Jake

JAKE

That dress on Paige has been driving me insane all night. It hugs her every curve perfectly, highlighting her breasts, waist, hips, and long legs in those heels, and I'm finding it harder and harder to hide my arousal. My attraction.

My hand maintains solid contact with her lower back, so when she slides a little on the way to the waiting car, I easily catch her against me. And it's everything I've been wanting teasing me in the most merciless way.

Paige's mouth parts as she peers up at me from under her lashes. And I swear she's thinking about the same thing I am—or in the same lane at the very least. I want nothing more than to drop my mouth over hers, but I resist. Once again. I'm always resisting my baser nature when she's near me.

When Liam opens the door for us, I nod and release Paige, holding her hand as she lowers herself into the car. I address Liam as she slides over to let me in, "Bring us home."

Instead of her place . The promise and tension hangs in the air after that declaration, but Liam merely nods and waits for me to sit so that he can close the door.

I slide in beside Paige. She's settled in her seat, the foot and a half between us is too much after tonight. Once I knew I could freely touch her—granted in designated spots—I wasn't able to stop myself from taking advantage. I might be experiencing separation anxiety.

The door shuts with a muted click, and I watch like a creep as Paige elongates her legs and stretches her feet.

"Mmm, I cannot wait to get those things off my feet. I might need a crowbar. Maybe some shears." Her head falls back against the seat as she peeks at me. When her cheeks turn rosy, she looks away, out the window as if the dark, snowy expanse is so beautiful she can't look away.

The further we get from the event, the more she fidgets. Fingers tangling together. Toes bouncing. Tucking her hair back from her face and then releasing it from behind her ears. Fiddling with a beaded section on her thigh.

I can't look away. And she won't look at me.

When she bites her lip again, turning that red sheen into a more rosy pink, I can't think past kissing her.

Paige sits up straighter, intently looking out the window before she finally turns her attention to me. "Where are we going? This isn't the way home."

My restraints have snapped at the innocence in her gaze as she blinks at me. They are a vibrant darkblue and seductive in the low light. I reach across the seat, unbuckle her, and yank her across the leather until she's pressed tightly against my side.

Stiff and surprised, her hands are trapped between us. Her breathing grows rapid, pressing her bosom up against the tight fabric of her dress.

Fuck, I want to dip my mouth to explore the exposed planes of her skin—the tops of her breasts, her collarbones, her throat. She swallows hard, and it's a jolt to my cock.

Lifting her gaze to mine, she seems to regain some of her own control, and I take in every little change in her. How her shoulders relax, the way she adjusts her legs so that the backs of her thighs are snug across my left leg, how her mouth gains three more degrees of poutiness, that peek of her tongue at the corner before her teeth claim her bottom lip again.

Paige slides a hand from between us, and it makes a slow arc up my side and across my chest until she curls her fingers into the lapel of my jacket. Her grip is tight, almost pulling me closer.

By the time Liam pulls us into my garage, Paige is soft and submissive in my arms, even if her eyes remain sharp and assessing.

With the last few seconds of privacy, I dip my nose against hers, delighted by the way her mouth gasps open.

Fuck, yes .

I pull back at the last second for her disgruntled harrumph, and Liam opens the car door. After another heartbeat, I release Paige and step out, reaching for her before she can rethink my intentions.

She only wobbles once as I escort her through the garage and toward the back kitchen entrance. The moment we step inside, I can feel Eli and Henry nearby, catch a glimpse of them both in the kitchen before Paige can realize it. At the threshold, I spin Paige back into me.

That soft look she gives me drowns out the way my friends turn to watch. Tilting up her chin with my thumb, I lower my mouth over hers.

It's sweet, tense, and fills us both with a joint breath that shudders out before she opens her mouth to me and kisses me back.

My hand sinks into her hair, and I kiss her the way I've been dreaming about. Like I'm claiming her. And that's exactly what I want to do.

Paige holds onto me, body molding against mine, hands threatening to tear my shirt in half.

