Page 143 of The Piece You Stole

I go looking for a pair of sweatpants in Aden’s closet.

Everything is right where it belongs. Shirts hung up neatly. Pants the same way. T-shirts hanging in one section, and sweatpants folded and stuffed in a white basket in one of the open shelves. I’m reaching for a pair of gray sweatpants when last night returns in a rush, and with it, desperate need. Saige stretched out on her back with her hands buried in Aden’s hair and every inch of her slender body flushed a gorgeous pinkish hue. Aden’s head between her thighs, and the hungry sounds he was making as he ate her out.

Fuck.

How could I have gone so long without that? Aden has always had a way of drawing just the right moans from a woman’s lips. But the breathy sounds Saige was making? I wanted to taste them. Tasteher.

I’d told myself to stay away. To leave Aden to give her the pleasure she needed.

One breathy moan later, and I’d stripped the clothes from my body and was stalking down the hallway toward his room. I’d taken a glass of whiskey. Just to enjoy the show. Just to feast on the sounds of Saige’s need as Aden drove her to climax.

I wasn’t going to touch, or kiss. I most certainly wasn’t going to climb into that bed with them.

But her eyes.

Those perfect fucking eyes.

She looked at me with those smoky blue orbs, and I knew what she wanted. I knew it as if she’d spoken the words aloud.

Jerking off made it so I could think. Briefly. But pressed against her warm skin, soft and inviting, was like nothing else. I should have turned her around, so it was Aden taking her ass. I’d known I couldn’t give her the gentle she needed.

Then she’d moved, straddling Aden, and offered me the sweet curve of her ass. The invitation was right there in her eyes as she peered over her shoulder at me. She wanted me. And I couldn’t say no. Not to her. Not ever to her.

I’d reminded her of her safe word, a word I know Aden pushed for because he must have known me better than I know myself. He must have known I wouldn’t—couldn’t—stay away. Aden had given her something she needed. I knew I could give her something she wanted.

I knew I had to be inside her. Knew the pleasure waiting for us would explode all our minds.

And it had. Fuck, she’d been so tight, I was fighting to hold back my release before I was halfway in her. I’d claimed her ass, and she’d taken every inch of my cock, small thing that she is.

A part of me hadn’t believed she could; was only waiting for her to stop me. When Aden had told me to stop, when she’d whispered it hurt, I was ready to pull out. To walk away. Butshe’dstoppedme. She’d looked at me as if she wanted the pain. As if she wanted me to push.

So, I’d pushed. One glance at her ass swallowing my thick cock and I had to look away. It was too much. Too fucking much to watch the tiny hole widening as I pushed into her. As she invited me into her body.

I bottomed out in her, my balls tucked tight against her pussy. She took everything I had to give, and it felt like she still wanted more. I crooned she was a good girl to take it all, and when her body rippled around me, when her sultry arousal flavored the air, I smiled and went heavier with it. Our angel likes to be praised.

We took turns driving into her until she was gasping and shuddering. I’d felt him move within her, just as he would have felt me through Saige’s skin stretched tight when we’d filled her. But when we’d moved together, she’d gone wild. She’d fought and bucked and screamed. And when she tightened around me… That was it. I’d lost the rhythm we had settled into. I’d lost my fucking mind.

Neverhave I come so hard in my life.

Saige had fallen asleep as we were still easing her down. She didn’t stir as we pulled out of her. When Aden had risen to go to the bathroom for a cloth to wipe the seed spilling from her ass and dampening her soft thighs, she still hadn’t woken. Finally, we’d tucked her between us and covered every inch of her skin with a sheet and our bodies so she wouldn’t catch a chill.

We’d slept, huddled so close together, it was perfect.Almostperfect.

Dariel hadn’t been with us, and she had tried to slip from the bed without waking us.

Aden had given her pleasure.

I fucked up.

You pushed too hard. Dariel warned you, and smug fuckingcuntthat you are, you laughed it off.

I drag the sweatpants up my legs and up over my cock standing at attention with the memory of last night, and head for the door.

Another memory hits. Saige is laying on her side in bed, patting the space beside her.“You can sleep here if you want.”

She’d meant it. I’d been waiting for her questions to start up again the moment I laid my head down. But when I’d opened my eyes and turned to her, I’d seen the concern. So I did something I hadn’t expected I would. I’d slept for so long, I’d woken rested and refreshed at midday, with Saige beside me, blowing warm air over my throat. If Dariel hadn’t come looking to talk to me, I’d have stayed with her.

And this is what you do to her in return, Kade? She makes sure you get the sleep you’ve been going without, and you fucking hurt her.

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