“And mine was left with the defiant, demanding, mostly submissive guy standing on the tarmac.”
Joy burst inside me like a supernova, blinding me with the radiance of being loved by this man.
“And you, hermosa…” his voice trembled slightly until he cleared his throat. “I walked into that living room, and there you were. A sexy siren. A beacon of light. I couldn’t believe it. I hadn’t seen Declan in a year, but I remembered how I felt the night my gaze met his the first time and when our eyes met…”
“You winked at me,” she said shyly, and laughter burst from my chest.
“Of course he did. He’s the biggest fucking flirt.”
He didn’t comment other than to let the soft smile turn to a cocky grin. “Later that night, I walked into the house, determined to talk to my husband and unfuck the mess I’d made of our marriage and I found the two of you, sitting at the table eating, laughing, talking and I saw the future Declan teased me with three years earlier.”
She glanced over her shoulder at me, her kiss-swollen bottom lip caught between her teeth. Unable to help myself, I leaned in, licking at her mouth until she opened for me. I slipped my tongue inside, sipping at her until my cock twitched.
The randy motherfucker needed to learn to read the room. This wasn’t his moment to shine. Ignoring my reaction to her, I pulled away, my gaze roaming her face as my fingers combed her hair from her face.
“When you ploughed into me that day, my soul recognized you the same way it did Hayden when he slid up next to me at the bar that first night. But…” I paused, filling my lungs with a breath to steady my racing heart as anxiety at what I was about to say took hold. “Surprise utterances aside, if you wanna put talking about your feelings aside, you can. Just know this: we’ve invested our hearts. They have been from the moment we saw you. Same as they were when we first saw each other. We belong to you. And, we’ll be here, waiting until you’re ready to stake your claim.”
42
MARCIE
This has to be a dream.
Right?
“Ouch!” I cried as I pinched myself.
“Did she just pinch herself?” Hayden asked.
Declan moved to sit next to Hayden, then wedged me between them. They each kissed the red mark I’d left on my forearm from pinching the skin so hard. Looking at it, I’d be lucky if I didn’t bruise.
Declan gave me a squeeze as he asked, “Sweetness, why did you pinch yourself?
“Because this can’t be happening.”
It was so unreal. I’d had this dream for so long. Since the first time I ever set foot in the BDSM club here that hosted a Daddy/little night.
“Why do you say that, pequeña?”
My chest expanded twice before I forced myself to answer Hayden’s question.
“Because it’s what I always wanted. Having two Daddies was always the dream, and now you guys are saying ‘Here you go, it’s yours when you want to take it.’ It just doesn’t seem possible. I feel as if I’m gonna wake up on the tour bus and realize it was only a dream.”
“It’s been our dream, too, you know? Declan mentioned it years ago, and we tossed around ideas and fantasies whenever our relationship got difficult because…”
“Because he’s a bossy motherfucker and I’m a switch who has a very dominant streak…”
“Some of the time.”
Declan’s chest rumbled with amusement as he said, “What can I say, the big brute makes me wanna bend over and submit more than I wanna force him to his knees at my feet so he can worship my cock.”
“Oh!”
“I think she liked that image,” Hayden said, his dick jumping against his leg.
“I think you did too, Papi,” Declan said, leaning over to take Hayden into his mouth, sucking him deep and hard.
“Oh, wow! A show,” I giggled.
