31. Marcie
31
MARCIE
W hen Hayden hung up, my face burned with… not embarrassment, because I refused to be ashamed of how I felt about them or what I liked. But outing myself as a girl to Hayden and Declan’s family and friends the way I had, yeah that made for some niggling moments of shyness.
Although, looking across the patio to where Priest lounged as he argued with Jackson’s cousin, Bauer, as Bauer’s twin, Asher, tried and failed to contain his laughter, I didn’t think I had anything to worry about. The twins had been good-natured about us encroaching on their territory when we just showed up out of nowhere earlier.
Cameron dropped onto the foot of the lounge chair I’d claimed for myself.
“There’s no need to be shy or embarrassed.”
I looked up at him through my lashes. He didn’t seem put off by me calling his friend ‘Papi’ or the friend’s husband, ‘Daddy’.
“I don’t want to intrude on their relationship.”
“You aren’t.”
“How do you know?”
“Because I know Hayden. I know the struggles they had when they met. And I’m getting to know Declan again. They are happy together, but they aren’t a great fit. They need someone who can provide some softness to counteract all that raging masculinity they’ve got going on.”
Chewing my lip, I wondered if they’d confided in him. I couldn’t ask outright, so I picked at the fabric of my leggings as I said, “I love talking with them individually, but it’s those moments when the three of us are talking that I feel…”
“Complete and at peace?”
“Yeah. We haven’t known each other long, but what little time I spent with them… that’s exactly how I felt. Even when they pushed me out of my comfort zone.”
He laughed, saying, “What you mean is when Hayden pushes you out of your comfort zone. Because the man wouldn’t know a precision attack unless it bit him in the ass, he’s the personification of blunt force.”
I giggled, then nodded in agreement. That was the perfect analogy. Declan was a scalpel. Hayden was a bat? No. A bat is too subtle. A hammer. A sledgehammer.
Knees drawn up to my chest, I cackled at the image. I might just buy him one if I ever get the chance to see them again.
“Lucia calls him a bull in a china shop.”
I looked up at Priest as he, Asher, and Bauer joined us. A snicker lodged in my throat, and I snorted while gasping for air. I could totally see it. Hayden’s laughing, mischievous eyes in an enormous bull with gigantic horns sticking outta either side of its head, making a beautiful mess of everything in its path while Declan and I looked on.
“You gonna share with the rest of the class, princess, or leave us all out in the cold with nothing funny to keep our minds busy?”
“Hayden… a bull… big horns…” I held my hands up next to my ears, and tossed my head as I laughed so hard I snorted.
Several times.
But no one seemed to be paying attention because they were all hunched over, clutching their sides, snorting too.
“Cameron, remind me to tell Sarge what she thinks his big horns look like.”
My brow pinched in confusion until Priest held his hands up next to his head. Burying my face in my hands, I lost it. Again.
“A moose!” I cried, giggle-snorting through another fit of hilarity.
That sent the guys back into fits as well. All of them laughing and snorting about Hayden being a moose in a china shop instead of a bull.
The guys kept me laughing and distracted most of the day, but whenever things settled for a moment, Katie and Jackson’s situation would swarm me with worry.
And in those moments, missing Declan and Hayden returned full force.
Then darkness fell. The guys locked the house down, and I couldn’t put off going to bed any longer. Inside the big room with the massive bed fit for three, a melancholy came over me, and I couldn’t shake the sadness.
No.
That wasn’t the right word.
Longing fit better.
I didn’t want to be alone anymore. I thought about calling them, but decided against it. While I wanted them to be with them, for them to be my Daddies, they weren’t mine. Not officially, anyway. Plus, I didn’t want to come across as clingy and needy. Nobody liked that. I wanted them to want me. I wanted them to keep me for as long as they were willing. Lying in the big bed, cuddled around the stuffed Squirt they sent me, I let sleep come to give myself some peace from the erratic swirl of thoughts and emotions.
* * *
Ringing from the nightstand woke me. The room and the sky outside the windows were both pitch black instead of the dark charcoal they were when I went to sleep. I sighed, rubbing my eyes. Gavin always called before he went to bed when he traveled, which meant sometimes when he called, it was the middle of the night for me.
Letting the call roll to voicemail, I closed my eyes, hoping to go back to sleep. But the phone rang again. Groaning, I rolled over twice to reach the phone, where I left it on the nightstand.
Answering without looking at the screen, I asked, “What do you want, Gavin?”
