Page 248 of Stay Scared

I pull back. “Don’t start counting.”

“I already did.”

I almost laugh, but he kisses me again before I can.

Cade comes closer until his body presses along my other side. Owen’s hand tightens against my back, and the tension between them snaps into place instantly.

Both hold their ground.

I turn my head. The skull waits inches from Owen’s bare face.

Cade says, “Move your hand.”

Owen keeps his fingers at my jaw. “No.”

Cade’s chest presses harder against my shoulder. “You were more tolerable when you hid behind glass.”

Owen finally looks at him. “You were more tolerable at a greater distance.”

Neither is amused.

I should stop this.

Instead, I reach behind me and pull Cade closer by his belt.

Cade looks down at my hand. Owen sees it too, and the whole corridor seems to tighten around us.

“Neither of you gets to start a fight before I’ve had enough fun.”

Cade looks down at me. “How much is enough?”

I kiss him instead of answering.

Owen’s hand slides from my jaw to my waist while Cade’s grip returns beneath my skirt. Owen sees exactly where his hand goes, and his grip firms around me.

I kiss Owen next. Cade’s fingers tighten on my thigh while Owen’s hand slides under my shirt. Cade is back to playing with my clit, his fingers almost painfully slowly entering me, while Owen watches, his hands cupping my breast, playing with my nipples. The feeling of their hands on me is almost overwhelming.

Their bodies answer every question before anyone bothers asking.

Cade presses against my back while Owen traps me between him and the wall. I am surrounded by too much heat and two men who have spent six weeks imagining what would happen if I came back.

Owen’s mouth moves along my neck as Cade’s fingers move faster. My head tips back against the wall, the white mask hanging from Owen’s fingers while the skull brushes my temple.

Something heavy strikes metal deeper inside Crimson Night.

All three of us hear it.

Cade looks toward the red room. Owen lifts his head.

Ash is waiting.

I push both men away. Cade’s hand catches my waist automatically, then releases me with visible reluctance when I look down at it.

I smile. “Come on.”

The skull turns toward Owen. Owen replaces his mask.

Both look openly hostile.