Page 169 of What We Burn

Then Sage rocks down on me and everything narrows to heat.

“Micah.” Her fingers tighten in my hair. “Kiss me.”

I take her mouth.

Eli’s hand settles at the back of my neck.

I open my eyes.

He’s standing beside us, his gaze fixed on mine. Sage turns her head and catches his mouth while she keeps riding me, her breath breaking between kisses. Eli’s thumb moves over my pulse.

When she pulls away, he leans down and kisses me.

There’s no hesitation left in it. No need to pretend this is only for her. His mouth is firm and familiar, the taste of him hitting deep in my chest while Sage moves between us and Knox holds her steady from behind.

Milo’s fingers circle.

Sage comes apart.

Her cry catches between my mouth and Eli’s. Her body clamps around me, hard enough to pull me over with her. I bury my face against her throat and come deep inside her, holding her through every shudder. “Holy fuck, baby girl.”

She leans back. “More.”

Knox lifts Sage from my lap and sets her on the edge of the table. Her shirt disappears over her head. Panties pulled free. The black knee socks stay.

Milo stares at them. “Those things have an unreasonable amount of power.”

“Take your pants off,” Holden tells him.

Milo looks at him.

“Was that for the room, or are you issuing me a personal directive?”

Holden steps closer. “Does it matter?”

Milo’s grin flickers.

Then he obeys.

Sage watches them, eyes bright, before reaching for Holden. He catches her behind the neck and kisses her, filthy and possessive. Knox braces one hand between her shoulder blades and guides her down until her chest meets the table.

Holden moves behind her.

“Still what you want, wildcat?”

She pushes her hips back against him. “Does that answer your question?”

He slides into her with a groan.

Her fingers claw at the wood.

Knox steps in front of her and Sage reaches for him. She frees his cock, wraps her hand around the thick base and takes him into her mouth.

His hand settles in her hair. “Fury.”

“My God, kitten. Just look at you getting spit roasted across the table. I’m so jealous I might have to come on your back.” Milo moves beside Holden, one hand drifting toward his cock.

Holden catches his wrist.