Page 171 of What We Burn

“Tell my mother I died happy,” he wheezes.

Holden pulls out carefully and drags one hand down Sage’s spine—possessive, reverent. Then he looks at Eli.

“Your turn.”

I release my grip around his cock, but his hand catches the back of my head, his lips brushing mine. “Go and get the lube.”

I don’t need to be told twice.

The bathroom cabinet holds what I need, and I’m back in under a minute, but the kitchen has already rearranged itself without me.

Eli is between Sage’s thighs, buried in her to the hilt. Her legs are wrapped around his waist, black socks against his bare back, and she’s twisted to the side with Knox in her mouth again—one hand braced on the table for balance and the other fisted in Knox’s thigh while he feeds into her with slow, controlled rolls of his hips. The sounds she makes around him are obscene. Gorgeous. Her whole body rocks with every thrust Eli gives her, and he’s giving her everything, his control gone, his face raw and open in a way I’ve only ever seen when he forgets to hide.

Holden is on a chair now watching, one hand lazily working himself back to hardness. Milo is still on the floor, recovering, but his eyes are glued to the table.

Eli’s gaze finds me over his shoulder. He’s waiting. His hips don’t stop.

“You know what I want,” he says. Rough. Barely a voice at all.

I cross to him. Pop the cap. Slick myself first, then coat my fingers and position myself behind him. I press my lips to his back, my fingers sliding down between his cheeks, finding him hot and tight. I press one finger in.

Eli groans, deep and broken, and his rhythm stutters.

“Don’t you dare slow down,” Sage says, pulling off Knox for half a breath, her eyes dark and glassy. “Either of you.”

“Yes, baby girl.”

I work him open carefully. One finger, then two, taking my time even though my whole body is screaming at me to hurry. He’s tight around me, clenching every time Sage tightens around him, and I can feel the chain of it—her pleasure running through him into my hand.

“Micah.” His head drops forward. “Now. I’m ready, just—now.”

I line up behind him and push in.

Slow. Steady. He takes me with a sound I’ve never heard from him before, something punched out of his chest, and Sage gasps because the depth of it drives him deeper into her. For a second we all go still—the three of us locked together, me in him, him in her, Knox’s hand gentle in her hair.

Then we move.

It takes a few thrusts to find the rhythm, but when we do, it’s devastating. I drive forward and Eli drives into her and Sage moans around Knox and the whole table creaks with us. Eli’s back is slick with sweat under my hands. I hold his hips and fuck him and every time I bottom out, he bottoms out in her, and she takes it, demands it, her nails scoring red lines down his arms.

“Look at them,” Holden says from his chair, voice low and wrecked. “Fucking look at you all. Perfection, wildcat.”

She hums around Knox in answer, and his head tips back, jaw tight, the last of his composure fraying at the edges.

Eli is shaking apart between us. I can feel it in the way his legs tremble, the way his breath comes in ragged bursts. I lean over his back and press my mouth between his shoulder blades, and he turns his head, searching. I kiss him over his shoulder, messy and open, and he comes with my name in his mouth, pulsing around me, driving so deep into Sage that she cries out around Knox and follows him over.

That’s it for me.

I bury my face against his neck and let go, holding him through it, the three of us shuddering together while Knox pulls gently from Sage’s mouth and finishes across her chest with a low growl, marking her while she laughs—breathless, wrecked, radiant.

The kitchen is quiet except for breathing and the dishwasher finishing its cycle like none of this happened.

Milo breaks it, obviously.

“I would like the record to show that surveillance summits are now my favorite form of governance.”

Holden throws Sage’s discarded shirt at his face.

“Time to get you clean, Fury.” Knox gathers her into his arms, the rest of us sagging naked in our chairs, breaths ragged. Sage sighs contentedly, nestled against Knox’s chest. “That was fun. I love that my men are finally fucking each other during group time. Really brings the family together.”