“If you’re in bed, as Priest said you were, and you’re saying anyone’s name other than mine and Declan’s, the suffering you feel won’t be the fucking feel good kind.”
I sat up and yelled, “Papi!” at the same time, Declan growled, “Jesus, we gotta at least talk to the girl about boundaries before ya punish her for breakin’ them.”
That Texas accent made my insides quiver, waking me up fully. Add in their gorgeous faces when I finally held the phone up in front of my face, and the quivers moved south and camped out in my panties.
“Then get to the talky shit, because that’s the last time our girl utters someone else’s name in bed. I don’t give a fuck if we’re in it with her or not.”
Giddiness stormed through my body like someone unleashed tornadoes inside me, and they ping-ponged through me, bouncing around, spreading happiness.
“Can I say something?”
“Yes, sweetness. Always.”
“Unless she’s on speech restriction,” Hayden growled.
“Shut the fuck up, Hayden. Not another word.”
“Sounds like someone else wants to earn speech restrictions.”
“Ignore him, Marcie. What did you want to say?”
“Yes. To all of it.”
“To all of what, pequena . You have to spell it out for us. I won’t have anyone saying they weren’t aware of what they were getting into down the road.”
“Yes. To the speech restrictions, the feely good suffering, and maybe to the other suffering. I’m willing to try… well, anything if safe wording when I get overwhelmed or I’m not enjoying something won’t disappoint you.”
“If you’ve been with someone who made you feel like using a safe word made you a disappointment, you give me a name and I’ll set the motherfucker straight.”
“Hayden, sweet fucking Jesus, could you stop being such a bull in a china shop for five fucking minutes?”
I lost it. Stopping the fit of giggles wasn’t happening for love nor money. I fell back on the bed, snorting and laughing about moose. When I calmed down, their confused, smiling faces nearly set me off again.
“Sorry, it was something Prie… umm… someone else said earlier.”
“Fuck, you’re perfect, pequena. Good girl.”
“I’m gonna need to learn Spanish.”
“I’ll teach you.”
“I suck at languages.”
Hayden and Declan smirked and looked back at me, “Not the way we’ll teach you, colibrí.”
That growl. Oh. My. God. Throbbing heat pulsed behind my clit, and I gasped, my hand falling to cover myself.
Hayden’s eyes clocked the movement, and his gaze heated up.
“If you want to talk, vato. Do it now.”
“Marcie, Hayden and I want you to be our girl. We wanna be your Daddies. We wanna establish rules and boundaries for all of us , not just you, to follow.”
Hayden rolled his eyes. I had to bite my lips to keep from laughing at him.
“Do Daddies have rules and boundaries?” I asked.
“See, vato. She gets it. Thank you, pequena.”
“Jesus fucking Christ, I can’t with you two. How the fuck did I wind up having to deal with a bratty little and a bratty Dom at the same fucking time?”
“I guess you’re just lucky, Daddy.”
Hayden’s response wasn’t bratty, not at all. He grabbed Declan’s jaw, stared into his eyes for several, long, drawn-out, hotter than summer in Nashville moments before slanting his mouth over Declan’s.
The raw aggression in their kiss reminded me of him taking me on the counter in the kitchen. Hayden took. He didn’t ask, but like me, Declan didn’t seem to mind in the least. Being the focus of all that intensity, it drugged your senses until all that existed was Hayden and, through his control and dominance, Declan. Declan may be subservient to Hayden, but with me, his dominance shone like a beacon in the darkest of nights, and I couldn’t wait to be with them again.
My fingers slid under the elastic leg of my panties, and I moaned when they connected with the sensitive flesh between my legs. An inferno had taken up residence there. The heat didn’t flicker like a candle. It roared like wildfire, my blood thumping through my veins until my vision pulsed.
“Hmmm…” I whimpered when Hayden’s big hand wrapped around Declan’s throat.
They parted so slowly their lips stretched before separating. Declan looked dazed, and I remembered the feeling. I couldn’t wait to feel that way again. Hayden’s hungry gaze stared at Declan’s wet, puffy lips before glancing away. I couldn’t see what he was looking at but then he said, “Lock the fucking door and drop your pants.”
Declan disappeared after hesitating for a moment. Hayden stood, his crotch filled my phone screen as he opened his pants. He pushed them down, his dick popping free. My core spasmed with need as his hard, pearly-tipped shaft bounced before me.
OhGodOhGodOhGodOhGodOhGodOhGodOhGodOhGod.
He stroked his hard, mouthwatering flesh. Precum bubbled from the tip, and I wanted to taste him so, so badly. Hayden pulled out a condom, slicking it over his dick.
