39. Hayden
39
HAYDEN
“W here are we going?” Marcie asked, but I ignored her.
If she wanted us to be discreet, I needed to get us behind a closed door.
Now!
At what I assumed was the bedroom, Declan paused, and I lost grip on the last of my patience. My mouth slanted over his, my hands ripping his pearl-button denim shirt open. The light smattering of hair covering his toned, muscular chest made my mouth water.
Marcie’s sudden intake of air drowned out the sound of the snaps giving way. I yanked the belt from the loops, the thwop pulled another ultra sexy sound from her. The sound zipped through my body straight to my cock.
Opening his pants, I pulled out his dick and dropped to my knees. Declan’s hands pulled at my t-shirt, peeling it off me. My eyes met his when the fabric cleared as I swallowed him, sucking and licking until his semi soft cock turned hard as a steel rod and nudged the back of my throat.
Declan’s hands threaded into my hair, loosening it from the bun I had pulled it back in. The rubber snapped loudly, joining the heavy breathing of the three of us.
“Fuck, Papi. Your mouth feels so fucking good.”
Declan glanced toward our girl and said, “I think you broke her.”
I let go of his dick with a pop, and rose to my feet next to him. “Not yet, I haven’t,” I said, my eyes tracing her body from top to bottom and back, then added, “but I won’t mind giving it a go.”
She gasped, her gaze flicking from his cock to my face, back to his dick. I followed her gaze to see Declan stroking his dick. Precum bubbled from the tip made a wet, slurpy snick-snick sound, pulling a deep, guttural growl from my belly.
“You know the rules, vato. When we’re together, that dick’s mine, and I didn’t give you permission to play with it.”
He groaned, but the sound of him jacking his shaft fell away, and I turned my attention back to our girl. I pushed a hand into Marcie’s long caramel colored locks. Fisting her hair, I forcing her head back onto her shoulders. Her neck stretched out before us, her breasts heaving as she panted.
“Look at how beautiful she is, carino. Her cheeks are pink with arousal. Her tits bouncing along with her racing pulse. That beautiful pouty mouth is wet and ready for us to put to use.”
“Oh, I see her, Papi. Trust me.”
“Do you want us, colibrí?”
“Yes!”
Her eyes widened as if she was surprised by her response. I looked at Declan.
“Pick those clothes up and grab the lube.”
Declan moved to tuck his dick back into his pants and I growled, “Touch it again and you won’t cum today.”
He paused, his jaw clenched, the muscles popping and jumping as he fought the urge of submission he had to be craving as much as I was.
“And vato? I’ve not asked you this in a while, but do you remember your safe words?”
He stared for several more seconds until he nodded, saying, “Green, yellow, orange, red.”
“Do I need to ask what they mean?”
“No. You’re the only one I’ve ever used them with, and they mean the same now as they always have,” he said, turning to do my bidding.
I pulled our little hummingbird closer and wrapped my free arm around her waist as I lifted her. Her eyes widened comically as she twined her legs around my waist with a soft eep. I groaned as her warm core settled against my bare stomach.
“I’m too heavy.”
I tried not to growl at her, but I couldn’t help it. “Colibrí, if that’s an insinuation that your body’s not perfect, then I suggest you bite your tongue. If I can manhandle Declan, I’ll have no problem tossing you around the bedroom.”
Reaching under her dress, I ripped her panties from her, bunching them up in my hand. A tremor rolled through her, and the smell of her pussy reached my nose. I needed more, though. I brought the damp fabric to my nose, inhaling deeply.
God, I wanted to taste her. Needed to.
But I refused. Not until Declan and I were both touching her.
For some reason, I wanted my first time with her to be our first time with her. If this went where I wanted it to go, we’d have four relationships to navigate. And in my mind, before my individual relationship with her could progress any further, I needed to nurture the one between the triad.
“Are you needy, hermosa ?”
“Yes, Papi.”
A door opened in the distance, and I spun on my heel. Declan stood in the bedroom doorway, waiting for us. I ushered him in before Marcie and me, hoping to miss whoever was heading this way. I was shit out of luck though, because Heidi came around the corner.
The look on her face pissed me off. Declan could deal with it later. It came from a good place, but his family and Lucia had played with our relationship enough. I wouldn’t have it happening in the future. They got what they wanted. They forced our hand, and Declan and I had figured our shit out. With Marcie now tangled up in the mess that was our relationship, we didn’t need or want any outside interference.
