Page 13 of Trouble
Cade sets the glasses on the coffee table and opens the bottle. Once he’s poured us each a shot, he hands one to me, meeting my gaze. “Declan doesn’t do anything he doesn’t want to do. I’m sure he’s fine.” He licks across his lip, his eyes dipping down to my shaking hand, then focusing on mine again. I feel the trail of his gaze like a flame, and another shiver of lust slithers through me. “What would you have done had he been here?”
His dark tone, the way he angles closer, make it feel like a naughty dare. Like he can see inside my head. Like he can read every dirty thought that has been taunting me since I saw Cade watch Declan while he held me on his lap. And how I caught Declan staring at the two of us when he thought no one was looking.
It’s a hunger.
It takes effort to swallow past my trepidation and voice my true thought. “Have you ever shared someone?”
Cade’s pupils dilate, sending a shiver down my spine.
I toss back the shot of tequila, hoping the burn will make me forget the ridiculous question I uttered. He watches me for a long moment, his scrutiny causing me to squirm. I’m afraid to meet his gaze, unsure of what I’ll find. I’m not even sure what I want to find. But seconds bleed into a minute, and finally, I look at him.
“I can do one better,” he says. I swear he’s closer than he was only seconds ago. “I’ve shared with Declan.”
The air in the room grows heavy, and the burn in my throat intensifies. “Really?”
“Do you like that idea?” He pours another shot into my glass, then zeroes in on my face. “Four hands on you.” Smoothly, he shifts until his lips are so close, his warm breath skates over my neck. “Two mouths. Heat everywhere.”
Drenched with a desire there’s no fighting, I launch myself at him, fusing my lips to his. He sets the bottle of tequila on the table with a grunt. When both hands are free, he palms my hip, then my ass, kneading the flesh as he plunges his tongue into my mouth. The kiss tastes like tequila and bad decisions, like filth and desire and fun.
With his other hand, he fists my hair and pulls me back. His breaths are harsh as he licks my lips. “Tell me, are you trouble like Dec said?” He sinks his teeth into my neck.
Fuck. I writhe in his arms, needing so much more.
“Or are you a good girl who likes to do very bad things?”
Holy shit, I gush at that simple question, soaking my panties instantly. “What kind of bad things?”
“You want me to tell you how the two of us would have fucked you if he were out here when we got home? How he would have enjoyedwatching me strip off all these clothes? How he would have poured the tequila over your tits and told me to clean you up? You see, Dec is a neat freak. Likes everything tidy. But me…” He bites my lip again, all sense of decency flying out the window. “I like to make a mess.” He tugs on my hair again, the tension just short of painful. “He’d tell you to get on your knees and take out my cock.” He nods to the floor.
I take the hint and slide off him. The wooden floor is hard, but I welcome the burn. It reminds me that I’m alive.
“Then he’d pull your hair back. He’d be gentle about it, because that’s how he’d treat you—like you’re special. Precious.Rare. You’d love the way his rough fingers felt sliding across your scalp as he made a delicate fist.”
As Cade speaks, I help him out of his jeans and then his boxers, leaving both to pool at his feet. His cock is rock hard, long, and curving to the right. The thought of how perfectly he’d fill me sends a lick of fire up my spine. I press my hands against his thighs, waiting for further instruction.
“Then he’d tell you to lean forward.”
Eagerly, I obey, still gripping my thighs.
“Circle that fat cock.”
I wrap my fingers around his shaft and tug. The warm, smooth length of him makes my mouth water.
“And suck.”
Licking my lips, I do as I’m told, opening my mouth and sliding down until he hits the back of my throat, causing me to gag.
He tugs on my hair and groans. “Good girl. Do it again.”
So I do. I continue working him with my mouth, all the while getting wetter. The way he tastes makes me hungry for more. Insatiable. Circling his crown, sliding my tongue across the knot at the bottom, I relish the way he curses. When he tugs me back, I’m panting, and tears stream down my face from having taken him so deep.
“Get a condom from my wallet and sit on my cock, Trouble.”
I tip my chin higher and smirk. “Thought I was your good girl.”
With his lip caught between his teeth, he groans. “You’re a filthy girl. A little slut who’s thinking about my best friend fucking you while you’ve gotmy cockin your mouth.”
Guilt mixed with desire courses through me. Is he upset? Or is he turned on?