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He’d never once thought he’d have a traditional family. With
the years ticking away, seemed as though he wasn’t going to have a family at
all. Probably better off considering his home life growing up. “Not everyone
finds happily ever after.”

“A few years ago I would have agreed with you.” Alex swept
away the mugs, slipping behind the counter for a refill. “You never know what
you’re going to find until you actually put yourself out there and discover
what it is you want. In your case you know what you want but you’re afraid to
go after it.”

“Because it’s not worth it.”

“In whose eyes?”

Dade blinked. “Damn, Conners, she’s done a number on you,
hasn’t she? Turned you into some kind a hopeless romantic who feels the need to
spread his thoughts on love far and wide.”

“Loving Elena was easy. It came as naturally to me as
breathing. Getting her to see it was okay to love me in return was another
matter entirely. I fought for her, Dade. I wanted her that much, loved her that
much, I was willing to not have her at all. As long as she understood how much
she meant to me. You’re not even giving yourself a chance. Not even bothering
to try because it’s easier to dismiss your feelings since you’re so thoroughly
convinced you don’t deserve to be happy. Like you’re happy sabotaging
yourself.”

“Did you guys pass around some kind of memo about me? First
Beth. Now you.” He tossed his hands up in the air. “Like the whole fucking
world knows.”

“I’d bet most of us who are close to you know because we
know you. My guess is that somewhere deep down inside, they know too. You just
need to know yourself.” Alex handed Dade a mug filled with fresh coffee. “I
gotta get back up there and help do the prep work for the lunch rush. You
wanted your ass handed to you some more, give me a call.”

Dade watched Alex slip back into the groove of serving
coffee. Everything Alex had said made sense. He’d told himself most of those
very same things over and over. Falling in love from afar wasn’t a good idea to
begin with, but yet, he’d gone and done it anyway. He’d tried to turn off his
feelings and sever the connection. Mostly because he knew how wrong it was. But
it seemed as though the harder he worked to block the couple out, the more
prevalent they became in his life.

Like moving in with them.

How in the hell had he ever thought the arrangement was a
good idea?

He knew himself, damn it. Knew better than Alex indicated.

He’d watched his parents’ marriage slowly crumble because of
doubts and fears. Of missed opportunities and other priorities. Careers that
had taken precedence. He’d been left to pick up the pieces with his brothers.
And he was determined not to repeat the same mistake. Nor force his fear on
others who deserved better.

The easiest thing to do would be admit he’d made a mistake,
apologize for the inconvenience and move out. He’d live in the dilapidated barn
at the ranch if necessary. Roll out a sleeping bag in one of the stalls and
cuddle up with the barn mice. Sleeping in piles of petrified horseshit sounded
far more appealing than spending one more night at the Fitzgerald’s house.

* * * * *

Genevieve gazed at the stars as she walked up the driveway.
This was one of the things she loved most about living so far away from a major
city. In Boston she would have never been able to see this kind of light
display twinkling overhead.

She side stepped around Tony’s car, noting Dade had pulled
his bike up against the garage door. Probably to protect it from the spring
showers in tomorrow’s forecast. She’d have to mention something to him about
parking his Harley in the garage. Cleaner and easier in there.

That was, if she ever saw him.

Since he’d moved in last week, she hadn’t spent enough time
around the house to even see their guest. She’d stayed tonight to do extra prep
work for the morning shift, so maybe she could make breakfast. Maybe she could
even send an email to the others and see if they wanted to join them. It had
been a while since they’d done a breakfast, choosing instead to gather for
their monthly dinners at her restaurant.

The house was dark as she locked the front door. She glanced
at the kitchen clock as she walked by, noting the time was edging past one.
Both men were probably comfortably settled into bed. As much as she wanted a
shower to wash away the day, she didn’t want to disturb either of them. The
pipes that ran between their rooms knocked loudly, an indication the house
needed major renovations.

One more thing to do on the never-ending to-do list.

Something to think about discussing with Ryan. He was busy
with the reconstruction of the warehouse but maybe he could provide a
recommendation or two. Or maybe the contractor Dade had hired for the overhaul
on his house.

Right now, time for bed.

