Trouble : Boston Bolts Hockey

Track 8

FETISH

I’m practically vibrating as we approach the station. Tamping down the excitement around the guys is going to be a challenge. Being summoned by Declan like this? It lights up all my nerve endings.

As it turns out, I don’t have to swallow back my glee and play it cool around the guys, because the garage bay is quiet, and one truck is gone.

“They go to a fire?” Cade asks as he scans the open space and the second truck that’s polished to perfection.

Disappointment clangs loudly in my chest at the possibility that there was an emergency and Declan isn’t even here.

At the sound of a throat clearing above us, I snap my head back. Instantly, I break out in goose bumps. Outside the wall of windows on one side of his office, Declan is standing, watching. He looks like an imposing god, gripping the metal frame tightly, his eyes a storm of emotions so violent they’re palpable even from here.

“Where is everyone?” Cade breaks the silence.

Thank god. I can barely get air past the lump in my throat, let alone speak.

Tension settles around us. Reality circles. My world tilts on its axis again. The universe is changing, shifting for a second time.

“Christmas festival.” The low rumble of words both soothes my nerves and stokes the fire burning within me. “Come on up.”

Clutching my hand, Cade eyes me and gives it a squeeze. This is it. I can feel the change in the air. Can he? Are we ready for this?

Yes. There’s no question. I want to have both of these men. Together. Separately. Any way they’ll allow me into their lives. But this moment is so much bigger for the two of them. Their lifelong friendship is on the line here. The longing on Cade’s face is all the evidence needed to know that he wants this. He wants his best friend. But he’s afraid. I wish I could tell him that his heart is safe in Declan’s hands, but I’m not sure that’s true. And I’m not sure mine is safe either.

What’s certain is that I’d break my own heart for a chance to experience this with them. For a chance at the alchemy that exists between the three of us. And it’s clear Cade feels the same way.

It’s worth it.

It has to be.

Without a doubt, I believe Declan wants it too. And if he’s calling us here, I have to assume he thinks he’s ready. Damn, do I hope that’s the case.

When we reach the stairs, I release Cade’s hand and hold the railing. Cade stays close, his proximity keeping me moving forward. At the top, he settles his palm on the small of my back, comforting me again. Declan disappears into his office, and once again Cade and I glance at one another. His expression is as uncertain as mine, but after only a moment of hesitation, we move.

I suck in a rough breath as I step inside the office and find Declan seated behind his desk, his expression unreadable. I stop short, waiting for a signal as to how he wants this to play out. If giving him control will help him feel more comfortable, then I’ll gladly give it all to him.

Not surprisingly, Cade acts unfazed. Stepping up beside me, he lifts his chin. “All the guys went to the festival?”

Declan nods once. “Dispatch is covering the phones. I told the crew I’d join them in a few hours.”

We’re all silent, watching one another, waiting for someone to speak up or make a move.

Declan is the first to break. He snags a paperback from a drawer and tosses it on the desk, face down, with a loud thwack. I don’t need to ask the title. It’s the book I picked for next month’s book club. Although I’ll be reading mine on my Kindle app, Shawn already brought a few copies to the station because some of the guys prefer reading physical books.

“You picked this.” It’s not a question.

My eyes travel from the book on his desk, up his thick chest covered by a simple black shirt, to his neck. As I take him in, he swallows thickly, his Adam’s apple working. His face is covered in dark scruff even though he shaved this morning. His strong jaw is hardened, the angles aggressive despite how soft he is for me. Those brown eyes are practically black, the storm inside him a physical presence.

Shoulders pulled back and chin raised, I smile. “Yes.”

“Is there a reason you picked this one in particular?”

Oh god. His tone is a little mean and a whole lot cold, but it sends a thrill through me.

He’s goading me. He wants me to admit to my fantasy. Little does he know that I’m not the least bit ashamed to admit I want both him and his best friend.

“Because the idea of the two of you fucking me makes me want to strip my clothes off right here.”

Beside me, Cade mutters a quiet “fuck.”

I glance at him, offering him a grin, my heart rate taking off at the fire ignited in his eyes.

