“Dance with us, colibrí.” I released one of his hands, extending mine toward her, beckoning her to join us.
Indecision warred in her eyes, an inner battle playing out across her delicate features for us to see.
“What? No… no… I… umm… I can’t.”
Those words… ‘I can’t’ told me all I needed to know. And apparently, Declan came to the same conclusion.
“Yeah, you can, sweetness. There ain’t no way you look the way you do and be unable to move.”
He let go of my hand and held his out next to, but not touching mine. As much as I didn’t want to admit it, if she chose him over me or me over him, I’d be hurt. We were a packaged deal. And we wanted her to be part of that package.
She didn’t disappoint me. She took one of his hands and one of mine, and my heart sang.
As cheesy as that sounds, that’s what happened.
My heart sang. As if choreographed, Declan and I gently led her into the kitchen from her hiding spot near the door and into our arms, Declan’s back nestled against my chest, and Marcie snuggled safely against Declan’s, my long reach encircled them both with ease. Stiff and hesitant at first, she loosened up the longer we swayed to the music softly playing in the background. She laid her cheek on Declan’s muscled chest, her left hand tucked under her chin. Declan and I laced our hands together at her left hip, entwining her other hand with ours to place three hands over his heart. My head rested against his as we shared our sweetness, our movements in perfect harmony.
Peace and happiness enveloped me. I thought I couldn’t be happier than before Declan and I imploded, but I was wrong. So fucking wrong.
Declan called us puzzle pieces that fit, but not quite, not at this moment. In this small space in time, everything fits. Everything makes sense. Well, not everything. The years Declan and I spent apart when we could’ve been together, those don’t make sense other than to say I was a fucking idiot.
Determined not to make the same mistake again, especially not now when it seems we found the person who could be ours, who could fill all these tiny gaps where our puzzle pieces don’t quite fit, I vowed to protect them both, no matter the cost.
Now, we needed to piece together how this would work. Declan and I needed to make sure Marcy didn’t feel like a third wheel. She would need to learn that she was an integral part of what makes this relationship work. Not just our relationship as a triad, but also the individual relationships as well. Especially mine and Declan’s, because as happy as we were together, it was a struggle, thanks to the friction from all our rough edges. Her softness could balance that out, so we all got the ending we longed for and deserved.
I don’t know how long we stood wrapped together, swaying to the music, but it wasn’t long enough.
“This is nice,” she murmured, her voice so low I barely heard her.
“It is, colibrí,” I said, letting go of their hands to run my fingers down her face.
The tender moment ended when her belly grumbled, and her hands flew to her face.
“Oh, my goodness. That’s so embarrassing.”
I chuckled, pulling her into my arms when Declan wiggled out from between us. He planted a kiss on her temple, then pulled my lips to his, looking in my eyes. He stepped away, his face wreathed in the most beautiful smile.
“I’ll finish breakfast. Do you like Tex-Mex, sweetness?”
“Umm… you don’t have to cook for me?”
“You might as well put a sock in it, sweetness. Declan loves feeding the people he cares for.”
“It’s the southerner in me. Now, do you like Tex-Mex?”
She nodded, and Declan returned to the food he was preparing when I came into the kitchen while I held the woman we wanted to share our lives with. It sounded ridiculous, considering we had just met her, but it was the same for me with Declan. So, why should Marcie be any different?
“Wanna sit on the island and help me pester Declan?”
“I heard that.”
I leaned over, way over, to whisper in her ear, making sure my lips brushed her flesh. “I meant for him to. And you didn’t answer me,” I said, nipping her ear.
She shivered, her body brushing against mine. I couldn’t wait to make her do that after I stripped her naked. The thought of her bare and spread out before me and Declan made my cock throb, and I made certain she felt what she did to me when I stood up. I pressed the hardening flesh against her, rubbing it gently from side to side over her belly.
“Yes!” she gasped.
“Me, too,” I said, wrapping my hands around her waist.
