Page 279 of What We Burn

Until she leans over mid-kiss and grabs the back of my neck, pulling me forward, and then it’s a three-way heat spiral.

Sage’s tongue in Holden’s mouth. The taste of me still between them. Then Sage bites my lip until I taste copper.

She twists, pulling back just enough to whisper her desire.

“I want you both together.”

SEVENTY-ONE

SAGE

“Wildcat.” Holden makes a sound deep in his chest and I can feel it vibrate through both of us. He’s standing pressed to me, one hand on Milo’s hip and the other cupping the back of my neck. His mouth is wet from mine, or from Milo, or from both. I can’t decide whose flavor I’m tasting, but the confusion is exactly what I want. Maybe it’s what I’ve wanted since the first night I realized love for us was always going to be a group sport.

Holden pulls Milo in closer, and he’s rough about it, but not mean—never mean. He pushes Milo’s body up against mine, so the heat is coming from both sides, and I can feel Milo’s heart hammering against my ribs. He’s hard again, because Milo is insatiable, and the strangled moan he makes when Holden slides his hand up the back of his shirt is everything I ever wanted from the chaos engine version of this man.

I grab Holden by the shirt and haul his mouth back to mine. He kisses me, teeth and tongue and force, like he’s trying to brand something into me before Milo gets another turn. Milo’s jaw brushes my cheek and then he’s right there too, lips finding my ear, biting it, smiling against my skin because now he’s the center of attention and he knows it. He presses forward, sandwiching me between himself and Holden, and for a second all we are is flesh and need and the impossible friction of wanting all of it. At once.

“Is this for science?” Milo breathes into my neck. I laugh—high and giddy and half out of my mind.

“It’s always for science.”

He grins, then nips my shoulder and peels Holden’s flannel down my arms. Holden’s hands are almost too fast, pulling my tank over my head and undoing the clasp on my bra before Milo can even try.

“Hey! We’re taking turns here,” Milo protests, shoving Holden’s arm, which becomes a whole thing, which becomes ridiculous, which becomes perfect.

“If we’re taking turns, you should be on your knees with my cock in your mouth.”

Milo arches an eyebrow. “I’m not hating the thought of that.”

Holden laughs and shoves him against the island with a palm in the center of his chest. “Slow down, Romeo. You don’t need to awaken everything all at once.”

“Bet I could take you both.” Milo’s voice is pure bravado. He’s flushed, pupils blown, and the way he’s looking at Holden—like the only thing he wants more than validation is to get wrecked by the person currently holding him up—is enough to flip every switch I have to ON.

Holden’s hand moves from my neck to Milo’s jaw. “I seriously doubt that,” he murmurs. His thumb passes over Milo’s cheek, and for a second, neither of them move.

It’s not a standoff. It’s a dare.

Holden’s lips find my jaw, my collarbone, my throat, but his gaze never leaves Milo for more than a second. Teasing him. He lifts me onto the counter, hands steady on my thighs, parting them to step between. I giggle, but the sound dissolves into liquid need as his mouth tracks down my chest and latches onto my left nipple.

“This fun for you, wildcat?” he murmurs. “Watching your boyfriends get off on each other?”

“Fuck, yes,” I breathe, bracing my hands behind me, arching into him.

Milo watches—he doesn’t bother pretending he isn’t. He stares with an intensity that makes my skin prickle, his eyes tracking every place Holden’s mouth touches and openly loving every second of it.

Holden slides his broad hand over my stomach, then higher, cupping both breasts. My eyes flutter shut and I gasp with pure, unashamed greed because Holden’s thumbs are circling my nipples with the patient, devastating focus he brings to everything, and my body is already so wound from watching him on his knees for Milo that I’m halfway gone before he’s even started.

Then Milo takes over. His hands find my waist, pulling me to the edge of the counter, and suddenly there are two mouths on my breasts—Holden on the left, Milo on the right—and the dual sensation of being claimed by both of them at once makes me arch off the counter with a cry.

“Fuck, yes,” I gasp, and they take it as the permission it is. Holden tugs my jeans down while Milo lifts me slightly off the counter. Between them, I’m bare in seconds.

Milo whips his shirt over his head then drops to his knees. “Show me how wet you are, kitten.” He places his hands on my knees and pushes my thighs wide. “Fuck, Holden. Look. She’s dripping down her thighs.” He flashes me that grin—half wolf, half kid who found a forbidden word written under the desk. “You must have really enjoyed watching Holden suck my dick, huh?”

The sound that comes out of me is embarrassing, but neither of them make fun. Holden grunts and plants his hands under my thighs, spreading me further, and Milo dips in. His tongue is hot, and the first flick snaps my whole body taut. He licks, slow and savoring, then moans like he’s just tasted the best thing in his life.

It vibrates right through my cunt, and I almost shout.

Holden’s hand goes to Milo’s hair, raking his fingers through the brown mess as Milo presses in even more greedily, the flat of his tongue working my clit.