“Good. You heard me ask Declan about his.”
I nodded.
“And you heard Declan say the three usual ones, yes?”
“Yes, Papi, but he said orange, too. I’ve never heard that one before.”
Hayden chuckled. “It’s to let me know Declan’s feeling more toppy than usual.”
“You bottom?” I asked, still confused. Hayden didn’t seem the least bit submissive. He mentioned it on the phone yesterday…
Declan laughed until he snorted. “He tops from the bottom.”
“Just cause I like being in control, colibrí, doesn’t mean I don’t like having my ass tore up with his big dick.”
“He has a really big dick.”
Declan smirked, preening like a peacock.
Hayden chuckled and said, “Yeah, he does. It feels good when he pushes it in and stretches you out in all the right ways, doesn’t it?”
I nodded, my breath heaving as my core clenched, and my clit pulsed. Lust washed through me like raging floodwaters, making my chin tremble. Everything trembled. I wanted to see Declan take Hayden like that. I wanted to watch. I wanted to be under them when it happened so it was like Declan was fucking me with Hayden’s dick.
But I also wanted to be between them, and to see Hayden take Declan.
“I think you broke her. Again.”
Hayden smirked, his eyes ran down my body, and I felt it as clearly as if he’d physically caressed me.
“I think she wants us to break her, vato.”
Yes, please. Please break me.
“Kiss her, Papi.”
Oh God. Oh God. Oh God. Oh God.
Hayden leaned in toward me, only to stop and pause.
“¿Cuál es tu color?”
“I… I… don’t…”
I tried to explain that I didn’t know what he was asking, but my gaze latched onto his mouth, and I panted with need. Want. Lust.
“His Spanish comes out when he’s horny or being sweet. He wants to know your color, sweetness.”
“Green.”
The word barely finished forming when Hayden attacked. His mouth slanted over mine, taking what he wanted. And I was here for it. I wanted him just as much.
I was barely aware when he lifted me, so I was no longer sitting on the bed. Awareness snapped into place when Declan pressed himself against my back, his mouth latching onto my neck.
“Let go of his waist, sweetness. You have on way too many clothes.”
I did as he said, dropping my legs from Hayden’s waist until I hung suspended in the air between them. Declan’s hands… or maybe Hayden’s… peeled away my clothes until I was left bare. Heat suffused my face. My body being on full display with the two Adonis’ made me anxious. That anxiety flared from an ember to an inferno when Hayden set me on my feet, his hands holding mine out to the side.
“Fuck, cariño, look at her.”
