Page 255 of Stay Scared

Cade’s hand stays where I need it until I push weakly at his shoulder. He stops immediately and says nothing, his forehead dropping against mine while I am still breathing too hard to speak.

Ash kisses my temple. Owen’s arms stay around me.

For several seconds, all three hold still.

The silence is full, not comfortable.

Cade finally lifts his head and looks at Ash’s hand still resting on my thigh.

Ash sees him looking and leaves it exactly where it is.

I look at Ash and tell him directly what I need: “You, inside me now.”

Before the demand is even finished, his pants are off, directing me exactly how he wants me. His large cock stretching me in ways I didn’t know were possible. I watch the other two men’s faces as Ash thrusts into me, seeing both the jealousy and the way my pure pleasure turns them on. I undo Owen’s pants and take him in my mouth, while Ash keeps hitting me in the exact spots I need. Cade can’t stand it anymore, and his fingers start working my clit, finally pushing me over the edge again, while I finish again, then Ash and Owen fill me.

“I pushed her over the edge.” Cade tries to brag

“I was the one whose cock she came on.”

Here we go again.

I start laughing, and all three men look at me. The sound turns breathless halfway out.

“What’s funny?” Cade asks.

“You’re already starting again.”

“I never stopped.”

“That is the problem.”

Owen’s mouth brushes my hair. “He is not wrong.”

Cade turns his head. “You don’t get to agree.”

Ash looks between them. “Apparently none of you are leaving this room more reasonable than you entered it.”

That nearly makes me laugh harder.

I pull away enough to stand on my own. Ash’s hand leaves my thigh reluctantly, Owen releases my waist, and Cade steps back half a pace.

They are all still too close.

I straighten my skirt while Cade watches me, Ash watches Cade, and Owen notices them both.

Apparently some things are permanent.

I pick up the skull mask.

Cade looks at it, then at me. “You want that again?”

“Eventually, yes.”

His eyes darken as Owen retrieves the white mask and Ash reaches for the Voice.

I get there first.

His hand closes over mine around the edge. It is the same tug-of-war as six weeks ago for a completely different reason.