Uncaged Obsessions (Uncaged Duet #2)

6. Drew

CHAPTER 6

DREW

W e leave Caine to do what he thinks will make him feel better. He acts like we all aren’t as desperate to find Max as he is. We are, but Adam and I are just a bit calmer about the situation. Of course I want to lose my shit and help Caine kill the man that came into her house and put his hands on her. I saw red when I watched the video. Just like when I lost it on my dad all those years ago.

Maybe when I see this Carson fucker, I’ll end up killing him, I wouldn’t be surprised. But for now, I know we have to be smart about this. We don’t know if she’s in any more physical danger, especially if we show up and try to kidnap her back.

Danner said she was going to use her connections to get more information on Max’s family and this Carson guy. At least then we’ll have more of an idea on where she could be other than an entire state.

Caine hasn’t let up on the bag since he started working it ten minutes ago. Adam gestures me toward his office. I follow him because the only other option is to stay out here with the rhythmic noise of Caine’s fists hitting the heavy bag and knowing that it will drive me crazy after a few more minutes.

Everything feels so out of control right now. There's so much I want to do and nothing that I’m able to at the same time. I want to find Max. I want her to be back here with us. Everything else seems unimportant until she's back here. With us, where she belongs.

Adam closes the door to his office behind me, and I wait for whatever he’s about to say.

“We have to make sure he doesn’t completely lose his shit,” he tells me.

I nod in agreement. “Yeah, but have you met him? He loses his shit regularly over way less than this.”

“I know. We need to get her back and we will, but he can’t end up in jail along the way.”

“His dad is some fancy ass lawyer, I’m sure he could get him out of whatever trouble he gets himself into.” I roll my eyes. Caine’s privilege isn’t a mystery and I’d be lying to say I’m not annoyed that he comes from so much and throws it all away. I like fighting, but it’s a necessity to me, not just something I do for fun.

It’s survival, and it always will be.

Adam and I both came from nothing and that’s something Caine will never understand. Max may not either, but I can tell life hasn’t been the easiest for her either. And seeing the video of her being taken only confirmed some of my suspicions about how her ex treated her.

“You know he wouldn’t want help from him,” Adam says calmly, and while I know he’s right, it doesn’t take away the fact that it’s an option he has.

“You think Danner can actually help?” I quickly change the subject.

“Yeah, she can,” he says definitively, and I want to ask more about what he knows about her, since clearly I’m missing something. But before I have the chance, he’s leaving the office again and I know that this discussion is over for now.

We’re going to make sure to get our girl back. All while somehow managing to keep Caine out of prison. Even though I don’t agree with the extreme way that he’s handling this, I take a page out of his book and head out into the gym to start hitting the bag as well. Each time my fist hits the leather, the anger and anxiety of the situation increases. Needing her back. Needing her safe. I struggle to admit that I’m probably more like Caine than I want to be at this moment.

Soft lips trail along my bare skin. I hum at the feeling, knowing exactly who they belong to without even needing to open my eyes. The tip of her tongue peeks out between those pouty lips as she kisses, licks, and sucks the skin of my torso leading down to my waistband.

Then, another pair of lips join in on her exploration. These lips have more pressure, and are less full. I know whose they are, just like I know hers. His licks and sucks are more vicious, not caring if he leaves a mark. The contrast of his brutality and her softness is what I crave. It’s the perfect combination, and it's already got me dying for more from both of them.

The weight of Max’s body lays over mine, her mouth just barely moving over mine, taunting me. “How do you want us?”

“However you want, just someone touch my cock. Fuck .” I push my hips up, to emphasize my point.

Adam is still kissing and biting along my abs, but then I feel a hand cup my rock hard erection. I know it’s Max with the way her small hand has a tentative grip on my dick, subtly running her fingers along the rungs of my ladder like she loves to do.

“Like this?” she asks.

“I think he means more like this,” Adam’s deep voice says right before the waistband of my boxers is pulled down and a hot mouth is enveloping my dick.

“Yes, just like that,” I moan, thrusting up into his mouth.

I want to kiss Max, but she stays just out of reach. I try to grab her hair so I can yank her down to me, but I can’t. She’s right there, but I’m unable to grab her.

“Get over here,” I tell her.

She shakes her head. “Make me.”

I try again, but again she’s out of my grasp. How is she so out of reach when she’s right here? I can hardly enjoy the feeling of Adam sucking my dick because she’s getting further and further away from me.

“Max,” I call out.

“Come and get me.”

I wake up. Alone. And with her voice still ringing in my ears, my anger bubbles to the surface. I realize it’s not even from the lack of getting off. It’s because I miss her. I just miss having her around, the fire she brings in any room she walks in. How she forces the three of us to get along. How we all came together for her in the first place.

How she just is. Fuck, I miss her and not knowing if she’s hurt or what’s going on with her is going to drive me insane. The pang in my chest at the unknown is making me feel like I may have given her more of myself than I realized. We need her back and as soon as we do I’m not letting her go.

