Page 43 of Decked, Wrecked and Pucked
“After the way you were begging me in the shower this morning, you can’t say anything. What was it?Please, baby, fuck my ass.You’re such a good boy, so fucking deep—don’t stop, don’t you dare fucking stop.”
Zeke just grins, not an ounce of shame in him. “Yeah? Well, you were a good boy. Nearly had me seeing stars. I might’ve even blacked out for a second.”
Roman groans and rolls his eyes, tugging on his sweatpants. “Are you two done?”
“Sorry, where was I?”
Zeke shifts forward, leaning his forearms on the island between us. “You wanna know how we feel about Addie joining us.”
“Yeah. Zeke, I already know where you stand, so really, the decision comes down to you, Rome. Whatever you want, that’s what we do.”
Roman’s jaw works, and his golden eyes dart away briefly before he finally speaks. “I’m fine with it. I just… can’t.”
“You don’t have to do anything you’re not comfortable with,” Zeke says, leaning in a little closer to him.
“Watching you two with her? That’ll get me hard as fuck, and I’m down for that. I just can’t touch her again.”
I get it. I understand. Even if part of me wants to believe the four of us could be more than temporary.
But how the hell could it ever work? We live completely different lives.
I’m trying not to let the doubt sink its claws in, but Roman’s not wrong, and that might be what scares me the most.
“Okay, so what about one-on-one with her?” I ask, watching them both closely as they nod.
“Are you sure, Captain?” I press, needing to hear it from Roman, needing to know this won’t in any way break us.
“It doesn’t change what we have. I’m not worried, and I’m notjealous—only because it’s her. I know we all miss pussy sometimes, but don’t get any ideas.”
“Never,” Zeke murmurs. “It’s always us.”
Then, as if it’s instinct—like we’re three parts of one whole—the space between us disappears. Zeke’s thigh brushes mine, and Roman’s hand settles at the nape of my neck. I reach out, curling my fingers around Zeke’s wrist. We don’t say a word, but we don’t need to. Shoulders bump, hips press, and hands slide into familiar places like they were made to be there.
Our foreheads meet—three points of contact, three pulses syncing in the space between us.
Fuck, I’m so in love with them.
It’s that perfect fire-to-the-veins kind of love. The kind you fight for, bleed for, burn the fucking world down for. And they’re mine. Every beautiful and brilliant inch of them—mine.
“One of us needs to get her some clothes,” I say, breaking the quiet.
Zeke steps back a little, running a hand through his onyx hair. “You go. She’s most comfortable with you.”
“Not true,” I say, already turning toward the door. “I just know how to nudge her without overwhelming her.”
Roman looks at me, that rare soft smile tugging at his mouth. The one he only gives to us that says,I’m so gone for you, and you know it.
I turn and head down the hall with a pair of clean underwear and a white T-shirt. There’s no way they’ll fit her—she’s so damn tiny—but it’s better than nothing.
The sound of the shower drifts through the doorway of the guest room. I set the clothes on the bed and sit down on the edge, elbows to my knees, trying to get my shit together. But the longer I sit here, the more my mind drifts to her. Wet. Bare. Just a few feet across the hall, behind that closed door.
My fingers flex against my thighs, jaw clenched so tight it aches, and I shut my eyes and count to five before I force myself up and knock gently on the bathroom door. The last thing I need is for her to walk out naked and catch me lurking like some kind of creep. Not that I wouldn’t fall to my knees for even a glimpse of her, but I want her to want that.
“Addie? I grabbed you some clothes. I’ve put them on the bed.”
She doesn’t answer. Instead, the bathroom door opens, and she steps out. Her skin is flushed, and her blonde hair is soaked and dripping down her collarbones.
The white towel clings to her damp skin, hanging on by a thread as it skims dangerously high on her thighs. She has my brain short-circuiting, and for a second, I can’t string together a single fucking sentence.
