15
DECLAN
Istormed from the room, but I didn’t go far. I couldn’t. The man drew me like a magnet, and the pull to stay close refused to let me go any further than the dining room. While it was out of sight of the two I’d left at the table behind, I could still hear them.
Marcie looked innocent as fuck, but the way she fired questions at Hayden after I walked out made my face twitch with laughter. The girl had his number. And then she told him to eat, and I had to cover my mouth with my hand. The fucker had met yet another match to his dominating personality.
“Oh goody. Another bossy sub.”
That asshole. I wasn’t a fucking bossy sub. At least, not fully.
“What? How…”
Her indignant sputtering was fucking adorable. It wasn’t hard to see the sub in her, and if I wasn’t mistaken, there was a bratty middle in there, too. If so Hayden would be fucking ecstatic.
Then she asked, “Declan’s a sub?”
I wouldn’t let him answer that for me, especially not when he’d already called me a sub. Was I submissive to him? Yes. But that was the totality of who I was.
I stepped back into the kitchen, and the sight of Marcie glancing up at Hayden from under her thick, dark lashes made my stomach clench with need. I could see it as clear as day. Her on her knees before me, tears rolling down her face while she gagged on my cock and stared up at me. Hayden, behind me, opening me up to take him until I came down her throat.
I crossed my arms over my chest and said, “I’m a switch, which the Daddy Dom in the room likes to forget.”
“Oh!” Marcie gasped.
Her eyes widened as she squirmed in her chair.
Hayden smirked knowingly, glancing between Marcie and me and the door behind me. I wanted to punch the prick and wipe that smug look off his stupid, gorgeous face. His lips twitched as Marcie continued wiggling on the chair across from him.
He’d known I was listening. The asshole. He’d known I was listening and baited me to bring me back into the room.
Realizing what he was up to made me giddy as fuck. He wanted… something… from me. Glancing between Marcie and Hayden, I recognized the look in his eyes, and I swallowed a sigh. At least, I believed I recognized it. It had been a long time since we’d spent enough time together for me to. I didn’t know what it was or if I was ready for it to happen to us.
Did I want it?
Fuck, yes, I wanted it.
I wanted them both.
Separately. Together. However, whenever, and as many fucking times as possible and then to go back to the beginning and start all over.
But another part of me, the insecure guy who’d been languishing without for so long, who missed his husband to distraction, worried Hayden didn’t actually want me.
Maybe he was too chicken shit to come out and ask for what he wanted? If that were the case, I’d never understand, but okay.
I pushed that aside. I’d deal with it later.
“Hayden, can I talk to you? Privately.”
He glanced at Marcie and back at me, and I knew then that he undeniably wanted her. He nodded with a sigh and picked up his plate, taking it to the sink. I grabbed the containers to put them away as Marcie jumped to her feet to help.
If we pursued something with her, we’d have to watch her like a hawk to make sure she wasn’t overdoing it and giving more than she should. Because you could see the girl was a helper and a caretaker, and that was fine. We’d just need to make sure she wasn’t giving so much that there was nothing left for her.
With all the food covered, I piled the containers in my arms to put them in the fridge. She rushed ahead and pulled open the door, helping me stack them. When we finished, I cupped her neck, my thumb brushing the hollow of her cheek.
“Thank you, sweetness.”
She blushed prettily. The light pink color tugged at all the tenderness in me, but it also tossed gasoline on the banked fire that burned in my gut. It had been a coon’s age since I’d gotten fucked or fucked anything other than my hand and she, along with the giant I loved to distraction, had my libido going haywire.
