Page 33 of Catalyst

But she sat straight and wiped her eyes before barking out, “Shut up, Jace.”

“What?” He flashed me a grin over Callie’s shoulder. “All I’m saying is you’re gettinghuge–and even though I’m all for it. I just want to make sure we’re prepared.”

“I’ve had three ultrasounds. He’s a boy. He’s the only one. Don’t be an ass.” She warned.

Jace laughed before sliding his free hand up her back, resting it between her shoulders. “All I’m trying to say is your back must bekillingyou.”

He pressed his thumb into her shoulders in a way that made her lean into him slightly.

“That feels good,” she mumbled.

“Yeah? How about we try to find a way for you to get comfortable on the couch? I’ll rub your back for you.”

Callie leaned back just enough for me to see the skeptical look she shot Jace.

“What?” He challenged.

“To do that, I’d need to lie on my stomach, which I can’t do because, as you pointed out, I’mhuge.” Callie’s words came out barbed, and the little smile she shot Jace at the end nearly killed me.

“Just trust me–Kane, get up.”

“What? Why do I have to–”

“Get. Up.” Jace mouthed.

I raised my hand in mock surrender before doing as he asked. Jace then forced Callie to lean forward until her tits hit the arm of the couch. He then wiggled out from under her as he guided her to her knees. Her belly rested perfectly in the gap created between her and the sofa, but as much as that should have been my concern, it wasn’t.

Instead, all I could focus on was howgoodher ass looked in this position.

I tried to pull my gaze away to be the gentleman she deserved, but that felt fucking impossible. The way her hips rounded under the fabric of her leggings left little to the imagination. Every inch of Callie was etched into my memories, and that made the fantasies of what I wanted to do to her that much more vivid.

Jace got on his knees behind her, pressing his hips into hers as he slipped his hands up her shirt. She let out a light moan, and I sunk my teeth into my lower lip as I thought about the idea of themtogether.

I forced myself to take a breath as heat pooled low in my stomach.

“I uh… I’m going to get some water. Are you thirsty?” I tried to come off as casual, but my voice was already rough with need.

“No, thank you.” Callie’s words came out slow and relaxed.

I turned on my heels to leave before she could change her mind. When I reached the fridge, I grabbed a bottle of water, cracked the top off, and took a drink. The cool liquid did little to the heat burning in my stomach, especially when I heard Callie’s breath hitch from the next room over.

I closed my eyes as I took another long pull from the bottle, trying to focus on literally anything else. But with the sounds filtering in from the living room–soft moans, gasps, the rustling of fabric–that was impossible. It was just a fucking massage, what was I, some fucking pervert?

“Relax, Princess.” Jace crooned, his voice barely loud enough for me to hear. “All you’ve gotta do is keep it warm for me… Unless youwantme to make you feel good.”

Nope, not just a massage; there was no way. Before I could think better of it, I placed the water on the counter and poked my head around the door frame.

From my position, I could see Jace had removed Callie’s shirt. Her eyes were closed, her cheek pressed into the arm of the couch. She heaved out a breath, mumbling something I couldn’t hear.

Fuck, why couldn’t I hear her?

“I know, Princess, I know.” He rasped, leaning down and kissing her on the shoulder. “If you don’t want it, tell me to stop, and I will.”

I crept a little closer, not wanting to miss a single minute of this.

“Don’t stop.” She breathed.

Jace’s eyes flicked up as if he knew I was there. The second our gazes locked, his lips pulled into a smirk. Slowly, he rocked his hips into hers, causing her to bounce slightly. It was like he was daring me to say something or maybe try to stop them. But, lust kept me anchored in place.

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