Stepping into the room, I pushed the door closed with my foot, flipping the lock. With Marcie still clinging to me like a koala, I pulled Declan to us. My lips found his again, and I said, “Strip, vato.”
He didn’t waste any time. His shoes, socks, and pants disappeared. “Now, get over here.”
He came forward, and I wrapped my hand around his throat, pulling him close. I took his mouth, plunging my tongue into his depths, massaging his tongue with mine.
Marcie’s mouth latched onto my neck, kissing and sucking.
“Our girl’s needy, carino.”
“Is Papi right, sweetness? Do you need us?”
A high-pitched whine pierced the air. As much as I wanted to toss her on the bed and sink into the pussy soaking the waistband of my pants, I needed to make sure she knew, and wanted, what and who she was signing up for.
I pushed her into Declan’s arms and stripped before taking her back. I sat her on the end of the bed that I had every intention of sharing with the two of them for as long as we were here. I knelt in front of her. Her hands and eyes found my chest. Long fingers traced the designs of the tattoo inked into my skin over the ridges and valleys I’d fought to get back after the accident.
“Marcie, look at me.”
No reaction other than a small gulp.
I gathered her tiny hands in one of mine and lifted her chin with the other. “Little girl, when I tell you to do something, you do it. Understand?”
Her eyes went wide, and she nodded.
“Words are required when I ask questions.”
“Yes. Yes, sir.”
Her submission, unlike Declan’s, came to her easily. She didn’t fight it like he did. I loved both. Easy submission was a balm to my battered soul, but the hard-won control Declan gave me put me on top of the world and made me feel like a king.
“Declan and I are married. You’re well aware of that.”
“Yes, sir.”
“I’m his Papi. You know that, too.”
“You’re his daddy and he’s mine.”
I smiled at her and nodded, glancing back at Declan when he cleared his throat. “Vato,” I warned.
Unfazed, he said, “That rule goes both ways.”
My eyes trailed down his face to his arms crossed over his chest to the cock I couldn’t decide if I wanted in my mouth or hers. Or in my ass. Or her pussy.
All the above was the only answer.
I looked up at Declan’s face when I answered her. “Yes. That means I’m his daddy and he’s yours, but he’s also my defiant submissive brat, same as you.”
“I’m not a brat!” she pouted, and I laughed. She was so a brat. But that was okay. Brat tamer was quickly becoming a role I loved.
Declan knelt next to me, his gaze on the girl before us. I followed his gaze to find her chewing that plump bottom lip I wanted to suck and nibble and see wrapped around our cocks. Declan cupped her face, his thumb tugging the tender flesh free.
“What has you worried, sweetness?”
“What… umm…. What am I doing here?”
“Because there are things I can’t give Hayden.”
“And things I can’t give Declan,” I clarified.
Declan’s gaze met mine as electricity surged between us. We loved each other. I’d never once doubted that. We had so much shit to figure out still. I’d had enough of denying myself and punishing him for lying and hiding who and what he was. All it had done was make us both miserable assholes who fell into dangerous coping mechanisms.
I brushed his cheek with my thumb and said to her, “We’ve told you, we think you could be what makes our two mismatched puzzle pieces fit together.”
“But…” Declan began his boring into mine. “We want you to know what you’re getting into.”
“Yes,” I murmured and turned back to her.
“From almost the beginning, we’ve known we’d needed a third to make our marriage work. I’m a possessive asshole and sharing Declan with another man would never work.”
“Same.” The word became garbled by the growl that accompanied it.
“But we let something tear us apart before we could pursue adding someone to our dynamic. We spent three long, lonely years yearning for each other.”
She nodded. We’d mentioned all this in passing, but I needed her to hear it all at once before she agreed to enter further into our relationship. So, I knelt before her, I flayed myself and my marriage open for her inspection and judgment. Because I couldn’t do anything with her, without Declan and without her knowing all the details, because if I did and she turned us down, I’d feel like I cheated on my husband. And that was something I’d never do.
Declan smiled at me, and we turned to look at Marcie together.
“So, the ball’s in your court, colibrí. Think you can handle two possessive alpha males who want to own you and your orgasms body and soul, but who also want you to take the biggest leap of faith ever and dive into a relationship, a real one, not just a Daddy kinky one, either, but a real relationship we could build on for years?”