Both bedroom doors were both closed, something she hadn’t
gotten used to yet. With only her and Tony living there, they’d never had to
shut doors before. A minor adjustment. Nothing she couldn’t handle. The room
was dark as she slipped inside, confirming her thought Tony had long ago called
it a night.

He’d kept texting her lurid messages about what he intended
to do to her. Seems as though she’d found the expiration date on his plan.
Damn. She’d have to find some way to make it up to him.

“I want you out of your clothes.”

The voice in the dark washed over her. The exhaustion of the
day melted away, arousal filling in the gaps. Seemed as though she wouldn’t
have to wait too long or look too far to make up her lateness to her husband.
She felt him touch the hollow of her throat, dancing against her skin. She
swallowed, need for his hands to be on her growing by the second.

“I’ve been thinking about digging our box out of the closet
for a few weeks now. Rediscover the things we’d stuffed in there when we said
we didn’t have time for them anymore.” He dipped his fingers under the neck of
her shirt, brushing against her skin. “I’m calling an end to that. Because now
we’re going to make the time.” Desire and heat filled her as he slowly
unbuttoned her black pinstriped chef’s jacket. “No matter how tired we are. No
matter how many comic books I’ve sold and how many chicken breasts you’ve stuffed.
I want to be the one filling you at night. Every night. Every morning.”

He tucked her jacket under his arm, slipping her shirt up
and over her head. Her durable black trousers were next, her sensible white
cotton bra and panties dropping to the top of the pile. To her surprise he
didn’t touch the expanse of flesh he’d exposed. Instead he replaced her jacket,
securing each button as carefully as he’d unfastened it.

Her eyes had finally adjusted to the dark and found his gaze
intent on hers. He played with the pearl buttons holding the coat closed. Her
heart raced as he leaned closer, his breath hot against her ear. “I thought
about this the other night. Leaving your uniform on after you came home.
Bending you over the bed. Clutching the ends of this perfectly ironed fabric in
my fists while I slid into the heat of your cunt. Your nipples sliding against
the inside each time I drive into you, exciting you even more. Your whimpers
and pleas filling the room. At least for a few minutes.”

“Dare I ask why only a
few
?”

His green eyes flashed hot and mischievous. “I seem to
recall someone used to have a fondness for being gagged.”

Her mouth went dry, goose pimples erupting on her arms. She
could already feel the straps of the ball gag against her cheeks, the ache in
her lips as she stretched to accommodate its size. She’d forgotten how much she
used to enjoy the little sphere of rubber they’d once used so frequently.

Pleasure trailed up her spine as Tony’s soft growl of
approval sounded through the bedroom. “I see that fondness is still true. Good.
But I think we’ll save the gag for another night. No need to rush through
everything at once.” There was something to be said for savoring. And Tony did
have a knack for drawing out pleasure.

His hair brushed her lips as he skimmed his teeth over the
hardening nub of her nipple through the heavy fabric. She pushed her fingers
through his hair, holding on as he sucked both her and the fabric into his
eager mouth. Desire curled through her belly as he used his tongue to heighten
her pleasure.

Each pull of suction seemed to form a direct line straight
to her pussy. Pleasure bloomed and flourished with each masterful pull. Her
voice whispered into the dark, an invitation for him to continue for as long as
he liked. As he feasted on her, he turned them slowly, guiding her to the bed.
When the back of her knees contacted with the mattress, she started to sit but
he held her in place. Breaking his contact with her breast, he lifted her onto
the mattress, joining her as he pulled her body against his.

He claimed her mouth again as he stood, their combined
weight causing the mattress to give. The springs squeaked as he stepped toward
the wide bookcase headboard. The wood warmed under her bare ass as he placed
her on top of it, her back against the wall.

“I’m going to fuck you. Right here and right now.” He cupped
her thighs, curling his fingers under her ass as he lifted her legs to slide
between them. The heat of her pussy pressed against his skin. “Right against
this wall.”

As arousal did a slow circuit of her system one thought came
to mind. “We have a houseguest now. One who is directly on the other side of
this wall.”

“So?”

Her eyes flared wide as Tony fit his cock against her
entrance. “He’ll hear us.”

