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He chuckles like he can read my mind. “Don’t tell me you weren’t thinking about what it would be like if he were telling you to do those things while you sucked me off.”

Fuck, he’s gorgeous. Those lips tipped up in a wicked smile, his blue eyes bright beneath that backward cap. Right now, I’m pretty sure I’d do anything he asked.

“I hope that’s what you were thinking about. I know I was.”

Scrambling, I dig through his pockets, then his wallet, for a condom. With a shaky hand, I hold it out to him. I don’t dare even breathe as he rips it open and slides it down his length, tugging gently once.

“Strip,” he orders.

One word. Five letters. And I’m ready to combust.

I don’t make a show of it. I wouldn’t be capable if I tried. I’m desperate to have him inside me. So I slide my jeans off quickly, barely keeping myself from stumbling, and toss my shirt, relishing the “fuck” that slips past his lips when I straighten, and he scans first my tits, then my stomach, then my bare pussy.

When I go to straddle him, he grips my hips and shakes his head. “Face him.”

All the air escapes me. Hell, I think it’s all been sucked from the room.

Face him.

Fuck.

Dizzy, I spin, expecting to find Declan watching us. Instead, all I find is a painfully empty room. The disappointment doesn’t have a chance to stick, though, because Cade is clutching my hips again and pulling me onto his lap, grounding me to the fantasy again. “Put my cock inside you.”

With my fingers wrapped around his shaft, I line him up. Then, with a deep breath in, I lower myself slowly, reveling in the way he fills me as I slide down until I’m seated fully on his hips.

With a gentle hand, he sweeps my hair off my shoulder. “Ride me, Trouble,” he murmurs, his lips ghosting my ear. “Make us both come.”

I writhe against him, drowning in ecstasy. I’m completely naked, thewarm fire crackling, and dim flames causing shadows to dance around us. With each thrust of his hips, I feel more and think less until I’m losing myself completely. My climb to the top stalls just as I’m on the edge of an orgasm. It’s there, teasing yet evading me.

“I need—” I whimper.

With a hand splayed across my stomach, he taunts me. “What do you need, Trouble? You need his fingers to play with your clit. His mouth on your nipple?” He sits up, pressing his warm chest against my back, and loops his other arm around me. With one hand, he tweaks my nipple. He slips the other between my legs and weaves serendipitous circles against my clit.

Desire floods me, pushing me closer to the precipice, but it once again eludes me.

The clatter of a glass startles me. Heart leaping and eyes flying open, I zero in on the hall, where the sound came from. Squinting, I can just make out a shadow. A mere silhouette.

Declan.

He shifts then, and I can make out the way his hands are fisted.

Lust singes all my senses at the thought of him watching me writhe on his best friend.

How long has he been there? Did Cade know? Is that why he told me toface him?

That last question is what does it. The elusive orgasm I’ve been chasing suddenly barrels into me. As I crest the wave of ecstasy, Cade bites down on my shoulder. With a groan, he thickens, and then spills his own release.

Shutting my eyes, I pant. I’m still reeling, still coming down from the high, when Cade presses a kiss to my shoulder and then my cheek and whispers, “You were such a good girl for us.”

CHAPTER 7

Declan

Trouble.She’s so much fucking trouble. I barely make it to the bathroom before I’m pulling out my throbbing cock and tugging on it. Just a second to ease the pressure that built while I watched her strip and writhe, her heavy tits bouncing while she rode Cade.

The memory of her licking him sends a zap of electricity down my spine. How he talked her through it? Fuck. My cock bobs as I kick off my pants. I yank my shirt over my head and lean into the shower to start the water, then quickly fist myself again. My hand is no comparison to what her warm pussy must have felt like to him. Or her mouth.

Those swollen lips were like a beacon, luring me closer. And the way mascara streaked her cheeks after she took him all the way back in her throat? The way she gagged on his cock?