Decline (Declan Reede: The Untold Story #1) by Michelle Irwin Page A
Authors: Michelle Irwin
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“but we both already know the answer to it.”
I nodded; she had me there. The whole world knew that Declan Reede liked to screw random women in clubs thanks to Gossip Weekly . Not to mention the fact that I had declared, on numerous occasions, that there was no way I was going to settle down for anyone. That I didn’t need a woman in my life telling me what to do. By Alyssa’s side again, it was almost embarrassing to consider the various things I’d said over the years.
“Declan, there’s something I do need to talk to you about—”
She was interrupted by a crew member and after we were alone again, seemed more interested in packing her belongings into her handbag than continuing the conversation.
After the plane had landed, I pulled both of our carry-on bags from the overhead cabinets while Alyssa collected her handbag. Grabbing her bag from me, she hastily shoved everything inside with no real rhyme or reason. Her hand hovered over the Gossip Weekly magazine in the pocket of the seat in front of us. For a moment, I was certain it would continue to haunt me for the rest of the trip, but eventually she moved her hand away and left it where it was.
I packed my cap and sunnies away in my bag because I wouldn’t really need them in Hong Kong airport. ProV8 may have been big in Australia, but it hadn’t taken over the rest of the world yet. At least, it wasn’t popular enough to see me inundated with autograph hounds in a foreign city.
Alyssa slung her bag over her shoulder and slid into the aisle in front of me.
“I’ll see you in a few hours, I guess,” she said and the dismissal in her tone was clear.
It certainly left me with no doubt where I stood—only worthy of being spoken to when there was no other choice. “Yeah. Sure.”
I let a few other people go before making my way into the aisle. If she didn’t want me to be anywhere near her in the airport, that distance might as well start as early as possible.
Once I was free of the gate, I thought about the things I needed to do in the five hours I had free. Having a shower was certainly on the agenda; I’d spent too long cramped up in the airplane seat and needed to clean. A decent coffee was also on the must-do list.
Convincing myself not to look for Alyssa, I headed off to try to find a shower. Eventually, I found a lounge that offered food, showers, and a space to relax. Within fifteen minutes, I was under the steady stream, trying to wash away the tension that being near Alyssa had elicited within me. Unfortunately, there was only one way I knew would work for sure.
Clasping my cock in my hand, I closed my eyes and let Alyssa in. The sight of the few genuine smiles she’d granted me on the trip, the smell of the coconut body wash she clearly still used, and the feeling of her warm body against mine as she’d slept. With her right there in my fantasies, fresher than ever before, I stroked along my length. Visions of the glimpses I’d been given of her new body danced through my mind. The tattoo, her new belly ring, the swell of her breasts. I groaned with need as my hand worked faster.
Before long, I was tumbling over the edge into a painful bliss. My stomach clenched and released as my orgasm ripped through me, and I gritted my teeth as the agony in my side grew steadily with every spasm. Despite the pain, the relief that filled me was worth it. It’d been too long since I’d come, and it was a literal load off. Especially when I’d have to see Alyssa again before long.
After drying and dressing in the other outfit I’d packed in my carry-on, I went in search of a coffee and something to eat.
BY THE time I headed for the gate, it’d been almost four hours since I’d seen Alyssa. I’d considered going to the airline desk and asking if there was any chance I could get bumped to the next flight to London. When I was halfway there though, an ache, which had nothing to do with my ribs, invaded my chest. It was possible the next
I nodded; she had me there. The whole world knew that Declan Reede liked to screw random women in clubs thanks to Gossip Weekly . Not to mention the fact that I had declared, on numerous occasions, that there was no way I was going to settle down for anyone. That I didn’t need a woman in my life telling me what to do. By Alyssa’s side again, it was almost embarrassing to consider the various things I’d said over the years.
“Declan, there’s something I do need to talk to you about—”
She was interrupted by a crew member and after we were alone again, seemed more interested in packing her belongings into her handbag than continuing the conversation.
After the plane had landed, I pulled both of our carry-on bags from the overhead cabinets while Alyssa collected her handbag. Grabbing her bag from me, she hastily shoved everything inside with no real rhyme or reason. Her hand hovered over the Gossip Weekly magazine in the pocket of the seat in front of us. For a moment, I was certain it would continue to haunt me for the rest of the trip, but eventually she moved her hand away and left it where it was.
I packed my cap and sunnies away in my bag because I wouldn’t really need them in Hong Kong airport. ProV8 may have been big in Australia, but it hadn’t taken over the rest of the world yet. At least, it wasn’t popular enough to see me inundated with autograph hounds in a foreign city.
Alyssa slung her bag over her shoulder and slid into the aisle in front of me.
“I’ll see you in a few hours, I guess,” she said and the dismissal in her tone was clear.
It certainly left me with no doubt where I stood—only worthy of being spoken to when there was no other choice. “Yeah. Sure.”
I let a few other people go before making my way into the aisle. If she didn’t want me to be anywhere near her in the airport, that distance might as well start as early as possible.
Once I was free of the gate, I thought about the things I needed to do in the five hours I had free. Having a shower was certainly on the agenda; I’d spent too long cramped up in the airplane seat and needed to clean. A decent coffee was also on the must-do list.
Convincing myself not to look for Alyssa, I headed off to try to find a shower. Eventually, I found a lounge that offered food, showers, and a space to relax. Within fifteen minutes, I was under the steady stream, trying to wash away the tension that being near Alyssa had elicited within me. Unfortunately, there was only one way I knew would work for sure.
Clasping my cock in my hand, I closed my eyes and let Alyssa in. The sight of the few genuine smiles she’d granted me on the trip, the smell of the coconut body wash she clearly still used, and the feeling of her warm body against mine as she’d slept. With her right there in my fantasies, fresher than ever before, I stroked along my length. Visions of the glimpses I’d been given of her new body danced through my mind. The tattoo, her new belly ring, the swell of her breasts. I groaned with need as my hand worked faster.
Before long, I was tumbling over the edge into a painful bliss. My stomach clenched and released as my orgasm ripped through me, and I gritted my teeth as the agony in my side grew steadily with every spasm. Despite the pain, the relief that filled me was worth it. It’d been too long since I’d come, and it was a literal load off. Especially when I’d have to see Alyssa again before long.
After drying and dressing in the other outfit I’d packed in my carry-on, I went in search of a coffee and something to eat.
BY THE time I headed for the gate, it’d been almost four hours since I’d seen Alyssa. I’d considered going to the airline desk and asking if there was any chance I could get bumped to the next flight to London. When I was halfway there though, an ache, which had nothing to do with my ribs, invaded my chest. It was possible the next
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