his left hand and dabbed it on his wound. Declan was still not looking at him. He was looking at the ground instead. Lawson raised his right hand up to his chin and lifted it with a finger to get Declan to look at him. He glanced at him before dropping his chin again to the ground, blinking fast. Lawson huffed out a laugh and threw the dirty cotton ball to the counter.

"If you keep behaving like that, I'm not sure I'll be able to restrain myself, Declan," Lawson told him.

"I'm not behaving like anything," he said, his eyes still elsewhere.

Lawson huffed again and held onto the swivel chair Declan was sitting on. Turning it around, he moved it until Declan's back was facing the counter. Putting both hands on either side of him at the counter, Lawson leaned towards him.

"What do you want me to do?" Lawson asked him.

"If you would, please continue with first aid."

"And what else do you want me to do after first aid is done?"

"Well, whatever you want to do," Declan said, his eyes on the ground.

"I want to kiss you," Lawson said. "Can I?"

"Sure, whatever."

"I want to do it now," he said. "Will you let me kiss you now, Declan?"

"O-Of course. Just get on with it already!"

Lawson laughed and leaned forward to trap Declan's mouth into his.