“What’s wrong,
a rún mo chroí
?” Tony leaned closer,
driving into her with such inexorable slowness, her eyes fluttered closed as he
branded her as his sweetheart in Gaelic. “Worried you aren’t the only one who
will get off tonight?”

Dade folded his hands behind his head, sighing heavily as he
stared off in the dark. Since he’d moved into the Fitzgerald’s house, sleep had
become his enemy. He’d lied to Tony this morning when he’d complained about the
bed. The firmness of the mattress was perfect. The whole room was perfect, in
fact.

Scarily so.

Far more than that sleeping bag he planned to roll out over
the hay.

How exactly he thought this whole arrangement of living at
the Fitzgerald house had been good idea still eluded him. He also wasn’t used
to living inside the town limits. The few years he’d been out by himself had
made him used to solitude. Of coming and going when he pleased. Of walking
around his house buck-ass naked if the mood struck. Not as though wearing the
pants Mal had given him for his last birthday was much heartbreak. At least
here they were getting some use.

He was still firm on his decision to move out. But Tony had
been nowhere to be found by the time Dade made it back to the house. Genevieve
was still at the restaurant, so there hadn’t been anyone to tell about his
choice. Maybe he could catch them both in the morning. If he managed to fall
asleep anytime soon, that was.

Shifting the sheet higher around his waist, he closed his
eyes and willed sleep to find him. A few minutes later a soft squeak, faint even
through the quiet, caused his eyes to pop open. He sat up, scrubbing his hands
over his face. Maybe he’d just imagined it. He was used to dead silence out at
his house. Closer to town there were sounds he wasn’t used to dealing with. A
low hum he wasn’t accustomed to. Glancing over at the alarm clock, he saw it
was nearly half past one.

A muffled laugh emitted through the wall and recognizing it
as Genevieve’s soft voice, Dade rolled his eyes. Not imagined and not the
sounds of Tony and Genevieve settling down for the night. In fact it sounded
like they were just revving up. At least someone was getting a piece.

Fuck it all to damnation and ruin, he really missed his
solitude.

He curled on his side, staring at the wall as he pulled the
thin sheet up to his chest. It wasn’t as if he couldn’t ignore the sound now
that he’d heard them. Now he heard every bed spring squeak, every gasp and
every moan.

Every whispered…
whatever
.

Not that he expected them to hide or stop their love life
because they had a houseguest. And he’d be the first to admit sex without some
noise was pretty damn boring. But, Christ, couldn’t they have a
little
restraint? Dade flopped on his back, trying his hardest to ignore the fact his
cock had started to come to life. Stupid thing had a mind of its own.
Especially since he’d come here.

A deep moan permeated the room.

Tony.

Sounded as though he was enjoying the hell out of himself
too.

This just gets better and better.

Giving up, he pushed off the bed, tugging at the waistband
of his sleep pants. They fell around his ankles and as he stepped out of them
he wrapped his hand around the base of his cock. As he approached the wall, he
squeezed the shaft but the pain of the pressure did nothing to deter him.

In fact it just spurred him to continue.

He would never get any sort of sleep as long as he was this
aroused. He slid his fist up, closing his eyes and released a satisfied breath.
Damn, that feels good.
Better than it should have.

A louder groan emitted through the wall and Dade’s fist
pumped a few times in quick succession. His hand was a poor substitute for the
pussy Tony was getting but Dade was a pro at making the best of the situation.

And right now it was just him and Rosie.

He skimmed his thumb over his cock head, swiping the drop of
pre-cum beaded at the tip. He spread it, coating his shaft to use the fluid for
lubrication. Just the right amount of friction. The slick slide of his flesh
together caused him to groan.

He pushed his other hand against the wall, using it for balance
as he widened his stance. His knees shook from the tension building in his
body. Arousal streaked through his veins as he listened to his housemates
fucking.

A sharp crack suddenly split the air and was quickly
followed by a deep, passion-filled moan from Genevieve.

Oh God, Tony was spanking her.

As surprised, and delighted, as Dade was to hear Tony
favored such things, his arousal was pumping too fast and furious through his
veins to give it much thought. Maybe they just like to spice things up
occasionally. Add a little kink into their sex life to keep away the boredom. A
little bedroom play was so far removed from the kind of power exchange Dade
preferred.

