Trouble : Boston Bolts Hockey

I wasn’t the least bit surprised when Declan saw me between Mel’s thighs, grew about ten inches, and then disappeared, claiming he had to get to work.

He wasn’t ready. Maybe he never will be.

I can’t deny, though, that I’d hoped he’d at least be open to fooling around with us. Because watching him and Mel last night? It was so fucking hot.

But a small part of me—the part that spent decades fighting this unreasonable crush—knew that I couldn’t handle it if we took things too far, only for Declan to pull back and decide he didn’t want it. Didn’t want me.

And really, why would he?

He’s never given me any reason to hope. Any reason to believe that he would ever want me that way.

Mel herself is truly enough. The taste of them together, though? The sounds they made while he fucked her? It was otherworldly.

A vision I dream about but will never truly have.

I make peace with that.

Eventually.

Right now, I’m balls deep in Mel, thrusting and cursing as she squeezes around me every time I remind her of what I heard this morning.

“Bet you were a fucking dream, riding him like that.” Thrust. “Your tits bouncing.” Squeeze. “Your pussy clenched him so tight he saw stars, didn’t it?” Roll.

With a flick to her clit, I drag one of her legs up so her calf is resting on my shoulder. Fuck, the deeper angle is almost enough to send me over the edge. “And you let him have you bare.”

She’s panting, biting down on her swollen lip as she rolls her hips against me, seeking more.

I’m in a condom. I was too impatient to have the safe-sex talk first thing, though I intend to fuck her bare once I’ve confirmed we’re all good with it.

Declan was reckless this morning. Though I know he’s been safe, he has no idea what the fuck I’ve done.

Who I’ve done.

Even if it’s only been Mel since I met her.

If I have my way, it’ll only be her for a long fucking time.

And the last person to have her before Declan was me.

The image of him thrusting into her has me teetering on the edge of losing control.

“Come for me, Trouble. Squeeze my cock just like you did his, and then I’m going to come across these hot tits.”

The color in her cheeks deepens. She arches her back, head tilted up, and screams out my name, coming apart at the seams. I grit my teeth, working her through her orgasm until she’s finished pulsing around me. Then I pull out of her, toss the condom to the floor, and jack myself over her. Images of the two of them flit through my mind as my impending orgasm looms. And as I realize that Declan’s and Mel’s moans filled this room only a little while earlier, I come across her chest in spurts, painting her with my pleasure.

“Holy. Fucking. Shit,” Mel chants, her chest rising and falling rapidly.

Chuckling, I slump onto my side next to her.

“Is there such a thing as too much pleasure?” she huffs, though she’s smiling. “Because shit…you boys are killing me.”

With a laugh, I bite down on my lip. She’s so goddamn beautiful. So perfect. I blow out a breath and jump out of bed. Fuck, I’m at a loss for what to do with this feeling in my chest, the way my ribcage is strangling my heart. If I lie beside her any longer, I may blurt out something I can’t take back.

Still reeling, I grab a washcloth—the one Dec brought out, only to find me cleaning Mel up myself—and run my tongue along my lips, savoring that taste.

Declan. Melina. Them.

I wet the cloth again, warming it, then stride back to the bed. Kneeling on the mattress beside this beautiful woman, I delicately swipe at her skin.

When her green eyes flutter and she smiles that knowing smile of hers, my cheeks heat.

“Fuck,” I curse out through clenched teeth. “You’re so perfect. So much trouble, but so fucking perfect.” Dipping low, I swipe my tongue across her lips, then dip into her mouth.

I can’t just kiss this girl. A press of our lips would never be enough. When I kiss her, the need to devour her overwhelms me. Her moans, her whimpers, her thoughts. I want them all.

“Did you enjoy yourself?” I pull back, giving myself space to breathe. As much as I’m willing to risk my heart, I’m not willing to risk hers. If she’s catching feelings for Declan, we may have a problem, because Declan doesn’t do feelings.

Then again, who the fuck am I to talk? He’d probably be better at the whole relationship thing than me. Not that either of us has ever been in one.

God, we’re a mess.

“Let’s see,” she teases, tapping her finger against her chin. “I got fucked by not one, but two hot men, and I’ve come four times already this morning. Yeah,” she says, “I’d say I enjoyed myself.”

Despite the lightness her snark always brings, there’s still a niggle of doubt in my mind. “You know what I mean.”

I settle beside her again and pull her to my chest, hoping she can sense how much this means to me. That it’s so much more than just sex. Silently urging her to understand that I can be the person she talks to, the person she feels comfortable enough with to share more than just her bed.

“Did you enjoy yourself?” she asks, hitting the real issue here. Declan. Me. Declan and me. Whatever the fuck that is.

I lace our fingers and pull them to my lips, keeping my gaze on her. “I loved watching him fuck you, if that’s what you’re asking.”

She smiles. “I loved it too.”

Heat builds inside me at the satisfied look on her face. “He stretch you differently?”

Blushing, she sinks her teeth into her lip.

I loom over her, tickling her side. “He did, didn’t he?”

She giggles, her cheeks darkening further. “He’s got a really thick cock.”

I groan, awash in heady desire at the memory of exactly how that thick cock looked when he fisted it last night.

“And yours? It’s so fucking big it hits me in just the right place,” she rasps.

Balls aching, I claim her mouth. Damn. The more she talks about my best friend, the harder I get. Pretty sure I could fuck this woman all day.

“So you’re saying you need two cocks?” I bite down on her lip and suck it into my mouth.

“No,” she moans when I release her, rolling her hips against me. “I’m saying I need your two cocks.”

That’s all it takes to destroy all sense of control. With a grunt, I rut against her, sliding my cock through her wet heat.

“You want his, don’t you?” she whispers as she grabs ahold of my cock and squeezes, holding me in place.

I shake my head, a confusing mix of disappointment and desire swirling inside me. “Dec’s not like that.”

Mel smiles. “And if he was?”All content © N/.ôvel/Dr/ama.Org.

“Trouble, Mel. You are so much trouble.”

“Tell me your fantasy, Cade, and I’ll put you inside me bare too.” She runs the tip of my cock along her slit, then holds me at her entrance, squeezing tight.

“I’m safe,” I tell her.

She smiles, her eyes warm and soft. “I know.”

My heart pangs. Fuck. I really like this girl.

With a brow arched, she licks her lips. “Now tell me.”

Whimpering, I let my mind go wild, sorting through all the things I’d do if the feelings were reciprocated.

My mouth waters as I imagine settling my hands on his thighs. The hair on his legs coarse against my palms, his cock jutting out.

“I’d tell you to sit on his face, and I’d watch as he ate you.”

Her grin widens, her breaths picking up just a little. “What else?”

“I’d slide down his shorts to see how hard he was from your taste.”

She pushes me inside her, just an inch.

“He’d be rock hard,” she whispers. “Just like you are right now.”

My tongue tingles. “There’d be a bead of precum on the tip of his cock because he’s so turned on by you,” I tell her.

Moaning, she slides me in another inch.

“I’d stick out my tongue and taste it.”

“He’d whimper between my legs.” Digging her fingers into my ass, she pulls me into her with more force than I thought she was capable of, taking my entire length in one move.

A zap of electricity shoots up my spine. “I’d suck him to the back of my throat.”

“He’d thrust up into your mouth. He tastes so good, Cade, and he loves it rough.”

We’re fucking with abandon now. Rutting against one another as we dream about the man who’s already left. The man who’s too scared to let any of this happen.

The man we both want.