Chapter 41
“Honeys, I’m home!” I push open the door, a rush of excitement hitting me at that word again.
I truly feel like I’m home.
Searching the space for my boys, I find them on the couch, cuddled up. The sight has me grinning. Declan’s arms are crossed, his lips turned down in a frown, as he leans against Cade, sleeping.
“Aw, he even looks grumpy when he naps,” I mumble as I slip off my jacket and place it on the hook by the door.
Cade lowers the phone he was scrolling on and puts a finger to his lips. Then he shifts Declan off his shoulder, dropping a kiss to his forehead. My stomach somersaults at the simple act. At Cade feeling comfortable enough to do that. Once he’s settled Declan, he saunters toward me where I’m lingering by the front door. Wearing a big grin, he picks me up and pulls me in for the biggest hug I’ve ever received.
“Fuck, pretty girl. I missed you something fierce today.” He nuzzles my neck like he’s trying to burrow inside me. Like he can’t get enough of me.
I don’t know if I’ve ever felt so cherished. So wanted. So loved.
It’s too soon for that, right?
It doesn’t feel too soon, though. No, Cade looks at me, reaches for me, kisses me, like I’m his lifeline.
The same way he does with Declan.
He carries me into the kitchen and deposits me on the counter, his palms resting on my thighs as if he needs to keep a point of contact at all times. “How was your afternoon?” He lifts his hand and brushes my hair behind my ear, then steals another kiss before I can answer.
It’s needy and sweet, nips and tugs and tongue. When he finally pulls back, his eyes are dancing.
“Mine was good, though based on how I found the two of you, yours seems to have been even better.”
Cade licks his lips. “It was…” He blows out a breath. “Perfect.”
“Ah, your favorite word.”
“Only when it comes to the two of you. Fuck, Mel, I’m so fucking happy. I can’t believe it’s all real.”
I couldn’t agree more. It all feels so good. Too good. Even after my horrible phone call with my mother, just walking in the door and knowing my men were here was comforting. Forget being welcomed in Cade’s arms like this. I’m almost afraid to jinx it by admitting how happy these two make me. I wrap my ankles around the backs of his thighs and pull him closer. “What did you guys do?”
Cade runs his hands down my shoulders, massaging them as he speaks. “We watched football, ordered a ton of food like we normally do.” He bites his lip, eyes flashing, and adds, “and then we fucked around a little bit.”
I let my mouth fall open, feigning shock. “You played without me?”
Those blue irises dull just a little as Cade assesses me nervously. “Are you mad?”
With my heels, I dig into the backs of his legs and pull him closer. “No. I want to hear more. What did you do?”
He sucks on his bottom lip, and when he speaks, his tone is full of disbelief. “He gave me a blow job.”
“Shut up,” I hiss, peering back toward the room where Declan is sleeping. I’m honestly shocked. And a tad upset that I wasn’t here to watch. “How was it?”
An uncharacteristically shy smile spreads across his face, making my stomach swoosh wildly. This man is sexiest when he’s like this. Unguarded. Excited. A complete golden retriever. “His mouth is unreal.”
My core clenches. “Tell me about it.” I study Cade for a moment. “And did he handle it okay? No freaking out or anything?”
He shakes his head. “We talked. He shared stuff with me I never knew. Told me his fears…” He lifts the hat off his head and runs his hand through his hair before setting it back in place. “Fuck, Mel. I think he may just be ready for this. It feels like we may get what we both want.”
Nervously, I ask what I’ve been worried about for the past few hours. “And what is it you want?”
Cade leans in close, his hand going to my face again, his lips so close I can taste him. “You. Him. Us.”
Hope does a desperate jig in my heart. “Yeah?”
“Fuck yeah,” he says before kissing me. It’s a kiss I get lost in. One that feels as though it has no beginning and no end. We’re pressed close, lips tangled, moans colliding, but all I want is to be closer. This isn’t about sex, it’s about acceptance.
Accepting the change in our relationship. A change that will hopefully lend itself to a future.
“Now tell me about your day,” he says once we’ve pulled apart.
“My day seems boring now.”
“Boring how?” The question comes from behind us.
Together, we turn toward our favorite grump. His hair’s disheveled, his eyes are still heavy with sleep, and he looks so damn cozy I want to crawl into his lap and never leave.
I hold out a hand to him, beckoning him closer. “Have a good nap?”
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. How is 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 planned tonight?” 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.
With rolls to dip and shrimp and rice on the plates in front of each guy, Declan finally takes a seat and pats his knee for me to join him. Unlike my position on Cade, where my weight is evenly distributed—leaving the plug in my ass to just relax—this new position has his knee pushing it in farther. I shift, seeking relief, but Declan splays a hand over my stomach, holding me in place, then slides his fingers between my legs and slowly strums my clit. I’m only wearing a T-shirt because Cade was between my thighs when Declan so rudely interrupted us. Not that I’m sad about it anymore.
