Page 119 of Trouble

“Fuck no,” he says on a laugh.

I tilt my head, waiting for him to really look at me. “Then why would it be for him?”

He rubs a thumb gently over my cheek. “I don’t want to rush him.”

“He kissed you in front of your team. He’s taking you to family Christmas tomorrow.” I give him a sharp look. “He loves you.”

With his forehead pressed to mine, he closes his eyes. “Maybe.”

Before I can rebut, his lips are on mine again. It’s the kind of kiss a person can get lost in. One of those that begins softly but then grows until waves of heat emanate between us.

We’re groping one another, moaning, nipping, and licking, when Declan’s voice startles us apart.

“Why are you two still dressed?”

With my lip caught between my teeth, I smile up at the bossy man I’m so in love with. “We didn’t want to start without you.”

Declan grunts. “Seems like you were doing just that.”

Steam billows around us, and the mirror is nothing but a white fog.

Cade spins me toward Declan and grasps the bottom of my jersey. “Maybe I just wasn’t ready to peel her out of this.”

Declan smirks, lifting his chin. “The jersey was a nice touch, huh?”

Cade ducks down and laughs into my neck. “It was perfect.”

Declan crowds us. He’s so close that all I can see is his matching blue jersey. With one hand on my hip, he uses the other to pull Cade’s mouth off my neck and toward his own. They’re kissing with me sandwiched between them again. Fuck. Being in the middle of their embrace, with Declan’s heat at my front and Cade’s at my back, has me squirming, losing my mind with lust.

Declan pulls back with a curse, his focus lowering to me. “Sorry, sweetheart.”

“Never apologize for going after what you want.” I pat his chest. “It’s incredibly hot.”

There’s that delicious smirk again. “Good. Right now, what I want is you naked and in the shower.”

I point at Cade, arching a brow. “First I want to watch him take off your jersey.”

“I like the way she thinks,” Cade grumbles. He grasps my sides and lifts me onto the bathroom counter. “Think you can be a good girl and sit here for a minute?”

I nod as warmth pools between my thighs. I’m so fucking wet, the idea of a shower is comical.

Cade spins around and takes a step toward Declan. “I swear you’ve never looked better than you do in my jersey.”

“I’ll wear it again when you fuck me one day, but right now, I need us both naked.”

Holy shit. Cade’s jaw drops, and mine does too. The ease with which Declan mentioned being fucked by his best friend? The heat simmering low in my belly kicks up a notch. That scenario just jumped to the top of my list of fantasies. If I have my way, it’s something we’ll experience soon and often. I’ve got a lifetime to have it all. Them. Us. It’s what dreams are made of.

Cade runs a hand through his blond hair. “I gotta fuck you because your cock’s too big for me to take?”

Declan shakes his head. “You’ll take my cock just fine. I was made for you.”

Cade undoes his best friend’s belt, the metal clanking, then moves on to his zipper. As he tears his pants down his legs, he takes his boxerswith them. The shirt is next. Cade is so tall that he tugs the jersey over his head with ease. As it flutters to the floor, Declan fists his thick cock, and my mouth waters at the sight. I’m tempted to hop off this counter and drag him to the ground so I can ride him here.

Amused brown eyes find mine. “Like what you see, sweetheart?” He strokes his shaft, moving down, then back up, flicking his wrist at the tip.

I squirm on the counter.

“I’m not enough for her on my own, though.” He’s talking to Cade, though he’s got me locked in his gaze. Taunting me.

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