Nothing will ever tear us apart again.

Pushing myself out of bed, I act on pure instinct as I drive over to Adam’s house. Not thinking about anything else other than how pissed I am and how I just want it to go away. I just want to lose myself like we did before.

He opens the door and I don’t let him say anything before I’m pushing my way inside, slamming the door shut before crashing our mouths together. I move him backward as I try to get lost in the kiss with my mouth on his, but he stops me with a firm shove to my shoulder.

“What’re you doing?” he asks, the gruff edge to his voice gives away that he’s already turned on. That and the fact that I can see his dick tenting his boxers.

“Don’t ask.” I go to grab him again by the back of his head, but he stops me with a hand on my chest.

“You needing something? You show up here in the middle of the night and think you’re going to demand something from me? No, get on your fucking knees. If you want to be desperate for my cock, then I’ll make you beg for it.”

I grit my teeth. I may give up control at times, but I still like to maintain some of it. I remember when Max called me a good boy, and that’s something I’ll never be. Not for Adam and not even for her. Though, right now I’m desperate enough to have her back that maybe I would be. Just once.

“Or you can leave.” He folds his arms across his chest.

I keep my eyes locked on his, clenching my jaw as I drop down to my knees in front of him. He smirks and I bite my tongue.

“Take what you want.” He nods in my direction and I know this is what I can expect from him.

But it’s also exactly what I need to get lost, even if it’s only for a minute. Everything is out of my control. I feel on edge and like I want to crawl out of my skin. So I don’t let myself think about it too much as I reach for the waistband of his boxers, pulling them down to reveal the rest of his tattooed skin to me.

The muscles on his bare chest bunch as his cock bobs in front of my face, and I run my tongue along my bottom lip. He grabs the hair at the top of my head, tilting it back, making me look up at him first.

“You’re going to suck me nice and good while you fuck your fist.”

I try to nod, but his grip is so tight my scalp burns and I love the pain.

"Reach into your pants and take out your cock then. I want to see how you're going to touch yourself."

I do what he says without taking my eyes off him. Gripping my cock, I rub the piercings with my palm as I fist myself.

“Be good and put my cock in your mouth,” he demands. And even though I want to put up a fight, I want to get lost more. I want to use him and have him use me. I want to just be for right now.

“Yes, Coach.” Without hesitation, I use my free hand to fist his base and guide his length into my mouth as I squeeze the head of mine, feeling the pleasure shoot down my spine as I suck him into the back of my throat.

Moaning around him, I hollow my cheeks, sucking as I move my fist along my cock, teasing the piercings of my ladder, adding to my own pleasure.

“That’s so good, Drew. You take my cock so fucking well,” Adam groans. “You know what would make this better?”

“Hm,” I hum around him.

“When we get Max back you both can suck my cock, just like the perfect little sluts you are. You want to share my dick with our girl like this?”

I suck harder at the thought, while squeezing my fist around my throbbing dick, thrusting my hips up to meet my strokes at the thought alone.

“Or maybe she could be in your lap with your dick buried in her pussy while I fuck your mouth.”

I moan again, pushing him deeper into my throat.

“Caine could watch and see how you both are so good for me,” he grits out. “So good at listening to your coach and being used like you both want to be.”

I let out a muffled, “ Fuck, ” as I work my hand harder over myself. When Adam’s hands grab the back of my head and he starts to fuck into my mouth, I let him, matching his pace with strokes on my dick.

“I’ll fill up your mouth and not let you swallow. Then, I’ll let you kiss Max so she can taste my cum on your tongue. After that, you both can swallow me.” He thrusts harder; I gag around him but he doesn’t let up and it only spurs me on to jack myself harder, my orgasm starting while I choke on Adam’s cock.

Before I fully register what’s happening, Adam yanks me off his dick by my hair, pulling me to stand. He slams our mouths together furiously once again. Licking, sucking, and biting my tongue and lips while he takes both our cocks in his hand, rubbing them together.

I groan into his mouth, thrusting against him. I reach down to squeeze both of us even harder with my hand while he bites down on my lip hard enough to draw blood. I’m about to beg him to fuck me, or let me fuck him. Just something, but I’m so close, too close.

“Fuck, gonna come,” he groans, holding the back of my head and his grip on both our dicks tightens almost to the point of pain.

Hot spurts of cum hit my skin, while mine do the same to him as my orgasm takes over. We’re both breathing hard against each other’s lips while we come down.

We part without saying anything, I look down between us at the cum covering our skin and walk over to the sink to wash off what I can. When I turn around he has his boxers pulled up, but is still missing his shirt, just like when I showed up.

“You want to stay?” he asks and it takes me off guard a bit. We never did sleepovers after messing around. Except with Max.

“Why would I stay?” I snap harsher than I probably should.

“Just offering.” He shrugs.

“When we have Max back, I will. Because the only bed I’ll share is the one that has her in it,” I state firmly. With that, I head home, impatient for the day when that can happen again.