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Mel is cuddled up next to me, her head kissing my own. She looks sated and happy and oh so in love. Without hesitating, I kiss her, getting lost when she whimpers in surprise. When we pull apart, Dec is watching us, expression hungry and full of lust, just like the first time he watched us kiss.

“Holy shit.” I huff out a breath.

Dec gives me that dangerous smirk of his. The kind that makes me do crazy things like throw my heart at him for years when he barely blinked in my direction. He grinds up into me, and my cock pulses as he rolls his body against it. “If you want me to fuck you, you’re going to have to give our girl her orgasm. I’m never going to last with your dick working its magic like it is right now.”

Declan takes my mouth in a rough kiss. “Come, baby. We can clean up and go again. Let me see you come with my cock in your ass. Show me how good I make you feel.”

Mel leans in and kisses my neck. Then she reaches between us and rolls gentle fingers against my weeping cock, squeezing and then fisting it, working me untilI’m delirious.

We stare down at where our bodies are joined. The place where Declan fucks me ferociously. Like he’s been doing it for years. Like this is how we were always meant to be. And with her hand wrapped around me and him deep inside me, I unravel completely.

“That’s it, baby,” Dec says as his thrusts grow slower, as if he’s relishing the final moments of being inside me before he cries out. “Holy fuck, give me your mouth.”

I obey, and then he kisses me while he pulses wickedly inside me, filling me with his hot cum.

Panting, he pulls back and takes Mel’s mouth, murmuringthank yous andI love yous and reminding her that she’s our everything. It’s beautiful, despite our mess, because, like Dec said, we’ll just clean up and start all over again.

Track 19

MAGIC

CHAPTER 50

Declan

“You nervous?”Melina asks as the three of us climb the porch steps of my sister’s brownstone.

Last night, when Cade and Melina agreed to join me for Christmas Eve, I thought my heart might burst. Tomorrow, we’ll have Christmas dinner at Cade’s mom’s house. She’ll be here tonight, too. My mom didn’t want her to be alone, and the Langfields are always happy to include the people we care about.

While I’m nervous about how my family will react to the three of us, I think Cade was probably right when he said to give them more credit. My sisters-in-laws are some of the most open-minded people I know. Though I am nervous about how my sister and her kids will react. They’ve never seen me with a significant other, let alone two.

Honestly, Cade could have asked for anything last night, and I would have given it to him. Likely still would. I’m head-over-heels in love with him and Mel, and the fact that he forgave me and gave us another chance is not something I take lightly. I’m deliciously sore, and I know they are too. I had no idea what I was missing all these years, but apparently, I really like ass play, and more than anything, I really love fucking Melina and looking down into her eyes while Cade fucks me.Giving up control, allowing them to care for me, to know what I need, is indescribable.

But I also really fucking loved fucking Cade too.

And when he plays with my prostate? Yeah, I really fucking like that.

Truth be told, I just love the two of them. Doesn’t matter whether we’re having sex, just lying in bed together, or doing everyday things, like walking into my pain-in-the-ass brother-in-law’s house like we are now. It’s all better because I’m with them.

“It’ll be fine,” Cade says from my other side.

Shrugging, I step up to the door.

Before I can knock, it swings open, and an oversized dog rushes past us.

“Deogi!” Beckett shouts as he flies down the steps and chases after the dog.

I guide Melina and Cade inside with a roll of my eyes. “Pain in the ass.”

Cade nudges me. “Watch out, or Finn will get ya with the swear jar.”

I run a hand over my face. Yeah, I can’t afford that. Unlike the guys here, I don’t make millions playing hockey or coaching the sport, and I don’t perform for sold-out stadiums. And unlike my idiot brother-in-law, who’s guiding the pony-sized dog back into the house, I don’t make millions by simply existing.

“Sorry about that,” Beckett says as he waves us into the living room. “Make yourselves comfortable. I’ll take your coats and put Deogi in the kitchen.”

“Did he just call his dog D-O-G?” Melina whispers, eyes wide. She’s probably regretting dating me already.

As Beckett disappears with our coats and his pony-dog, I roll my eyes at him and grip Mel tighter. Less chance she can leave me. “Try to remember that you love me today.”

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