“It’s up to you if we use protection, Marcie. Declan and I are negative and don’t suit up usually, but we keep condoms on hand for moments like this when clean up isn’t easy.”
They were going to… Oh God!
Hayden handed something to Declan. “Put this in your ear.”
His ear?
“Pequena, can you hear me?”
“Yes.”
“Yes, what?” Hayden demanded, his voice deep and rumbly.
Oh, God.
“Yes, Papi. I can hear you.”
“Good girl, sweetness. No one but us can hear you, in case you were wondering. Papi and I have earbuds in. Now, can you set the phone down so we can see you?”
I gasped at the image the order created. Putting the phone on the stand next to the bed, I knelt in the center of the mattress. Gasping again when Declan stepped in front of Hayden, his dick standing firm between his legs. Another beautiful, mouthwatering dick I wanted to feel… in my hand, my mouth, between my legs. I wasn’t picky as long as I got to experience it all eventually.
“Perfect,” he said, but then he groaned, “Fuck Hayden, give me some warning.”
“Where would the fun be in that?” Hayden said.
Declan’s eyes closed, and his face pinched in pain, but he didn’t complain at the lack of warning or time for adjustment as he bounced forward. Hayden’s hand wrapped the back of Declan’s neck, forcing his face against the table their tablet sat on. His eyes met mine, and the struggle to surrender battled in his blue-green depths.
“Does he feel good, Daddy?”
“So fucking good, baby girl… fuck… damn, Papi, you’re so fucking big…” he gasped and growled, grunted, and groaned the words through clenched teeth.
“Strip, pequena. Daddy and I wanna see every inch of that gorgeous, sexy body,” Hayden’s voice whispered in my ear, even though I couldn’t see his face.
I hesitated for a second, but did as Papi said. Pulling off the tank top and panties I wore.
“Fuck, she’s pretty,” Declan grunted as Hayden fucked him, his face moving closer then further away.
My hand slipped between my thighs, toying with myself, as the wetness already gathered there drenched my fingers, thighs, and the bed beneath me.
“Are you wet, sweetness?”
I whimpered in response, and he grunted.
“Show your Daddy how much you like watching him getting his ass pounded. Show us how wet you are.”
Falling forward to hold myself up on all fours, I played with myself, gathering as much wetness as I could before holding it out for them to see.
They groaned, and Hayden came into view as he leaned over, his cheek resting against Declan’s.
“Taste yourself, sweetness. Suck your fingers clean. Imagine it’s my cock and show me what I’m missing.
I whimpered, but did what he said. I bathed my hand with my tongue, then sucked my fingers into my mouth, first one, then another, and finally, a third. My eyes never left the screen, not even when I gagged deep-throating my fingers the way I wanted to be sucking Declan’s cock.
I wanted to feel Hayden’s thrusts as he shoved Declan into my throat.
I wanted their hands on my body.
“You have two hands. Play with yourself. I wanna watch our girl come.”
With them both looking at me, Hayden pounding into Declan, I turned into a shaky, quivering mess. My ragged breaths joined their grunts and moans, as I buried my fingers in my body, moving them in time with how Papi moved in Daddy.
Minutes, or maybe hours passed and my walls vibrated and fluttered around my fingers I moaned, “Oh! I’m close. Papi, I’m so close. Please!”
“Fuck, listen to her beg.”
“Not yet, sweetness, wait for us. Can you do that? Can you wait?”
“Oh. Oh. Oh.” Sobbing and whimpering, I tried to slow down so I could wait for them, but it was useless, especially when Hayden growled, “Jerk yourself off.”
The image of Declan’s hand wrapped around his dick threw me over the edge. Sheer pleasure rushed through me, crashing into me, over and over and over, leaving me a breathless, sweaty mess. I fell to the bed, keeping my eyes on the phone screen.
“Fuck, look at our girl, Papi.”
“Trust me. I see her. She’s exquisite,” Hayden gasped, as he stared at the screen.
It wasn’t possible, not with my phone so far away, but it felt as if our gazes were locked together when he came. His movements were no longer smooth.
A moment later, Declan cried out, “Fuck!” and my gaze slid from Hayden’s face to Declan’s. Ecstasy painted his face, and I wished I was there, their arms around me. I wanted to to suck Declan dry and help Hayden clean himself up.
I wanted them.
I also wanted some more sleep now that they wore me out.