“And that’s what you want?” Declan asks the grinning man next to me.

Cade takes a single step forward. “Fuck yeah.”

“Lock the door,” Declan grits out. “And shut the shades.”

The whimper that slips up my throat can’t be stopped.

“And you—” Declan’s tone is deep, his eyes eating up every inch of me. “Do you remember your colors?”

I nod jerkily, heat pooling in my core.

The sound of the shades sliding shut behind me is like a starting bell.

“I want to watch you undress her.” Declan relaxes back in his chair, his arms behind his head, as if he’s unaffected.

I, on the other hand, am so keyed up I can barely catch my breath.

Cade steps up behind me and gently brushes my hair off one shoulder, then presses his lips to my neck, sending goose bumps skittering down my arms. “You ready for this, Trouble?”

“Yes.” It’s a whimpering breath of a word.

I keep my attention fixed on Declan as Cade slips his hands beneath my sweater. He fondles my breasts, squeezing each one, then follows Declan’s order.

“Bra too,” Declan says, his voice thicker now. I can only imagine how hard he is beneath his pants.

Cade unhooks my bra, and I relax my arms, letting it fall to the floor. Then he’s pulling at my pants, sliding them down my legs, and removing my shoes. Crouched in front of me, he lifts his head, his expression hungry, and rakes his gaze over me, before licking his lips.

The attention makes my core pulse in anticipation. I want his lips on me. His tongue. His fingers⁠—

“Bring her to me.”

Apparently, Declan has other plans.

It wouldn’t surprise me if Cade ignored the order and dove in. Instead, he doesn’t so much as flinch at Declan’s command. He lifts me into his arms, wrapping my legs around his waist. With his hands settled beneath my ass, he crosses the room and gently lowers me to the desk.

For a moment, no one speaks. No one moves. Cade and I are both transfixed, waiting for Declan’s next directive.

“Fuck, Melina. I’ve been thinking about eating you on my desk since the first time you visited me in here.”

Heart stumbling, I suck in a breath. “Me too.”

“Spread those beautiful legs for me, sweetheart. Let me see how pretty you are when you’re wet for both of us.”

Without a single ounce of modesty, I swing my legs wide. Both men have licked me, fucked me, and watched one another pleasure me.

Finally, finally, if I’m lucky, I’ll get them both at the same time.

Declan leans in close and slides his thumb between my lips. “Look at that,” he says to Cade. “Look how fucking wet she is.”

Cade steps closer, right into Declan’s space, and leans down until they’re shoulder to shoulder. “Bet ya she tastes really sweet right now.”© 2024 Nôv/el/Dram/a.Org.

“Why don’t you test it for me?” Declan suggests, his voice wavering just a little.

The little slip makes my stomach flip. Despite the stern tone and stoic expression, he’s nervous. Just like I am. Just like Cade.

He holds me open and shifts to one side. At the same time, Cade presses a hand to my thigh and angles in. With a groan, he licks me from my opening to my clit, brushing Declan’s thumb along the way. Declan’s responding hiss has me gushing, and when Cade turns, tongue still touching me, and holds Declan’s gaze, my core pulses.

Cade laps at my clit, grazing Declan’s thumb again.

Grunting, Declan adjusts himself and gives his length a tight squeeze through his pants. “Again,” he rasps.

This time Cade sucks my clit into his mouth, taking Declan’s thumb with it, and when Declan hisses even louder, I’m certain I’ll combust.

“Your turn,” Cade says, pulling back.

Without hesitation, Declan clutches my thighs and brings me to the edge of his desk. Then, with his head between my thighs, he eats me like he’s trying to lick Cade’s taste from me.

“Holy fuck,” I cry, slapping my hands to the cool, smooth surface of the desk.

Declan glares up from between my thighs. “She needs something to shut her up, or the dispatchers will think we’ve got an emergency up here.”

With a lick of his lips, Cade straightens and undoes his belt with a flourish. He pulls his hard cock out in one quick motion, then rounds the desk. “Lean back, Trouble. We need you quiet.”

