Page 252 of Stay Scared

I laugh once against Cade’s mouth. He bites my lower lip, and the laugh disappears.

Ash catches my jaw and turns my face toward him the second Cade releases me. His kiss is angry enough that Cade’s hand closes against my hip while Owen presses in from behind.

For six weeks, these men stayed away because I demanded it.

Now every inch they surrendered is coming back all at once.

I grab Ash’s shirt as his mouth moves to my throat. Cade’s hand slips beneath my skirt while Owen’s fingers tighten around my waist.

My breathing changes.

The director in Ash surfaces immediately. His eyes track Cade’s hand, Owen’s arm, then my face, already trying to control a room containing too many variables.

Cade sees it. “Don’t start.”

Ash looks at him. “Do not what?”

“That thing where you decide you own the fucking oxygen.”

Ash turns back to me. “You like it when I do that.”

The words land hot.

I grab his jaw. “Sometimes I do.”

Cade swears behind me as Owen’s hand moves beneath my shirt. I arch back against him, and Ash watches for half a second before catching Owen’s wrist and removing his hand from my body.

Owen puts it straight back.

I almost laugh. Six weeks of distance did absolutely nothing to make them reasonable.

Ash steps closer while Owen holds his ground. Cade’s fingers keep working against me until my knees soften.

Ash catches my waist before it gives, and Owen’s arm stays locked around me from behind.

Cade looks up.

For a second, all three of them are looking at me instead of each other.

The combined focus lands like a weight.

Cade’s fingers shift. I grab his shoulder, and he repeats the movement.

My head drops back against Owen as Ash’s mouth comes to my ear.

“Look at me.”

The command comes naturally.

I obey.

His fingers tighten against my side while Cade keeps moving and Owen’s mouth finds the pulse in my neck. Ash watches every change in my face, his own control starting to break with it.

I reach for him, closing my hand around the front of his trousers.

Ash inhales sharply.

Cade sees, his mouth twisting. “Still think you’re directing?”