Hunger (Chicken Ranch Gentlemen's Club Book 1) by Amanda Young Page B
Authors: Amanda Young
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and slowly eased free of Declan's clinging channel. Declan shivered and pulled himself upright to lean against the wall, though he didn't turn to face Killian.
"Are you okay?" Now that the endorphin rush was over, Killian worried he'd hurt Declan.
"Fine." Declan glanced back over his shoulder. "Do you think you could get me a towel or something? I made a mess on the wall."
"Yeah. Sure." Killian left Declan standing in the living room. Once in the bathroom, he got rid of the rubber, gave himself a hasty cleanup, and snatched a fresh washcloth for Declan on the way out of the room.
Declan was still right where Killian had left him. Instead of standing, he squatted against the wall. The moment he saw Killian, he rose to his feet.
Killian stopped a few feet away. A sudden fear that Declan would now leave overwhelmed him. He wasn't ready to let him go yet. Stalling for time, he said, "Why don't you go ahead and take a shower? Help yourself to whatever you need. I can clean up out here."
"All right. Thanks." Declan brushed past Killian and disappeared inside the bathroom.
A moment later, Killian heard the shower turn on. He pulled himself out of his funk and set about cleaning up the wall. After he finished, Killian picked up their clothes. He folded Declan's and set them on the end of the couch. He put his sweatpants back on and sat down to wait.
His mind circled around and around, coming up with one reason after another why Declan should give him another shot. Then he realized that none of them mattered. The amount of money he made was of little importance, neither was the size of his dick or his ability to eat Declan's ass until he came.
If Declan wanted to leave the moment he came out of the bathroom, there wasn't a damn thing Killian could do about it. He'd already apologized and explained his actions. He was not going to grovel for forgiveness.
Declan finally came out of the bathroom several minutes later. His pale hair was combed back away from his face, his skin scrubbed shiny. A thick blue towel was slung low across his hips.
"Feel better?" Killian tried not to ogle the younger man as he picked up his jeans and slipped into them sans underwear.
Declan buttoned his pants. "Yeah. Thanks."
"So, what happens now?"
"Honestly…" Declan tugged his shirt over his head and then sat down beside Killian. "I really don't know."
"I didn't mean to hurt you, Declan. I just didn't want you to think I was using you in some fucked-up attempt to get laid for free."
"I know that, but…" Declan abruptly cut off midsentence and wrenched a hand through his hair, making the wet strands stand up in white-blond peaks all over his head.
"But what?"
"I'm not sure I can date someone who only sees me as a whore."
"What? I don't see you as whore, Declan. What you do for a living doesn't make you who you are. I may not be in love with the thought of what you do, but I wouldn't hold it against you."
"Do you mean that?"
"I wouldn't have said it otherwise."
Declan looked away, his teeth biting into his lower lip. Silence filled the air with palpable tension.
Curiosity churned in Killian's stomach. Part of him wanted to know what Declan was thinking, and the other half didn't, expecting the worse. He remained where he was, giving his lover space and time to think.
After long, pregnant moments, Declan finally looked up at Killian with eyes a tad too bright. "All right."
Killian frowned. "All right, what?"
"If you really meant what you said, I'd like to keep seeing you."
Without a word, Killian pulled Declan into his arms and hugged him. He buried his nose in Declan's hair and breathed in the scent of his lover's shampoo, relieved Declan was willing to forgive his slipup.
Although tense at first, Declan slowly relaxed and returned the embrace. Killian pressed his lips against Declan's temple. "Thank you."
Declan looked up. "For what?"
Killian cupped Declan's jaw and kissed him softly. "For giving me another chance."
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"Are you okay?" Now that the endorphin rush was over, Killian worried he'd hurt Declan.
"Fine." Declan glanced back over his shoulder. "Do you think you could get me a towel or something? I made a mess on the wall."
"Yeah. Sure." Killian left Declan standing in the living room. Once in the bathroom, he got rid of the rubber, gave himself a hasty cleanup, and snatched a fresh washcloth for Declan on the way out of the room.
Declan was still right where Killian had left him. Instead of standing, he squatted against the wall. The moment he saw Killian, he rose to his feet.
Killian stopped a few feet away. A sudden fear that Declan would now leave overwhelmed him. He wasn't ready to let him go yet. Stalling for time, he said, "Why don't you go ahead and take a shower? Help yourself to whatever you need. I can clean up out here."
"All right. Thanks." Declan brushed past Killian and disappeared inside the bathroom.
A moment later, Killian heard the shower turn on. He pulled himself out of his funk and set about cleaning up the wall. After he finished, Killian picked up their clothes. He folded Declan's and set them on the end of the couch. He put his sweatpants back on and sat down to wait.
His mind circled around and around, coming up with one reason after another why Declan should give him another shot. Then he realized that none of them mattered. The amount of money he made was of little importance, neither was the size of his dick or his ability to eat Declan's ass until he came.
If Declan wanted to leave the moment he came out of the bathroom, there wasn't a damn thing Killian could do about it. He'd already apologized and explained his actions. He was not going to grovel for forgiveness.
Declan finally came out of the bathroom several minutes later. His pale hair was combed back away from his face, his skin scrubbed shiny. A thick blue towel was slung low across his hips.
"Feel better?" Killian tried not to ogle the younger man as he picked up his jeans and slipped into them sans underwear.
Declan buttoned his pants. "Yeah. Thanks."
"So, what happens now?"
"Honestly…" Declan tugged his shirt over his head and then sat down beside Killian. "I really don't know."
"I didn't mean to hurt you, Declan. I just didn't want you to think I was using you in some fucked-up attempt to get laid for free."
"I know that, but…" Declan abruptly cut off midsentence and wrenched a hand through his hair, making the wet strands stand up in white-blond peaks all over his head.
"But what?"
"I'm not sure I can date someone who only sees me as a whore."
"What? I don't see you as whore, Declan. What you do for a living doesn't make you who you are. I may not be in love with the thought of what you do, but I wouldn't hold it against you."
"Do you mean that?"
"I wouldn't have said it otherwise."
Declan looked away, his teeth biting into his lower lip. Silence filled the air with palpable tension.
Curiosity churned in Killian's stomach. Part of him wanted to know what Declan was thinking, and the other half didn't, expecting the worse. He remained where he was, giving his lover space and time to think.
After long, pregnant moments, Declan finally looked up at Killian with eyes a tad too bright. "All right."
Killian frowned. "All right, what?"
"If you really meant what you said, I'd like to keep seeing you."
Without a word, Killian pulled Declan into his arms and hugged him. He buried his nose in Declan's hair and breathed in the scent of his lover's shampoo, relieved Declan was willing to forgive his slipup.
Although tense at first, Declan slowly relaxed and returned the embrace. Killian pressed his lips against Declan's temple. "Thank you."
Declan looked up. "For what?"
Killian cupped Declan's jaw and kissed him softly. "For giving me another chance."
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