Page 59 of Trouble

I can’t deny, though, that I’d hoped he’d at least be open to fooling around with us. Because watching him and Mel last night? It was so fucking hot.

But a small part of me—the part that spent decades fighting this unreasonable crush—knew that I couldn’t handle it if we took things too far, only for Declan to pull back and decide he didn’t want it. Didn’t want me.

And really, why would he?

He’s never given me any reason to hope. Any reason to believe that he would ever want me that way.

Mel herself is truly enough. The taste of them together, though? The sounds they made while he fucked her? It was otherworldly.

A vision I dream about but will never truly have.

I make peace with that.

Eventually.

Right now, I’m balls deep in Mel, thrusting and cursing as shesqueezes around me every time I remind her of what I heard this morning.

“Bet you were a fucking dream, riding him like that.” Thrust. “Your tits bouncing.” Squeeze. “Your pussy clenched him so tight he saw stars, didn’t it?” Roll.

With a flick to her clit, I drag one of her legs up so her calf is resting on my shoulder. Fuck, the deeper angle is almost enough to send me over the edge. “And you let him have you bare.”

She’s panting, biting down on her swollen lip as she rolls her hips against me, seeking more.

I’m in a condom. I was too impatient to have the safe-sex talk first thing, though I intend to fuck her bare once I’ve confirmed we’re all good with it.

Declan was reckless this morning. Though I know he’s been safe, he has no idea what the fuck I’ve done.

Who I’ve done.

Even if it’s only been Mel since I met her.

If I have my way, it’ll only be her for a long fucking time.

And the last person to have her before Declan was me.

The image of him thrusting into her has me teetering on the edge of losing control.

“Come for me, Trouble. Squeeze my cock just like you did his, and then I’m going to come across these hot tits.”

The color in her cheeks deepens. She arches her back, head tilted up, and screams out my name, coming apart at the seams. I grit my teeth, working her through her orgasm until she’s finished pulsing around me. Then I pull out of her, toss the condom to the floor, and jack myself over her. Images of the two of them flit through my mind as my impending orgasm looms. And as I realize that Declan’s and Mel’s moans filled this room only a little while earlier, I come across her chest in spurts, painting her with my pleasure.

“Holy. Fucking. Shit,” Mel chants, her chest rising and falling rapidly.

Chuckling, I slump onto my side next to her.

“Is there such a thing as too much pleasure?” she huffs, though she’s smiling. “Because shit…you boys are killing me.”

With a laugh, I bite down on my lip. She’s so goddamn beautiful. So perfect. I blow out a breath and jump out of bed. Fuck, I’m at a loss for what to do with this feeling in my chest, the way my ribcage is strangling my heart. If I lie beside her any longer, I may blurt out something I can’t take back.

Still reeling, I grab a washcloth—the one Dec brought out, only to find me cleaning Mel up myself—and run my tongue along my lips, savoring that taste.

Declan. Melina. Them.

I wet the cloth again, warming it, then stride back to the bed. Kneeling on the mattress beside this beautiful woman, I delicately swipe at her skin.

When her green eyes flutter and she smiles that knowing smile of hers, my cheeks heat.

“Fuck,” I curse out through clenched teeth. “You’re so perfect. So much trouble, but so fucking perfect.” Dipping low, I swipe my tongue across her lips, then dip into her mouth.

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