Page 71 of What We Burn

I pull my fingers free and she whimpers at the loss. Milo reaches past her and pulls the lube from the nightstand drawer because of course he knows where I keep it.

“You went through my nightstand?”

“First week we moved in. Don’t worry, I judged you silently and moved on.”

“Thoughtful of you, Milo.”

“Just doing my part for team synergy.”

Milo squirts lube over his cock, grinning as he slicks himself up and gets in position behind Sage. She’s already writhing, flush down her chest, her mouth open on a gasp as I push inside her—slow, inch by inch, watching her face—and the sound she makes is worth every early alarm and sleepless night and complicated morning in this house.

“God,” she breathes. “Holden⁠—”

“I’ve got you, wildcat.”

I set the pace. Deep, controlled, rolling my hips the way that makes her grip the sheets. Milo is behind her, working his lubed-up fingers into her tight ass, getting her ready while he watches me fuck her over her shoulder.

“That is genuinely the hottest thing I’ve ever seen,” Milo says, staring at the space where my dick disappears inside her. “And I grew up in a house with multiple dads and no boundaries.”

“Milo. Shut up.”

“Shutting up.” He reaches his free hand around and pinches her nipple. She cries out, clenching around me so hard my rhythm stutters. “Actually, no. Kitten, tell Holden how good his cock feels.”

“So good,” she manages, and her hands find my shoulders, nails digging in. “Harder. Please.”

“Please what?”

Her eyes flash, desire and challenge. “Please fuck me harder, Holden.”

I give her what she wants. Pin her hips and drive into her, and Milo shifts behind her and growls approvingly against her ear, his hand sliding down her stomach toward where we’re joined.

“Let me in,” he murmurs, and his fingers find her clit while I’m inside her, stroking in tight circles that make her whole body shake.

“Oh fuck— oh God, that’s—” Her back arches off Milo’s chest as he inches his length inside her.

“I need you to relax for me, kitten.” He strokes her hip, slow, coaxing, and when she relaxes around him, he pushes in gradually, working himself deeper until she’s full up from both sides and her mouth drops open on a jagged cry.

“Fuck—oh fuck—” Sage buries her face in Milo’s arm, trembling. Her body writhes between us, every muscle alive and taut. Milo’s hands steady her, one on her waist, the other gripping her hair, and he leans forward so his lips are at her ear.

“Good girl,” he says, voice low and rough. “Look how well you take us. So fucking perfect, kitten. You’re shaking.”

“She loves it,” I add, nipping her collarbone, dragging my teeth and tongue up her throat. “Don’t you?”

She nods, desperate, flexing around me as Milo moves in shallow thrusts to match my rhythm, his cock dragging along mine through the thin wall that separates us.

“Yes,” she gasps, and her head tips back, eyes wild, cheek flush pressed to Milo’s jaw as she braces herself for the next thrust.

Milo picks up his pace, steady and relentless, his eyes on me—goading, competitive, some wordless contest to see who can make her unravel first.

We lock eyes over her shivering body, neither of us willing to cede control, and for a moment there’s a standoff. She’s the prize in a tug-of-war, and her moans spike with every flex and push.

I lean into her, lips at her ear. “You can come, wildcat. Let go.”

She shakes her head, mouth open on a voiceless plea, so I hold her face, palm on her cheek, and make her look at me.

“Don’t hold it,” I say. “Give it to us.”

She shatters. Milo follows almost instantly, swearing, his hips snapping up as he buries himself in her. The feeling of them both—her clenching, him pulsing—drags me over the edge, and I come with a groan.