Page 44 of Uncaged Obsessions

“We can train whenever you want, little one. I’ll always work with you.” I wink at her.

“I know you all are always willing to give my body a workout, but I want to actually train today.”

“If he won’t take it seriously, you know I will, baby girl.”

She smirks, bringing her mug up to her lips. “Thanks, daddy.”

Adam groans. “Well not if you say that. If I’m training you, we’re going back to Coach only.”

She hums around the drink. “Thanks,Coach.”

“Never mind. You aren’t allowed to say anything.” He shakes his head and Max just laughs.

I slide up next to her, wrapping an arm around her shoulder, pulling her into me. “I think you made daddy upset.”

She smiles, looking up at me. “Think I’m going to get in trouble? Coach daddy going to punish me?”

“I think if you keep being a bad girl, he’ll have to.”

“Well, not all of us can be a good boy like you.”

I growl, nuzzling into her neck and sinking my teeth into her skin and she squeals trying to push me away.

“You two are both going to get punished, and I’m not talking about the way you probably want. I’ll make your training so miserable you can’t do anything fun for a week,” Adam threatens, and I don't know why but my dick starts to harden in my shorts at the thought of him punishing us both.

“Call me a good boy again and I’ll add to your punishment, little one,” I say only to Max, and I see the way her cheeks flush, and she tries to hide the way her thighs clamp together slightly.

She takes another sip from her mug instead of saying anything else.

“If you two are done being brats and actually want to go to the gym today, then get ready and let’s go.”

“You heard him. Be agood girland go get ready to go,” I taunt, and she scowls at me, but takes another gulp from her mug before setting it down and going toward the bedroom.

I can’t help but watch her as she goes, loving the way she glides as she walks. I know it’s from being a dancer a majority of her life. The natural flow she has in all aspects of her life is so enticing. When she walks, when she trains, when she dances. When she fucks.

She’s just perfect and the fact that she’s ours is a miracle in itself. We’ve all done some shitty things in our lives, but somehow still managed to claim her. Even if we don’t deserve her, we’ve stolen her for ourselves and we won’t be giving her back.

Though, she’s no angel either. That only makes her even more perfect in my eyes.

At the gym,we do some warm ups together before running through some of the moves she perfected…before. She needs a little help, but she’s smart and strong and picks it up again quickly.

I start to teach her a new choke when Caine walks in, somehow looking even more pissed off than usual. He looks around until his eyes land on Max, who’s currently on the floor with me. He heads straight toward us, his gaze not straying from her. Not even when he pulls her up from the floor, and despite her protests, slams his mouth onto hers.

She struggles for a second, working hard to push him away before giving in. I just watch the way she melts against him as he invades her mouth. I let it go for several seconds before I get annoyed that he interrupted.

I clear my throat dramatically. “Save some for the rest of us,” I joke.

“Fuck off.” Caine hardly parts from her lips, but she’s pushing him away again.

“You all get to have a turn with me,” Max taunts.

“No. I get the whole thing,” Caine groans, kissing along her neck, and she slaps at him, though he doesn’t move.

“Knock it off,” Max demands. “Or I’m going to practice the new choke Drew was teaching me on you.”

Caine moans, burying his head against her. “Oh please do that, killer. I’d love nothing more than for you to choke me.”

She scoffs, but it turns into a chuckle.

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