The tiniest moan vibrates low in her throat, and I bask in the fact that she wants this too. She wants me, and I'm going to take everything she's willing to give.

" Fuck ." Eli swears behind her.

Paige stiffens in my arms, and I drop her mouth. She's stuck in place with my hand locked in her hair and my arm banded across her back. Her plump lips are damp from my kiss, and she breathes heavily.

Slowly, I lighten my grip enough that she can peer over her shoulder. I feel it when she spots Eli, and then Henry. They're both standing around the kitchen island, albeit it on opposite sides. Her body grows stiff again, unsure and defensive.

What makes her react to us that way? Is it merely circumstance or is she simply fighting the same urges we are?

My touch under her chin turns her back to me. Those fears, whatever they might be, have rounded her eyes to an alarming degree, but they flutter closed when I lean in for another short kiss.

When she's caught her breath, she whispers, "I didn't know you three lived together."

I nod. "Mm-hmm. We share a lot of things with each other."

Dropping a whisper of a kiss under her ear, I whisper, "Nearly everything."

And fuck, I'm pretty sure she whimpers.

"Is that okay?" I'm sure I'll be asking that a lot tonight if her first answer to this is yes.

Paige offers me the tiniest nod.

A grin slowly forms on my face, and I turn her in place. "Go kiss Eli."

She stalls for a second, no doubt taking in the fact that Eli is only half dressed, flannel pants hung low on his hips, leaving a lot of him bare. But her spine straightens as she takes a few steps forward, those heels hindering her progress so that Eli catches her when she's close.

The good girl that she is, she doesn't hesitate once she's plastered against all of that skin. Her arms reach up around his neck, fingers tangling in his hair as she lifts to her toes and pulls him down for a kiss.

She seems so small with the way Eli's hand splays across her back. Their kiss knocks the stiffness of my cock up a notch.

I share a look with Henry. His devastation is clear. This is really happening, and none of us are willing to put the brakes on.

When Eli releases her mouth, he stares at her like she's a gift. Her nails sink into his chest as she stares back.

"Now, Henry," I say, low and even, and Paige spares a glance back to me before Eli nudges her in Henry's direction.

Her swollen lip is caught between her teeth as she steps closer. She stops in front of him, and the moment of stillness they share starts to worry me before he reaches out to her, brushing a light touch over her cheek.

It pulls her from immobility, hand curling into the front of his shirt before the two of them collide. The tortuous wait for them both evaporates, and I see the moment Henry's self-control cracks.

His hands cup her thighs and lift her to the barstool hidden under one end of the island. Her legs part for him, feet wrapping around his calves before he breaks their kiss. Henry grazes his knuckles across her lips before taking one more intense moment to savor her mouth.

Then, he's lifting one foot, unstrapping the buckles from her shoe, and sliding it free. He does the same slow move with the other before his hands draw back up her legs, under her knees to cup her outer thighs.

"Are you sure this is something you want?" Henry asks. The soft protective edge to his voice echoes my own, and Paige must feel it too, softening under his touch.

"I've always been pretty clear on what I want, Henry. Regardless if anyone seems to believe me." A clear jab from their past only makes Henry nod.

"Let's move this into the living room." My command cuts through some of the warring tensions and heats the room.

Paige's arms are locked around Henry as he lifts her, legs wrapping around his waist.

Eli and I follow Henry's quick steps. And when she's on her feet again, I'm behind her, fingers at the zipper of her dress, nose in her hair. Fuck, she smells so sweet.

She shivers as I unzip her, my hands splaying across the new expanse of skin before I peel the fabric down. It drops once it's past her hips.

I yank her ass back against my hard-on, so that she can feel how badly I want her. Her soft, needy moan is everything. I'm a fucking goner. The dominant caveman in my place.

Hand in her hair, I tip her head back and nip along the column of her throat. "You ready for this?"

She mutely nods.

"Answer me with a yes, sir ."

Paige shudders and answers with a breathy, "Yes, sir."

"Good girl." Joy rumbles in my chest hard enough that it makes her squirm. "Henry. Eat her sweet pussy."