Page 85 of Trouble

“I’ll take whatever you give me, sir,” he finally says, his tone low and his voice full of heat.

Holy fuck.

Please,please, if I die, let this be my heaven. These two men. This night. Those words.

“Yes you will,” Declan says, tugging on my hair like he’s tying off the braid. With his mouth next to my ear again, he adds, “Safer with the ropes.”

My heart sinks in disappointment. “You’ve done this before.” It shouldn’t bother me. Of course I wasn’t his first. He was open about his experience with Shibari. But somehow, this braid, his tone, his confidence, confirm that this is a lifestyle he’s comfortable with.

“Yes.”

He steps back from me and then kneels on the bed. His cock hangs close to Cade’s head, and when Cade turns, his mouth is only inches from its tip. But he keeps his eyes on Declan’s face, as if he’s more interested in what he’s doing than what he’s packing.

Newsflash, he’s way better at this than I am. I’d have already slid my tongue out for a taste. It’s impossible not to taunt Declan into being reckless with me.

“She really is trouble,” Declan mutters as he catches me staring at the two of them.

Chest heaving, I drag my attention back to his dick. How the hell is he not rock hard right now? It’s as if he’s completely immune to us. As if the way the two of us are practically salivating over him doesn’t affect him even slightly. God, why is his self-control so hot?

“You gave her the nickname,” Cade teases.

With a smirk, Declan grunts. “And then you used it to taunt me.”

“Just offering a little push.”

“That’s all you ever do. Push and push. Right, baby?”

Oh, fuck. My core tightens at that term of endearment. He called Cadebabyin the shower, but I assumed it was a slip of the tongue or a throwaway word. But now, when Declan is exercising so much control, it’s clear that it was no accident.

Holy hell. If he’s this comfortable already, then I can’t imagine that his feelings for Cade are as new as he would have us believe.

I’d bet they’ve been simmering for years.

Cade swallows thickly and nods. “You know me better than anyone else.”

“I do.” Declan grips his hand, ready to get started with the rope, but pauses there and squeezes. “Trust me to know what you need?”

Cade regards him, eyes wide, as if no one on earth exists but the two of them. And there isn’t an ounce of jealousy in my heart. Cade, the man I fell hard for the day I met him, is getting everything he’s ever wanted with Declan, the man who’s come to own my body and my soul just as equally. There’s no threat here. It may be the most beautiful moment I’ve ever witnessed.

“I do,” Cade whispers, his eyes glassy. “Just don’t break me.”

Declan leans down without hesitation and presses his lips to Cade’s. “I’m going to try really hard to get this right.”

A tear slides down my cheek at the admission, at Cade’s plea, and I don’t swipe it away.

“Ready, baby?” Declan asks. He kisses Cade gently one more time.

“I’m ready.”

Declan meticulously winds the black rope around Cade’s arm, explaining each step and the reason behind it. As he works his way across Cade’s chest and to his other arm, he straddles him, completely oblivious to how we’re tracking his every move. His hands work therope. His tongue peeks out as he checks the tightness. His dick slides across Cade’s chest as he moves from one side to the other. All the while, he’s completely unaffected.

Me? I’m sitting in a literal puddle of desire. Poor Cade is so hard he’s leaking down his shaft.

When he’s finished tying the rope around Cade’s hands, he surveys his work, his lip between his teeth. “You look so fucking sexy tied up with my rope.”

Cade’s eyes swim with longing. “Yeah?”

“Yeah, baby. But you’ll look even better tied to my bed while our girl rides your cock.”

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