Page 84 of Trouble
As Cade settles himself on the mattress beside me, I realize that Declan has stripped the bed of nothing but one pillow and the fitted sheet. The rest of the bedding has been folded carefully and placed on the chair in the corner. My chest warms at the thought of him preparing for this while we were making out in the shower. He knew he’d have to punish us before he stepped into the bathroom, because he knew what we’d do if he sent us into the shower alone.
This devious planning gives me yet another glimpse into who Declan is. With each facet of him I discover, I find myself falling harder.
“Do you remember your colors, Cade?” he asks in that tone that makes my blood heat. It’s gruff and slightly condescending.
The cocky bastard smirks, unbothered that Declan always seems to be calling the shots. Leading us. If I had to guess, Declan needs it like that. And since neither Cade nor I hold any reservations about what happens next, it’s not hard for us to relent.
“Green: good. Yellow: slow down. Red: stop.” He’s so cocksure as he holds his arms out wide, taunting Declan, all but begging him to tie him up.
“And why would you ask me to slow down?” The heat behind Declan’s words spreads through me, reigniting the need Cade incited in the shower.
Cade cocks his head and studies his friend. After a moment, as though the answer has hit him, his smile grows. “Because I’m close.”
Brow furrowed, I worry my lip. Close to what? Maybe I should ask, but I leave it alone. The guys are on the same page, and that’s all I care about.
The dark man looming over us shifts his focus to me. “Would you like to learn, or would you prefer to watch?”
God, I can’t imagine I could concentrate with how keyed up they’ve got me, but if I let him teach me, I could get closer. And more than anything, I want to be closer to him in this moment. In every moment. I want him just as fiercely as Cade wants him. I know I’ve said Cade is like my sun, but in this moment, it becomes clear that Declan’soursun. Holding us in his orbit and providing everything we need. But god, when he’s far away, when his focus is elsewhere, the chill goes straight to my bones.
“Yes, please.”
Declan tilts his head, one brow arched, as if he’s waiting.
For a moment, I study him, at a loss for what he’s silently communicating.
Cade is the one who clues me in. “Yes, sir,” he says, smirking at me.
A flush works its way up my chest and neck. That single word,sir, in reference to Declan is hotter than seems possible.
A mixture of pleasure and need flit over Declan’s face. “Good boy,” he mumbles. The words escape him harshly, in the same way he’d curse if my lips were wrapped around his cock. Like he can’t believe how good it feels. Like it slipped out, surprising us all.
Cade shifts his hips, his cock thickening as they assess each other.
“Where do you want me, sir?” I breathe out, my words cutting through the thick tension in the air.
Declan strides to my side of the bed and presses a kiss to my neck. “The things I want to do to you both.”
His words ignite a wildfire beneath my skin, setting forth a course of shivers.
“Are you ready, sweetheart?” he asks, raking my hair away from my face, then fussing with it.
“Are you braiding my hair?”
I tip my head slightly, but Declan cuffs my neck, stopping the movement. He doesn’t respond, and he doesn’t go back to toying withmy hair. When the silent seconds bleed together, I look to Cade for a clue.
He arches a brow, silently reminding me of how we’re playing this.
With a smirk, I tack on the magical word. “Sir.”
Declan leans down and nips on my earlobe. “Figured he’d be the brat, but he’s much better behaved than you are.”
“It’s because she loves her punishments,” Cade says with a grin.
“And you don’t?” Declan’s tone is full of amusement rather than reproach.
Cade swallows thickly, his focus moving from the man commanding us to me and back again, like he’s searching for an answer.
He doesn’t need to speak. The way his cock bobs makes it clear that once again, the thought of Declan touching him—whether it’s for pain or pleasure—is everything.