Page 74 of Uncaged Obsessions

“I want you all to tell me something. For everything you tell me, I’ll take something off.”

Caine doesn’t move, Drew tilts his head slightly, and Adam adjusts his position to sit up a bit straighter before asking, “Tell you what, baby girl?”

I toy with the hem of my shirt, the loose fabric hanging on my body and covering my sports bra underneath. I tease them, lifting it just slightly. “Tell me how you feel about…” My voice gets quieter, insecurity taking over with what I’m asking.

“About what?” Adam’s deep gravelly voice asks.

“About me,” I practically whisper.

“What do you want to know, killer? I tell you every fucking thing. The way I’m completely obsessed with you, that you changed my life the second you walked into it. The way I’venever wanted anyone the way I want you. The fact that I fucking love you,” Caine confesses almost too easily.

I practically lose my footing at his words. Hearing them, watching him say them. I thought I saw him mouth them after the end of his fight, but convinced myself that I hallucinated. There’s no denying right now that this is real and that those words just came out of his mouth.

“Your turn.” Caine gestures to my body. “Take it off.”

Because I can’t speak, I do just that. Removing the loose fitting shirt and dropping it on the ground at my feet. I step toward the men on the couch, kicking the fabric aside, stepping up to Caine and straddling him.

“Keep your hands to yourself. You’re not allowed to touch the dancers,” I tell him with a smirk. “And if you don’t, I’ll have to tie them up.”

“I may love you, killer, but I’ll break free of any restraint you try to put me in.”

I roll my hips against him, already feeling his hardness underneath his sweats and I groan. I’m very aware of the other pairs of eyes watching us, and that I want them to touch me too. I want all of them in a way I’ve never had them before. I want to be completely consumed.

I dip down, barely grazing my lips over Caine’s trying not to second guess what I’m about to say, not overthinking any of it. I just let the words roll off my tongue. “I fucking love you too.”

He tenses and I know he’s about to grab me, but I remove myself from his lap. He looks like he wants to come after me, butI hold my hand up. “If you ruin the game then you don’t get the prize.”

My eyes fix on Drew, moving closer to him, but back up near the pole. Once it’s at my back, I swing around it once with the back of my knee hooked around it. “Your turn,” I tell him.

“Fuck, little one. You don’t know what you do to all of us, do you? How you have me so fucked up, wanting things I’ve never wanted. Feeling things I’ve never felt. When you were gone and I thought I wouldn’t see you again, I didn’t know what to do with myself. You balance me. You fill all my missing pieces and if that’s not love I don’t know what the fuck else it could be.”

Hooking my thumbs in the waistband of my pants, I start to push them down, my heart racing at this entire game while keeping my gaze focused on Drew as I drop another piece of clothing onto the floor.

Repeating the same move I did with Caine, resting my knees on either side of his hips, resting my hands on his shoulders, I lean down to bite the lobe of his ear and whisper, “Remember the rules?”

“No touching this perfect body.”

I breathe out, “You’re such a good boy.”

He growls, his body tensing and I chuckle, letting my breath fan the side of his neck. But amazingly, he doesn’t grab me even though I know he wants to. I want to rile them all up. I know exactly what buttons to push. How to distract them, and get them to bend to my will.

Because I’m the one in control and we all know it.

Trailing my lips down his neck, I move to the other side, repeating the motion, working up the nerve to say the words again. The ones I’m feeling just as strongly for this man as the other two are sitting on the couch. I didn’t think it was possible to love one person, let alone three.

That’s why I’m able to whisper, “If that’s what it’s like, then I must love you too.”

He turns his head, capturing my lips with his, and I melt against him for a moment before pulling back and giving him a glare as I get off his lap. “That’s breaking the rules.”

“I think it’s a technicality,” he teases.

“Or maybe the good boy wants to be punished,” I taunt right back and he narrows his eyes at me. But I don’t miss the way he adjusts himself in his loose pants that are suddenly tented. He can deny that he’s a good boy, but he likes it just as much as I do.

“Keep it up, baby girl, you’re going to unleash two monsters if you aren’t careful,” Adam growls.

I turn my attention toward him this time. “Only two?”

He nods slowly. “I’m able to control my monster.”

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