Page 11 of Uncaged Obsessions

“You know he wouldn’t want help from him,” Adam says calmly, and while I know he’s right, it doesn’t take away the fact that it’s an option he has.

“You think Danner can actually help?” I quickly change the subject.

“Yeah, she can,” he says definitively, and I want to ask more about what he knows about her, since clearly I’m missing something. But before I have the chance, he’s leaving the office again and I know that this discussion is over for now.

We’re going to make sure to get our girl back. All while somehow managing to keep Caine out of prison. Even though I don’t agree with the extreme way that he’s handling this, I take a page out of his book and head out into the gym to start hitting the bag as well. Each time my fist hits the leather, the anger and anxiety of the situation increases. Needing her back. Needing her safe. I struggle to admit that I’m probably more like Caine than I want to be at this moment.

Soft lips trailalong my bare skin. I hum at the feeling, knowing exactly who they belong to without even needing to open my eyes. The tip of her tongue peeks out between those pouty lips as she kisses, licks, and sucks the skin of my torso leading down to my waistband.

Then, another pair of lips join in on her exploration. These lips have more pressure, and are less full. I know whose they are, just like I know hers. His licks and sucks are more vicious, not caring if he leaves a mark. The contrast of his brutality andher softness is what I crave. It’s the perfect combination, and it's already got me dying for more from both of them.

The weight of Max’s body lays over mine, her mouth just barely moving over mine, taunting me. “How do you want us?”

“However you want, just someone touch my cock.Fuck.” I push my hips up, to emphasize my point.

Adam is still kissing and biting along my abs, but then I feel a hand cup my rock hard erection. I know it’s Max with the way her small hand has a tentative grip on my dick, subtly running her fingers along the rungs of my ladder like she loves to do.

“Like this?” she asks.

“I think he means more like this,” Adam’s deep voice says right before the waistband of my boxers is pulled down and a hot mouth is enveloping my dick.

“Yes, just like that,” I moan, thrusting up into his mouth.

I want to kiss Max, but she stays just out of reach. I try to grab her hair so I can yank her down to me, but I can’t. She’s right there, but I’m unable to grab her.

“Get over here,” I tell her.

She shakes her head. “Make me.”

I try again, but again she’s out of my grasp. How is she so out of reach when she’s right here? I can hardly enjoy the feeling of Adam sucking my dick because she’s getting further and further away from me.

“Max,” I call out.

“Come and get me.”

I wake up. Alone. And with her voice still ringing in my ears, my anger bubbles to the surface. I realize it’s not even from the lack of getting off. It’s because I miss her. I just miss having her around, the fire she brings in any room she walks in. How she forces the three of us to get along. How we all came together for her in the first place.

How she justis.Fuck, I miss her and not knowing if she’s hurt or what’s going on with her is going to drive me insane. The pang in my chest at the unknown is making me feel like I may have given her more of myself than I realized. We need her back and as soon as we do I’m not letting her go.

Nothing will ever tear us apart again.

Pushing myself out of bed, I act on pure instinct as I drive over to Adam’s house. Not thinking about anything else other than how pissed I am and how I just want it to go away. I just want to lose myself like we did before.

He opens the door and I don’t let him say anything before I’m pushing my way inside, slamming the door shut before crashing our mouths together. I move him backward as I try to get lost in the kiss with my mouth on his, but he stops me with a firm shove to my shoulder.

“What’re you doing?” he asks, the gruff edge to his voice gives away that he’s already turned on. That and the fact that I can see his dick tenting his boxers.

“Don’t ask.” I go to grab him again by the back of his head, but he stops me with a hand on my chest.

“You needing something? You show up here in the middle of the night and think you’re going to demand something from me?No, get on your fucking knees. If you want to be desperate for my cock, then I’ll make you beg for it.”

I grit my teeth. I may give up control at times, but I still like to maintain some of it. I remember when Max called me a good boy, and that’s something I’ll never be. Not for Adam and not even for her. Though, right now I’m desperate enough to have her back that maybe I would be. Just once.

“Or you can leave.” He folds his arms across his chest.

I keep my eyes locked on his, clenching my jaw as I drop down to my knees in front of him. He smirks and I bite my tongue.

“Take what you want.” He nods in my direction and I know this is what I can expect from him.

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