A clear command sounded through the wall.

Yeah, this is way more than just a little kink for them.

Dade leaned forward, pressing his forehead against the wall.
Knowing the possibility of D/s existed for the couple just made them all the
more attractive and deepened his interest further.

Damn it.

He was supposed to be talking himself out of his interest in
the couple. Making plans to move out of their house as early as tomorrow.
Instead here he stood manhandling himself. And damn if it didn’t feel fucking
fantastic.

The strokes increased as he imagined Genevieve on her knees,
Tony behind her, his hand contacting sharply with the succulent curve of her
high, tight ass. Another cry split the night followed by Tony’s muted voice. A
demand? A plea? Genevieve murmured something in response and gave another lust-filled
moan when Tony’s hand connected with her skin.

Maybe she was begging?

He’d heard murmurings she was submissive. Given the fact
Tony was obviously dominant seemed to fit those rumblings. For fuck’s sake,
could this couple possibly be any more attractive?

He imagined what the beautiful ass of hers looked like with
a handprint glowing bright red against her pale skin. What his wide handprint
would look like on Tony’s ass. Images formed in his mind, gaining momentum
faster and faster. The erotic imagery fueled Dade, almost egging on him with
what lay on the other side of the thin wood wall.

Tension coiled through him, hot and ready to strike at a
moment’s notice. He was ready to burst, but not yet.

Too soon.

Too unsatisfying.

And Dade Ellingson was all about getting satisfaction.

Genevieve’s voice sounded in a low groan, the tone changing
toward the end as it faded. Judging by the low sound of steady movement coming
through the wall, Dade knew Tony was fucking her in earnest. The image of Tony
standing over her, plunging inside her wet heat while his hands gripped her
hips in order to hold her in place caused Dade to shudder.

Ah, god, why was he punishing himself?

His strokes quickened and he fucked his hand as he listened
to Tony’s pace increase. Genevieve’s cries grew louder, her words a melodic
cadence as she started to beg Tony to fuck her harder. Finish her off. Make her
come. It all ran together into unintelligible sentences. Dade loved it when
someone wasn’t afraid to use their voice to tell a partner exactly what they
wanted.

Hearing a subbie beg was one of the most decadent sounds in
the world.

Tony’s deep laugh reverberated through Dade, touching off
new fires as he listened to the man teach Genevieve about denial. Dade could
almost smell the scent of their sweat. See it dripping slowly down the line of Tony’s
spine as he worked slowly, driving in and out of Genevieve’s cunt with measured
strokes.

Drawing out their pleasure. Lifting her up then letting her
slowly drift down in a slow decent only to repeat the process. Muscles moved
and bunched, the rhythm hypnotic. Taunting. Teasing.

Pleading.

He matched their pace, listening as the bedsprings continued
to squeak. As the pace increased, so did Dade.

Genevieve gave a high-pitched scream that shifted to a long,
drawn-out moan broken by Tony’s unrelenting thrusts. Metal scraped against wood
as the bed rocked from the force of their lovemaking.

Tony growled deep and loud, their sounds of release merging
as one to course hot through Dade’s body with surprising force. His voice
joined the symphony as his climax punched hard and vicious through him.

He came with a loud shout, his fingers digging into the wood
paneling to leave small half-moon imprints as the orgasm ripped from him. His
hand slowed as his legs began to shake. His entire body jerked a few times from
the aftershocks radiating from his dick.

His throat ached from the fast staccato breaths. From the
near-roars he’d bitten back. He pushed away from the wall, swaying a moment
before regaining his bearings. Staggering on weak legs, he collapsed on the
bed, exhausted and spent.

Had they heard him?

Probably too busy with themselves to care.

He shrugged, curling up on his side in bed again and
dismissing the fact he’d been louder than intended. Had lost control more than
he liked because of the power of the moment. What he couldn’t dismiss was the
fact it hadn’t just been Genevieve’s ass he’d thought about when he’d come.
Tony’s ass was right there beside hers.

So much for keeping his distance.

And for moving out.