Chest heaving, I ease back and smile up at him.

He rolls the head along my lips and chuckles. “I think she planned it this way. You’re absolutely dying for my cock, aren’t you?”

Pussy pulsing, I glide my tongue over his head, relishing the salty taste of his arousal.

He slides himself past my lips and boldly fucks my mouth without waiting for me to ready myself. Moaning, I suck him hard. Fuck, I love the way he fills me.

“Green?” Declan asks.

Without stopping my work, I nod.

“I think she needs two cocks.” Grunting, Cade thrusts to the back of my throat.

Declan chuckles, his warm breath tickling me. “She gushed the second you said that. I think you’re right.”

He presses the softest of kisses against my clit and exhales, his breath ghosting over my overly sensitive skin.

I give Cade a deep suck, and above me, his jaw goes slack.

“Yes, Trouble, just like that. This fucking mouth. It’s perfect.” Slipping a hand beneath my head, he fists my hair. “Are you ready for both of us?”

I nod eagerly, taking in shallow breaths through my nose.

Cade looks up. Though he doesn’t stop moving, he’s now focused on Declan as he undresses. His expression is painted with desire. Cheeks flushed, lips parted, eyes blazing.

Spine tingling, I drink him in. If I could, I’d make it happen for him. I’d wrap Declan up and hand him over.

As much as I want them for myself, I want them to have one another even more. As devastatingly hot as I know it’ll be to have them both at the same time, I won’t be satisfied until they fuck one another just as hard as they fuck me.

That thought alone has me pulsing around nothing, desperate to be filled.

“Still green?” Declan asks softly. Slotted between my legs and hovering above me, he lowers until his head is bent low so that he can make eye contact with me.

In this position, his face is incredibly close to Cade’s cock. Cade has stopped all movement, waiting for what comes next, panting above me.

I roll my tongue beneath his shaft and pull back slightly, letting him slip from between my lips. As his length bobs between us, Declan sucks in a heady breath.

“Still green,” I say.

Though he asked the question, he’s no longer focused on me. Instead, he’s distracted by Cade. A frisson of elation courses through me as I take them both in. “Color, Declan?”

Blinking, he forces his attention back to me. “Green, sweetheart. When I’m with you, it’s always green.”

My chest swells in the best way. This man, from what I can tell, lives his life in yellow, perpetually prepared to be hurt and so cautious he forgets to move forward. Yet with me, he’s comfortable enough to relax.

The feeling is mutual. When we’re together, my worries fade.

It’s incredible, knowing I have the ability to bring him this level of comfort.

Some people wield that power, knowing the opposite is just as true. If they can bring someone comfort, then they also have the power to hurt that person. Jason lived for that.

None of us in this room are like that. It’s what allows me to do this. To be this open with not just one, but two people.

“And you?” I tip my head back and peer up at Cade.

His smile is easy. “I live in the green, Trouble.”

“Great. Since we’re all on the same page,” I say with a long breath in and back out. “I want you both to fuck me, knowing that I also live in the green. In fact…” I eye Declan. “I dare you to try to get me to say yellow.”

He chuffs, his eyes glittering with amusement. I’ll take the reaction, though I long for a real laugh. A deep belly laugh and a wide smile. One that makes lines form on his face. I want to witness the way each one settles into his skin over the years.

I want him.

And I want his best friend.

With a smile up at Cade, I lick my lips and use a hand to guide him back into my mouth.

When Declan leans closer, his hand pulling me apart as he pushes into me slowly, I arch my back and moan around his best friend’s dick.

In sync, they thrust slowly, causing tension to build in my core. With my head tipped back to take Cade’s length, I can’t see them, but I can imagine the way they’re watching one another. How they communicate silently to time their thrusts, working together to please me. The desire swirling in this room is more intense than I’ve ever experienced. And when Cade angles over me, his dick slipping farther down my throat, and runs his fingers against my clit, the man inside me swells.

Fuck. Did Cade just stroke Declan’s dick?

The mental image sends me diving off the cliff into what I’m certain is the first orgasm of many tonight.