Page 53 of Trouble

“Hi,” I say to Cade, my tone timid. “You sure you’re okay with this?”

His blue eyes dance. “Trouble, this is the hottest fucking thing I’ve ever seen. I’m more than okay with it.”

Relief washes through me. “Good.”

Declan reappears an instant later, completely naked now. His hard cock bobs with his every step across the living room.

At the sight of him, I practically choke on my own saliva. He’s all man, dark hair covering his thick thighs, a hard, rugged chest that hints to how he spends his days, working hard and taking care of this town and the people in it.

Tonight I want to take care of him.

Bring him pleasure.

Watch him fall apart.

He gives Cade a meaningful look as he steps up to me. No words are spoken, but he nods once, and then he’s staring down at me again.

“Color?”

“Green,” I say easily.

He holds a condom out between two fingers. “Good. Put this on me.”

It’s already open, but I give myself a moment to grip his hard length without it. I slide up and down, reveling in the feel of him beneath my fingertips. When I brush my thumb over his tip, he grunts.

I smile, batting my lashes at him. “You’re huge.”

“You’ll take me beautifully,” he rumbles.

I sigh, soaking in the moment. He’s right. Everything about us is right. After one more tug, I slide the condom down his shaft. When he’s fully sheathed, he presses forward, kissing me again, coaxing me into submission, his tongue warming me up. Then, gripping my thighs, he drags me closer and doesn’t stop until I’m teetering on the edge of the table.

When he grasps my hips, his fingers digging into the flesh, and holds me still, I can’t help the moan that slips past my lips.

“Barely touched her, and she’s already purring for you,” Cade murmurs. It’s like he’s in the room. Like he’s right here with us, involved in every step.

Declan notches his cock at my entrance but only slips in far enough for his swollen head to disappear. He takes a breath, and I do the same. Then, while we’re both fixated on where we’re joined, he thrusts in, disappearing completely. I whimper as he fills me, stretches me, with his fat cock. It’s so much thicker than any I’ve ever taken. The feel of him, the way I break for him, is unlike anything I’ve ever experienced.

“Oh my god,” I whisper as he lets out a muffled “fuck.”

“She’s so fucking tight.” He clutches my hips and holds himself deep inside me, eyes locked on mine. “You’re so fucking perfect, Melina. Beautiful, kind”—his throat bobs—“and so fucking tight.”

He pulls out and then thrusts back in again, making my tits bounce and my breath hitch. His gaze falls to them then, and he looks at me. “I want to suck on your nipple.”

Liquid heat rushes through me at the request. I’ve never had a man ask for approval like this. Before each step. And before this moment, I would have claimed I wanted a man who knows what he’s doing, takes what he wants.

Declanisthat kind of man, yet he’s giving me that power. I’ve never experienced anything hotter.

“I’d love that too.”

Dipping his head, he presses a kiss to one, then the other. He stops there, focusing on licking, then flicking my nipple with his tongue, making the peak impossibly hard and sending sparks firing through my body.

“Fuck, that feels good.”

He continues, all the while thrusting slowly, still firmly holding my hips in place.

On the phone screen, Cade is breathing heavy.

“Are you stroking yourself?” I rasp out between ragged breaths.

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