* * * * *

Tony rubbed his hands over his face as the scent of coffee
woke him. Blinking a few times, he found Genevieve standing beside the bed
holding two mugs of coffee. She gestured toward him with a cup imprinted with a
cartoonish image of Iron Man rifling through a box of comics and the phrase “I
have plenty of issues” scrawled across the top.

“Morning, sleepyhead.”

Sitting up, he pulled the sheets around his waist.
“Morning.” He took the offered cup, wrapped his hands around the ceramic and
breathed deeply. “Smells wonderful. As always.” She’d always had a touch with
the coffee he never seemed to be able to duplicate. Maybe Patrick or Alex had
taught her. Whoever had was a genius with the beans.

Genevieve sat onto the bed, facing him while she drank from
her cup. She’d slipped into her favorite oversized sleep shirt, a white cotton
shirt with “Food Porn” blazed across the front in faded red letters. Her hair was
tousled from sleep but her eyes were bright as though she’d slept a full eight
hours. Sometimes he was jealous of her ability to function on so little sleep.

More alert thanks to the coffee, Tony glanced at the bedside
clock. “It’s after five. You’re not at the restaurant?”

“Elena’s baby shower is today.”

Tony winced. Even with all his organization, he’d forgotten.
“That’s right.”

“I figured it slipped your mind. That’s why I came home so
late. Well, later than usual. I prepped all the pastries so all the morning
crew needed to do was pop the pans in the oven and then deliver them to Perfect
Shot.”

“You’ve already called to check on them, haven’t you?”
Genevieve held up two fingers as she drank. “Figured as much.” Tony leaned
forward and kissed the tip of her nose. “Control freak.”

Her eyebrows lifted as she lifted the hem of her shirt. A
few dark spots marked her skin from where he’d held on to her hips. “Look who’s
talking.”

Tony spread his hand against her flesh, feeling the
comforting heat against his palm. She smiled at him over the rim of her mug.
Arousal he hadn’t burned off a few hours ago flared to life. Maybe he could put
a few more marks on her before she left for the shower. Struck with inspiration
he set his mug on the nightstand. As he reached for her, she jumped off the bed
and out of his reach.

“Hey. How am I supposed to molest you from across the room?”
He threw back the covers and slid off the bed.

“My, my, someone is certainly happy to see me.” She tapped
the tip of his erect cock and smiled as she then pointed to the open bedroom
door. “Our houseguest is awake. I don’t think he’d appreciate the view of your
ass as he’s going to take a shower. How about some fuel instead? I’ve got
breakfast all ready for you two.” She sidestepped him, grabbed his mug and
vanished before he had a chance to insist they could simply shut the door.

She sure hadn’t minded the fact they had a houseguest last
night.

In fact he had thought she’d like the idea they were loud
enough to be heard.

He pulled on a pair of rumpled shorts and followed her into
the kitchen, where she presented him with fresh coffee. He set the mug on the
counter, uninterested. “Thank you. But I wasn’t done. Screw the fact we have a
houseguest. I want to screw my wife.”

He set her coffee on the counter beside his and then cupped
her jaw as he tilted her face toward his. The first brush of his mouth against
hers was electric. As though they hadn’t just spent the past few hours trying
to burn away their desire for each other. The throbbing at the base of his cock
fascinated him. He hadn’t been this ready to go at a moment’s notice in a long
time. Hadn’t felt this strong of a pull toward her in a long time either.

He felt a twinge of guilt at the fact. As much as he loved
and adored Genevieve he suspected she wasn’t the only cause for this sudden
wave of insatiability. The idea of Dade walking in on them when they were
having sex excited him.

The fridge closed with a loud thud.

Dade had joined them in a kitchen.

Tony pulled away. “We’ll finish that later.” He grabbed a
plate Genevieve had piled high with fluffy scrambled eggs and made his way to
the small table in the breakfast nook. “Morning, Dade.”

Dade grunted in response as he poured coffee.

Genevieve set three empty plates on the table, returning to
the stove to shoo Dade to the table despite his protests he wasn’t hungry. “I
made enough for an army. Might as well eat it instead of shunning breakfast
altogether as I know you tend to do.”

Dade grunted again, scowling as he came over to the breakfast
nook.