Page 100 of Trouble

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 mystomach 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?”

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