Page 168 of What We Burn

I laugh against her mouth.

She bites my lower lip.

“Pay attention, Micah.”

“Yes, baby girl.”

Her hands drop between us and open my jeans. I lift my hips while she pulls me free, then hook my fingers into the side of her panties and drag them aside.

She’s already wet.

I slide two fingers through her and she shudders, forehead dropping to mine.

“Tell me if you need slow, baby girl.”

“I don’t.”

I grip her hips. She rises just enough to position me, then sinks down.

We both groan.

Her body takes me in one slow, tight pull, her knees braced on either side of the chair. For a few seconds, she doesn’t move. She just sits with me buried inside her, breathing against my mouth.

Then Knox steps up behind her.

His hands slide beneath the shirt and close over her breasts. Sage arches into him, rolling her hips against me. The movement drags a curse out of my throat.

“That’s it, Fury,” Knox murmurs against her ear. “Take what you want.”

She does.

She rides me hard, one hand gripping my shoulder while the other reaches back for Knox. He catches her wrist and holds it against his chest. His other hand travels down her stomach, stopping just above where our bodies meet.

Milo appears at my side.

“Can I?” he asks her.

Sage grabs his hand and puts it where she wants it.

His fingers find her clit.

Her whole body jerks around me.

“Fuck.”

“Look at the way you take Micah’s dick, kitten,” Milo says, his voice rough. “So fucking wet and silky.”

“Slower,” Holden says.

Milo glances over his shoulder.

Holden stands directly behind him, close enough that Milo’s head would touch his stomach if he leaned back. His eyes are on Milo’s hand between Sage’s thighs.

“She’s close,” Holden says. “Don’t rush her past it.”

For once, Milo doesn’t make a joke.

He slows. His eyes stay on Holden’s for one charged second before dropping back to Sage.