Page 125 of Controlled Burn
She grabbed him and Ryan—two hands, two men—and said,“Let’s go.”
No teasing. No flirting. Just fire. She took them both home.
He remembered how her jeans slid down those long legs. Ryan’s teeth on her panties. The way she stared at Jake—daring him to keep up. To fuck her harder than whatever pain she was outrunning.
She straddled his lap. Kissed Ryan like she was starving. Then wrapped her lips around Jake’s cock, eyes locked on his.
Use me. Both of you. Now.
And they did.
Her body was tight enough that it hurt. Jake remembered the stretch as they filled her—Ryan behind, Jake in her mouth. Then in her cunt. Sweat slick. Hands gripping the headboard. Her hips grinding down, thighs shaking as she came.
Double penetration—something he’d bragged about. But he hadn’t expected it to feel like that.
She came hard. Screamed.
But she never said his name.
Afterward, Jake looked at her through the haze of sweat and exhaustion, convinced she’d see him now that this was something. That she’d come back for more.
But she just stood. Dressed without a word. No eye contact. No kiss goodbye.
Gone before sunrise—bruised, mascara smudged, chin up.
The next day, she was back to chasing Maddox like nothing had happened. Like Jake was just a body she used to hurt herself.
She wanted us because she was broken. Because Maddox made her feel small.
But I could’ve given her more. I could’ve wrecked her right.
He pressed his thumb into his palm until stars danced across his vision. She’d rather be destroyed by an older man than worshipped by me.
That stung worse than anything.
The anger built like heat inside a sealed pipe. Hissing. Expanding. No place to go.
He stormed into the rec room, boiling. Snapped at the first person who spoke to him. Saw King at the coffee machine and wanted to punch a wall.
“You think you’re special?” Jake snapped. “She fucked me and Ryan at the same time and left us both limp. That’s who you’re chasing.”
King just stared, jaw tight.
Jake laughed. It came out bitter, metallic.
“Don’t worry,” he sneered. “She’ll get bored with you, too. She likes the chase. Not the catch.”
He left King standing there and went to the bunkroom, phone clenched in his fist.
More videos from Brooks.
More evidence of Talia’s schemes. Footage. Stills. Timestamps. She was passing drives, making plans, never once looking back at Jake.
One clip stuck.
Talia and McKenna tucked together near the lockers—too close, heads angled like they were passing state secrets. She pulled something from her locker. Small. Metallic. Slipped it into McKenna’s hand.
No label. No words.
