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Melina wraps her legs around his hips, pulling him closer, making it obvious she wants him to unload inside her. Fuck, that’s even hotter than my instinctual need. Just the image of him swelling and coming in thick spurts as she pulses around him has me losing control.

“Fuck,” I groan, lost to the sensation. Overwhelmed with bliss, I’m blinded by white spots in the darkness. “I’m so sorry, Trouble,” I mutter, palming her cheek and rubbing my thumb against her soft skin as she swallows me down.

With a lick of her lips, she smiles up at me, her eyes watering but bright.

“Let me get a towel, and we’ll get you cleaned up.”

Once again, Declan shocks the hell out of me when he slips out of her and waltzes over to the couch in his office. He settles down with an ease I don’t think I could muster right now and says, “No. Clean her up with your tongue.”

CHAPTER 30

Declan

My best friendtouched my dick, and I had the best orgasm of my life.

Those words flash through my mind on repeat while I watch him lick my cum from Melina’s cunt like he can’t get enough of our taste.

How I can sit here, palms pressed flat against my thighs, rather than storming over to the two of them for another round, is beyond me.

It’s probably shock.

Because another round of what?

What do I even want to happen? What doesCadewant to happen?

I’ve never cared so much about what another person is thinking than I do in this moment.

There’s no lying about how good it felt to have his hand wrapped around me while I was buried inside Melina. Is it only a physical thing? That’s possible, right? How could I not enjoy being touched while I thrust into her warmth?

There was no pretending that he wasn’t the one touching me. That it wasn’t his fist, his fingers,him. I looked him right in the eye as he did it. He was testing me, I’m sure. Probably expecting me to pull back so he could gauge my boundaries. The problem is, I’m not sure a boundary exists when it comes to Cade.

I’ve never wanted another man. Never been turned on by the idea of another man’s hands. Lips. Tongue.

Yet I’m practically salivating over the way Cade’s tongue moves languidly over Melina.

It’s undeniable: I’m turned on.

Hard.

I unloaded inside her minutes ago, yet I’ve got a full-on chub just watching them.

And I have no idea what any of it fucking means.

Maybe it’s because I’m so comfortable with him.

My most trusted friend.

He’s a good-looking guy. Anyone with eyes would have a hard time disagreeing with that. But would they look as closely as I am right now? Would another straight man look at Cade and focus on the way his forearm flexes as he holds himself up? Would they be focusing on the way he’s stroking her pussy with his tongue? Or would they be solely focused on her?

Don’t get me wrong—she’s the fucking sexiest woman I’ve ever seen. She’s my obsession. I’m crazy about her.

And by the way she’s writhing, she’s about to come.

I’m transfixed by the way her breasts swell and her nipples harden. By the way her thighs are stretched wide and she’s digging her feet into Cade’s sides as she screams through another orgasm.

Fuck. I shoot to my feet and stride to her side. With a hand over her mouth, I muffle her screams. Ignoring the man between her thighs, I lean down and whisper, “Shh, these sounds are only for us, sweetheart.”

“It’s so nice of you to come to the festival, Chief,” Carmella says in a singsong voice.

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