“Are you needy,hermosa?”
“Yes, Papi.”
A door opened in the distance, and I spun on my heel. Declan stood in the bedroom doorway, waiting for us. I ushered him in before Marcie and me, hoping to miss whoever was heading this way. I was shit out of luck though, because Heidi came around the corner.
The look on her face pissed me off. Declan could deal with it later. It came from a good place, but his family and Lucia had played with our relationship enough. I wouldn’t have it happening in the future. They got what they wanted. They forced our hand, and Declan and I had figured our shit out. With Marcie now tangled up in the mess that was our relationship, we didn’t need or want any outside interference.
Stepping into the room, I pushed the door closed with my foot, flipping the lock. With Marcie still clinging to me like a koala, I pulled Declan to us. My lips found his again, and I said, “Strip, vato.”
He didn’t waste any time. His shoes, socks, and pants disappeared. “Now, get over here.”
He came forward, and I wrapped my hand around his throat, pulling him close. I took his mouth, plunging my tongue into his depths, massaging his tongue with mine.
Marcie’s mouth latched onto my neck, kissing and sucking.
“Our girl’s needy, cariño.”
“Is Papi right, sweetness? Do you need us?”
A high-pitched whine pierced the air. As much as I wanted to toss her on the bed and sink into the pussy soaking the waistband of my pants, I needed to make sure she knew, and wanted, what and who she was signing up for.
I pushed her into Declan’s arms and stripped before taking her back. I sat her on the end of the bed that I had every intention of sharing with the two of them for as long as we were here. I knelt in front of her. Her hands and eyes found my chest. Long fingers traced the designs of the tattoo inked into my skin over the ridges and valleys I’d fought to get back after the accident.
“Marcie, look at me.”
No reaction other than a small gulp.
I gathered her tiny hands in one of mine and lifted her chin with the other. “Little girl, when I tell you to do something, you do it. Understand?”
Her eyes went wide, and she nodded.
“Words are required when I ask questions.”
“Yes. Yes, sir.”
Her submission, unlike Declan’s, came to her easily. She didn’t fight it like he did. I loved both. Easy submission was a balm to my battered soul, but the hard-won control Declan gave me put me on top of the world and made me feel like a king.
“Declan and I are married. You’re well aware of that.”
“Yes, sir.”
“I’m his Papi. You know that, too.”
“You’re his daddy and he’s mine.”
I smiled at her and nodded, glancing back at Declan when he cleared his throat. “Vato,” I warned.
Unfazed, he said, “That rule goes both ways.”
My eyes trailed down his face to his arms crossed over his chest to the cock I couldn’t decide if I wanted in my mouth or hers. Or in my ass. Or her pussy.
All the above was the only answer.
I looked up at Declan’s face when I answered her. “Yes. That means I’m his daddy and he’s yours, but he’s also my defiant submissive brat, same as you.”
“I’m not a brat!” she pouted, and I laughed. She was so a brat. But that was okay. Brat tamer was quickly becoming a role I loved.
Declan knelt next to me, his gaze on the girl before us. I followed his gaze to find her chewing that plump bottom lip I wanted to suck and nibble and see wrapped around our cocks. Declan cupped her face, his thumb tugging the tender flesh free.
