Zoe's Blockade (Destiny's Trinities Book 5) by Tracy Cooper-Posey Page B

cried at finally being in his arms, except that it felt so good she had no capacity for anything other than delight.
    He was taller than her. Everyone was taller than her and Cole more than most, yet she fitted against Declan in a way that felt natural. She drew her arms around his neck, holding herself up as he kissed her with a thoroughness that barely made up for all the times she wished he had.
    His hands were against her back, sliding over her hip, moving restlessly. Cole was strong and had muscles to prove it, while Declan was solid in a different way, firm against her body….
    Zoe gasped and stepped back from him, not quite looking down. Her heart was frantic, her nerves screaming.
    Declan, though, did look down at the swollen mass in the front of his jeans. “Well, then. That answers that question.” He was grinning.
    “It answers mine, too,” Cole said. “I thought I would mind, watching you kiss her. Yet I don’t. It feels….”
    “Right,” Zoe finished. “As though that’s the way it should be. It’s as if I’ve kissed you hundreds of time before.”
    Declan nodded. “Comparison check,” he declared. He took the two small steps to reach Cole and kissed him. He didn’t hesitate. Their mouths pressed together and Cole rose to his feet almost as if the kiss was pulling him there. He grabbed Declan’s face and held him steady.
    Declan’s hand settled on Cole’s hip, his fingers tangling with the band of his pajama pants.
    Zoe caught her breath. In her imagination, Declan did not simply let his fingers rest there. She could clearly see him in her mind, pushing the pants down farther, exposing Cole’s hips, his pelvis and the ridge of muscle there, then his cock, which would be upright and throbbing.
    She couldn’t look away. Every erotic thought she had ever had about the pair of them, together or alone, seemed to parade through her thoughts now, making her body vibrate. They looked so good together. They always had. Declan’s wild Celtic looks and Cole’s blond, clean-cut wholesomeness played off each other.
    Declan groaned and pulled his lips away, breathing heavily.
    Cole closed his eyes, just not before Zoe saw tears glittering there. “Just the same,” he said, his voice hoarse.
    Her heart squeezed.
    “Zoe.” Cole held his hand out toward her.
    She took it and he pulled her close, up against the two of them. Almost as if they had done it many times before, both of them put their arms around her, linking them all together.
    They stayed there, until Zoe’s heart eased. It didn’t slow completely, because she was standing with the two of them. The parade of wicked images was playing in her mind, still. Now the thoughts were becoming even more erotic. Just standing here was making her think of possibilities that had not occurred to her before.
    “I think,” Cole said heavily, “we should go somewhere there is a door we can lock between us and the rest of the world.”
    “The bedroom,” Zoe said, just as Declan did.
    * * * * *
    Zoe had stepped into the bedroom thousands of time before. Now, though, the room looked unfamiliar. She stopped a few feet inside the door, looking at the fireplace and the big bed and the tall windows.
    This had been Cole and Declan’s room, too. Only now did she remember that.
    Declan’s hand settled on her shoulder, making her jump. “Stop apologizing,” he whispered in her ear.
    “I didn’t.”
    “In your head, you did.” He moved around her. His eyes were dancing. “I think if you had walked into this room one night when we were both in it, we would have locked the door behind you and thrown away the key. You’re not an intruder, Zoe. You never have been.”
    “She wouldn’t come in here. Not for weeks,” Cole said. “We would sleep on the sofa, downstairs, instead.” He went into the bathroom and shut the door.
    “Did you actually get any sleep?” Declan asked curiously.
    Zoe could feel her cheeks heating again. “Some.”
    Declan’s