When I caught my breath, I reached for the phone and slid under the covers, pulling them up over me. Their faces disappeared from the camera. The unmistakable sounds of them kissing echoed from the phone’s speaker. Then footsteps walking away.
“Oh, no. Uncover that beautiful body. There won’t be any hiding,” Hayden said, sitting down in front of the tablet again.
I swallowed, but I followed his orders, tossing the blankets off.
“Fuck, colibrí, you’re a vision.”
My face flushed with heat. They were just being nice. I knew what I looked like, but I didn’t say anything.
Declan came back into view over Hayden’s shoulder, his hair a sexy mess and his face flushed still as I’m sure mine still was.
He pulled out a chair and sat next to Hayden. A soft smile grew on his face when Hayden’s hand landed on the back of his neck. I’d seen Doms and Daddies do that before, but I’d never experienced it. Is wondered what it felt like.
“We got sidetracked,” Declan said. “We still need to talk about rules.”
“Umm… okay.”
“First things first… safe words. Do you have one?”
“I just use the colors.”
They nodded, and then Declan said, side-eyeing Hayden, who rolled his eyes and shrugged, “We’ve given you a couple of rules already…”
I nodded, doing my best to suppress a giggle, even though it was really hard. I didn’t want them to think I wasn’t taking things seriously.
“And we’ll get to those in a minute, but first and foremost, you have a job where you travel. As do Hayden and I. If we don’t go to bed together and wake up together, send a text when you wake up and go to bed, so the first and last thing you do is message us. And we’ll do the same.”
“Next,” Hayden said, taking over. “Clothes do not belong in the bed. Ever.”
“What about…” I started only to stop, my face flushing.
Hayden seemed to catch on and said, “If you need clothes at certain times, then yes. But only if and when they’re needed. Declan and I sleep naked. No exceptions.”
Oooh! I like that rule.
“You’re not allowed to say you’re sorry. You apologize for shit that ain’t your fault. It’s not your responsibility to own other people’s shit.”
Ugh.
“Nothing to say, pequena?”
I licked my lips and cleared my throat, “No, but I don’t think I do that.”
“No, or you don’t think you do what?”
“Umm, what?”
“You said you didn’t have anything to say, but then said something. Which is it?”
“Oh. Umm… I don’t think I do that?”
“What’s that?”
I growled, “Apologize.”
“Good girl. Words matter, baby girl. Take it from Daddy and me. Not saying shit that needs to be said can ruin lives. So, when you’re talking, try to remember to label things and not call them an ‘it’ or ‘that.’ Daddy and I are working on communicating better, too.”
“We are?”
Hayden glared at him and said, “Yes. We are. Starting now. I fucking refuse to be miserable or take any more crazy time meds than I already do.”
“Wait, what?”
“New rule. You will take your meds and quit talking badly about yourself. You’re not fucking crazy, you have a goddamn brain injury from falling out of a fucking helicopter.”
“Ummm, guys, what are you talking about?”
Hayden’s eyes slid closed, and he shook his head. “Nothing.”
“Ohh ho! Look who’s already breaking his own rule.”
“I swear to God, vato.”
Hayden stood up, shoving his chair out of the way as he stalked away, much the same way Declan had in the kitchen the day I met them. This thing between us wouldn’t last five seconds if they couldn’t talk things out.
“Papi! Stop! Now!” I yelled, sitting up to prop the phone on a pillow in front of me, my nakedness no longer a worry.
He did. Then he turned. A brow cocked half way up his forehead and his chin tilted. He could spank my bottom when he saw me, if he wanted, but I would have my say.
“You two need to learn to talk to each other. You just said you were working on it, but do better. Work harder. It’s no wonder you spent so long apart.”
“Little girl, you best…”
“No. There is no ‘you best’ in this situation. I’ve never had a relationship before, but even I know that when you’re arguing, you can’t walk away. You either fight or fuck, and when done, you figure it out.”
Four eyes rounded in surprise, their mouths dropping open in twin looks of shock. I replayed what I said and gasped. Both hands smacked over my mouth. I’d never said that word. Not in my whole life.
A clock ticked in the background, breaking the silence that stretched and stretched as I stared at them through the camera.
“That was the most adorable fuck I’ve ever heard,” Hayden said, coming back to sit down.
“I’m so…”
Declan cocked his head. “Think before you speak.”
“Ugh!” I flounced back against the pillows.
“Damn, vato, look at our pretty pussy.”
Scrambling to grab the phone, I flipped myself up on my hands and knees.
“Fuck, and there’s those pretty titties.”
“Oh, my God! Stop!”