5. Kisha

Five

Kisha

I can't breathe. Or maybe I'm breathing too much. Musk and woodsy scents coming from all sides. Every nerve in my body feels like it's on fire, like they've lit a match and I'm the damn fuel.

Surrounding me like I'm some rare prize they're staking their claim on, it's… overwhelming. And thrilling. And way more than I was prepared for when I stepped into that ridiculous maze. I mean, this was supposed to be a business trip, a simple party.

But here I am. Cornered, practically caged in by them. And I can't deny it anymore—I don't want to leave.

Jax's hands are firm on my wrists, grounding me, holding me in place just enough to remind me who's in control here. His touch is warm, rough, and makes me feel a little wild, like he's coaxing something primal out of me. Maddox is close, his fingers trailing down my arm with a lightness that's making my skin tingle. And Hunter? He's got that look in his eye, that hungry, possessive gaze that's making me dizzy.

I should tell them to back off, that this isn't happening. But the truth is, I don't want that. I don't want them to stop. Not even a little bit.

Jax's voice cuts through the haze, low and gravelly. "You okay?" He's so fucking close, his breath warm against my skin.

I swallow, willing my voice to sound steady. "Yeah… I'm fine."

But "fine" doesn't begin to cover it. My head's spinning, my pulse racing, and my mouth is suddenly too dry. I force myself to look at him, to meet his gaze, and his eyes lock on mine, intense and unreadable, like he's searching for any hint of doubt.

Maddox's hand slides up my arm, his touch both gentle and firm, leaving a trail of heat in its wake. "Good. 'Cause we're not stopping, sweetheart."

My breath catches, a shiver running through me as his words sink in. They're not asking for permission anymore. Now, it's like they know exactly where this is going, and they're making damn sure I'm coming along for the ride.

Hunt leans down, his voice a low, dangerous rumble in my ear. "You keep looking at us like that, Kisha, and we're not gonna be able to hold back much longer."

I can't help it. There's something about them, about this whole insane situation, that's dragging out a part of me I didn't even know was there. "Then don't," I whisper, barely loud enough for them to hear.

Jax's grip tightens, his fingers flexing around my wrists. "That's all we needed to hear, baby girl."

In an instant, he pulls me toward him, his mouth capturing mine in a way that's anything but tentative. It's hungry, possessive, the kind of kiss that doesn't ask permission—it takes. My mind goes blank, my only thought the feeling of his lips on mine, of his hands anchoring me in place, of the heat flooding through me.

And just as I start to lose myself in him, Maddox's hand tilts my face, guiding me to him this time, his eyes dark with something raw, something that leaves me breathless. He kisses me, deep and unrelenting, and every rational thought slips away, leaving only the need, the burning desire that's making my pulse race.

Hunt's right there, his touch grazing my shoulder, my neck, trailing down my spine, grounding me in a way that's somehow just as intoxicating as the rest. I feel surrounded, captured, like I'm exactly where I'm supposed to be.

When they finally pull back, I'm gasping for air, my heart hammering so loud I can barely hear anything else. But their gazes hold me steady, each one of them watching me like I'm theirs, like I belong to them.