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that he needed to go on the offensive. He needed to show Declan that he had no power over him.
    But that argument was shot to hell and all his anger disappeared as Declan’s tongue slipped between his lips and stroked over every surface of his mouth. The kiss was rough and desperate and fucking perfect and Jagger couldn’t hold back the moan that escaped him as Declan’s tongue licked his. At some point he must have released Declan’s arms because he found himself being turned around so that it was his back pressed up against the column. The hard cock brushing against his caused a burning deep in his abdomen as lust consumed him and he reached his hands down to grab Declan’s ass so that he could grind their hips together.
    Fingers wrapped around the back of his neck to hold him still while he was tortured with kiss after kiss, each one deeper and needier than the last. But just as quickly as it had begun, it was over and Declan was pushing away from him, a look of horror passing through his gaze as his eyes met Jagger’s. It was definitely a ‘ What the fuck have I done ’ look and Jagger didn’t try to stop him when he quickly turned and went back into the cabin. God knew he needed a few minutes to figure out what the hell had just happened himself.
     
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    No, No, No, No.
    What the hell had he just done?  Disbelief went through Declan as he reached out an arm to support himself against the kitchen counter. Had he really just fucking outed himself to a man he couldn’t stand…who couldn’t stand him?
    Before he could stop himself, Declan ran his tongue along his lips and he shuddered at how sensitive they were. Jagger had tasted so much sweeter than he ever would have expected. And for someone so hard and unbending, Jagger had opened to him so beautifully…so willingly. The heat of his skin had burned Declan wherever he touched it and that slick tongue had returned every one of Declan’s seeking strokes. And their cocks…they’d found each other long before Jagger’s powerful hands had closed over Declan’s ass.
    “Fuck,” Declan whispered and when he heard the front door open a tremor of fear went through him. He couldn’t deal with this right now. He quickly reached down and began cleaning up the mess on the floor.
    “Declan…” he heard Jagger say softly.
    “Want to give me a hand here?” Declan snapped. He hoped to God that his tone made it clear he wasn’t interested in discussion.
    Jagger didn’t answer but Declan’s traitorous body could sense the bigger man just behind him. It would be so easy to turn around and pick up where they’d left off. Declan jammed one of the drawers back into place.
    “Did you tell Ren what the plan was?” Declan asked.
    “No, he didn’t,” Declan heard Ren say and he glanced up to see him standing in the doorway. His short hair was still slightly damp and the new jeans and T-shirt he was wearing hung loosely on his gaunt body. Declan had guessed correctly that the clothes would be too big but he’d deliberately chosen a larger size in the hopes that Ren would put enough weight on in the next few weeks to fill them out normally. Declan glanced at Jagger who was uncharacteristically silent.
    “Why don’t we go sit down?” Declan suggested as he motioned to the living room.
    Ren remained silent but he moved to the other room and Declan forced himself to ignore the heat of Jagger’s body as he brushed past him. His eyes found Ren standing near the fireplace, his arms hanging at his sides. But his hands were clenched and his features were drawn tight. It wasn’t a good sign.
    Declan dropped down on the small couch and he didn’t miss the fact that Jagger placed himself by the front door. He was glad to see that Jagger had managed to get the door back on its hinges at least, even though there were several cracks running down the middle where the old wood had buckled under the pressure of Jagger’s weight.
    “What do you remember about last night?”