What’s odd—and maybe hotter than I’d like to admit—is the way Declan starts up a conversation with Cade, as if I’m not even there.
“How do you feel about the games coming up this week?”
Cade dips a piece of shrimp into the sauce, and with one finger, he pulls my bottom lip down. Then he feeds it into my mouth. As the spicy garlic sauce explodes on my tongue, I lick at my lips to get every last drop, moaning as I do.
“Good,” he says. “It’s taken some time to adjust to all the changes since McGreevey retired, but I like the look of the rookies.”Content property of NôvelDra/ma.Org.
Declan continues to roll circles on my clit, edging me while he eats and sips wine and talks to Cade.
For every bite Cade takes, he feeds me as well, though he ignores the way I thrash on Declan’s leg, desperate for him to slip a finger inside me. I pulse with the need to be filled, and while I know there’s a method to Declan’s madness, I’m practically delirious with the need to come.
When Cade tries to stick another piece of shrimp into my mouth, I fold my lips and shake my head. “Enough,” I cry. “Please, I need to come. One of you, please.” My need leaves me begging and whiney, and I don’t even care. “Give me your cock. Hell, I’ll take your fingers or your mouths.”
Declan laughs, making my body shake, which only shifts the plug further, making a shudder run through me. Dammit, I hate him so much in this moment. He’s holding me hostage with his hand across my body. “You just want one cock, sweetheart? We were going to give you two.” His words are a rasp against my ear, and even though he’s taunting me, he slides a single digit inside me, offering a little relief. “But if you only want one—”
He lets the words hang even as I thrash and beg.
“No,” I breathe, arching back against his shoulder. “I want you both. I need you both.”
“Hear that, baby? She wants you to fill her ass.” He sucks on my earlobe while Cade pushes his chair closer and pulls my legs onto his lap. “Not going to lie, sweetheart. I’m a little jealous you get to feel him inside you like that.”
Cade and I make strangled noises at that. Cade’s is full of shock, while mine is a guttural need.
When Declan snags the hem of my shirt, I lift my arms to make it easier. As it flutters to the floor beside us, I realize that Cade is still staring like he’s lost in the idea that Declan has painted. A dream moment, where Declan lets him fuck his ass. Or maybe being fucked by Declan. All of us fucking one another.
The possibilities are endless, but if one of them doesn’t happen now, I’m going to combust. No more teasing, no more edging. I need to come.
“Give her a finger,” Declan commands. “I want her first orgasm to be ours. Just like she is.”
Cade smirks. “Hear that, pretty girl? You’re ours.” He leans forward and works his finger in next to Declan’s, then takes my mouth.
Their fingers work in tandem, pulling moans and incoherent chants from me. I’ve never experienced anything so hot. That is, until Declan grabs Cade’s neck and pulls him in for a bruising kiss. Chest to chest with Cade, his heart pounds against my sternum.
The two of them are licking and grunting in my ear, all the while fucking me with their fingers. I’m pancaked between them, unable to move, engulfed in their heat and loving every minute of it.
Cade pulls back, gasping.
“Play with her tits. She loves that,” Declan mumbles.
An instant later, Cade’s hot mouth is there, his teeth sinking into my flesh, and I’m seeing stars. As an orgasm washes over me, Declan talks me through it, his voice a deep rumble. “That’s right sweetheart, give it to us. Soak our fingers. We need you to be a needy mess so that you can take our cocks in all your holes.”
Screaming, I come so hard I swear I wet the floor, stars dancing in my vision.
“Oh fuck, she squirted everywhere,” Cade mumbles, dropping to his knees. “God, Dec—” He laps at me, desperate. “She tastes so good. You need to try.”
He hauls himself back into his chair and pulls me onto his lap. I’m as limp as a rag doll, unable to control my limbs. Then Declan’s leaning forward and sucking me dry. Cade’s hands roam over my body, tweaking my nipples, fondling me.
I swear I’m in some sort of love-drugged haze, so I have no sense of time. Declan eats me for what could be seconds or maybe hours, and then I’m coming again. As I come down from the high, still shaking, I’m certain I won’t be able to make it through the night.
Declan leans back on his haunches, wiping his mouth, staring up at us both. “Fuck, I don’t think this will ever get old. You in his arms. Watching the two of you together. Kissing you. Pleasuring”—A slow, sexy smile pulls at his lips—“both of you.”
Cade’s heart pounds against my back. It’s what we both want. For Declan to want us. For Declan to want this. And god, based upon the hearts in his eyes, I’d say we might just get our wish.
“It’s time,” I say, holding my hand out to the dark, serious man in front of me. He takes it and stands, then pulls me from Cade’s arms and carries me toward the bedroom. Finally, we’re all going to be one.