Page 101 of Trouble
Cade shifts to one side of my thighs, making room for Declan. And when the still sleepy man is within reach, I pull him to me and lay my head against his chest, finally relaxing completely. With Cade’s arm still wrapped around my waist and Declan now between my legs, I settle into the feeling of home.
“Nap was fine,” he says, his voice thick with sleep. “Now, what was wrong with your day? Someone do something wrong? Do I need to talk to Carmella?”
Laughing, I push him back and focus on his warm brown eyes. Howis it possible that so few people see what a gentle giant this man really is? He’s so kind and so damn caring when it comes to the people he loves. Chin on his chest, I shake my head. “Everyone was perfectly wonderful. Carmella, especially.”
Lowering, he presses a kiss to my lips. “Then why did you have a bad day?”
“I didn’t have a bad day. My day was just boring compared to yours.” I bite my lip, brows lifted, waiting for him to catch on to my meaning.
A flush works up his chest and then colors his cheeks in the most glorious red, leaving even the tips of his ears rosy.
He turns to Cade, who is wearing a cocky-ass grin.
“Well, I—” Declan sputters.
I smooth my fingers down his cheek and press my fingers to his lips. “Heard it was the best blow job of Cade’s life.”
Cade didn’t say it in so many words, but he didn’t have to. My guys look at one another, lingering that way. The heat and awe radiating from them confirm my suspicions.
Ready to put Declan out of his misery, I say, “All I did was write a song.”
He zeroes in on me, his expression severe. “You wrote a song?”
A laugh bubbles out of me. It feels so damn euphoric to finally have my music back. And that’s what I’m focusing on. Not the shitty conversation I had with my mother. Not even the knowledge that Jason was arrested. Nope. I’m focusing on the good that came out of today—I got my damn voice back.
“Yes. I was standing outside the salon, looking out at all my favorite places on Hope Street, and the words just started tumbling out. I ran inside and got my new journal, and I didn’t stop writing until I had a whole damn song.”
“Mel, that’s incredible,” Cade says, squeezing my hip tight.
“I went back to Lake’s so I could get the track down in their studio. It’s not perfect, but god, it felt so good to get back to the music.”
“I’m so proud of you, sweetheart,” Declan says, his expression one of pride. “In fact, this calls for a celebration.”
“More of a celebration than what you already had plannedtonight?” I tease, already keyed up and ready for what Declan promised me hours earlier. Him inside me while Cade takes me from behind.
I can’t wait for the three of us to be one again. To have them both at the same time. I shift, and instantly, the anal plug settles deeper, adding to the ache that’s been slowly building all day.
Declan grips my jaw and tips it so that he can take my lips. “Oh, Cade’s still going to fuck your ass while you ride my cock.” He sucks on my tongue until I’m burning with need. “But first we gotta run to the grocery store. You’re going to pick out your favorite food, and I’m going to cook a celebratory dinner.”
He pulls back, leaving me breathless, then nods to Cade. Our other partner leans in and he kisses me too.
Declan presses his lips to my neck while Cade’s tongue tangles with mine.
With a sigh, I sink into this feeling. Onto this beautiful moment with both of my men.
“This is just cruel,” I whine as Declan carries me out of his bedroom and into the kitchen. I was on my back, with Cade’s head between my legs, and on the precipice of an orgasm, when Declan appeared in the doorway to his bedroom to announce that dinner was ready.
“You need to eat, sweetheart. You’re going to need the sustenance for what I have planned.”
Cade swipes at his mouth as he follows us into the kitchen. “Food smells amazing,” he says as he drops into a chair at the table, “but I agree with Mel: you should have let me finish my appetizer.”
Declan tosses me onto Cade’s lap, the move making the plug in my ass shift, pulling a whimper from me and forcing me to jolt upward.
“I’ll serve the food, and then Cade can feed you while I keep you on edge.”
Oh shit. I can’t help but smile at the prospect. Thank fuck the fun isn’t ending yet. Not that it ever seems to when I’m with them.
Declan plates the shrimp Mozambique, which is my grandmother’s recipe and one of my favorite meals of all times. I helped him make the sauce, but when he told Cade to warm me up while the food simmered and he cleaned up the kitchen, I certainly didn’t complain.