Uncaged Obsessions (Uncaged Duet #2)

48. Adam

CHAPTER 48

ADAM

“ Y ou both love me?” Max questions.

“You know we do,” I respond easily, answering for both of us, putting Athena away.

“What about…each other?” She hesitates and I look over at Drew who’s just as surprised by the question as I am.

“What’re you getting at, baby girl?”

“I think you two have more feelings for each other than you want to admit, but you should.” She places her hands on her hips, looking between the two of us.

“I think you’re seeing things, little one. We’re in this for you,” Drew insists. I can’t explain the way I feel when a small part of me was wondering if he would have a different response. Like maybe she was right and there is more between us. But it’s all because of her.

Neither of us would have let anything progress between us beyond the physical if we weren’t in this situation with her. With her pulling the emotions from us, albeit unwillingly.

“Am I? Because I’ve seen how you look at Adam when you don’t think anyone notices.” She raises an eyebrow at him, and I do the same.

“Like what?” I question.

“You’ve always been a bit overly protective when it comes to him, you don’t think that means anything?” She swings her gaze over to me.

“I show the same level of protectiveness to all my fighters that get injured,” I insist, folding my arms over my chest.

“You both can stay in denial, but I know it’s not true and you should just admit it. Make things easier.” Max shrugs.

“Makes what easier, baby girl?”

“You two realizing it’s okay to have feelings. It’s even more okay to admit them.”

“We did,” Drew insists.

“For me.”

“We aren’t going to lie,” I tell her, seriously.

“Would it be a lie?” she questions.

I open my mouth to say something, but snap it shut as I really think about it. How I feel about Drew is different than how I feel about Max, but not entirely. With her, the love I feel is easy, it’s natural and like it should have always been there. With Drew I feel…out of control. Like he tests me, but I want to protect him. I want him to succeed, just not at the expense of ruining his body.

At the base of it all I want them both happy. I want them to do things that make them happy, be around people that make them happy even if it’s not me. Even if they are it for me.

Oh fuck.

I do love him.

With the way he’s acting, though, I don’t think he feels the same way and I’m not about to force my fucked up feelings on him. We’ve forced enough on Max, I’m not about to do that to him. We’re all in this relationship and it works, there’s no need to do anything to alter it like she’s trying to do.

“Why does it matter, little one? Is this not enough for you?”

“Of course it is, but I don’t want you two walking around with suppressed feelings because you don’t think you can admit them,” she insists.

“Then what if we did?” I say suddenly.

“Did what?” she questions.

“Admit we have feelings.” I try to keep my voice even.

“Do you?” Her eyes widen.

“Yeah, do you?” Drew asks, his own shock written all over his face, but he does a good job hiding any other emotion he may be feeling.

“Would that be the worst thing in the world?” I stand tall, ready to defend and deny if I need to.

“No, I just…Do you?” Drew shakes his head with the question.

“Yeah, do you?” Max goads slightly.

I grind my teeth, regretting saying anything. I struggled enough admitting my feelings for Max, and I haven’t even considered feelings for Drew. So, instead of anything else I turn to what I know is a distraction for all of us. Especially at times like this when I don’t want to talk about emotions or anything resembling them.

Which is always.

“How about you two stop with the questions and do what you’re told. Max, go over there.” I nod toward a chair across the room.

I see defiance shine in her eyes, but before she has a chance to say anything I speak again, “Drew, strip.”

He has his own internal battle about arguing with me, and I silently dare them both to do just that. They can either argue about this. Or they can let it happen on my terms and we all end up happy in the end. Up to them.

Luckily, for all of us they decide to listen. Drew reaches behind his head, pulling his shirt off revealing his toned chest. Max stares at him, and is still unmoving.

“Max, go get the lube.”

This time, she goes, listening like the good little girl she is for me. For all of us. Jumping into action to go get the bottle of lube from my room. When she comes back she hands it to me, and then goes to sit down, squirming slightly when she sees Drew is down to only his boxers.

“We always said this doesn’t mean anything,” I say to Drew.

“Never has.” He nods.

“But what if it did?” I reach behind my neck, pulling my own shirt up over my head.

“What if it did what?” he asks with narrowed eyes.

“Mean something.”

“Does it?”

“You tell me.” I step forward, teasing the waistband of his boxers, but not pulling them down or reaching in yet.

“What would it mean?” he asks weakly.

I raise an eyebrow.

“Is this only for her?” His voice drops quieter, almost like it’s just for us, but I know Max can still hear.

“No. This is for us,” I admit, hoping he understands.

“So, does it mean something then?” Drew reaches down to my pants, popping the button on them.

I swallow roughly, the song and dance we’ve always played around this has been the same for awhile. Though, it has been different for awhile this is the first time it’s being spoken. And I finally do.

“Yeah. It does.”

His mouth drops open, but I don’t allow him to say anything, grabbing the back of his neck, and pulling his lips onto mine roughly. I faintly hear Max’s gasp, but my focus is solely on Drew. On proving to both of us that this can, and does, mean something. We may have been lying before, but I’m done lying now.

He better be too, because I’m not going to be the only one putting myself out on a limb like this. He meets my fierce kiss with one of his own, and I know this means something for him too. It has to. We can deny it all we want, but this isn’t nothing.

It hasn’t been for awhile.

I yank on his waistband, pulling his boxers down, immediately wrapping my hand around his cock that’s hard, and already dripping from the tip.

“You want this, don’t you?” I ask into his mouth, pulling his bottom lip between my teeth roughly.

He groans, thrusting forward into my hand and I squeeze tighter around him. “Yeah, you do. Gonna show Max what a good boy you are for me.”

Drew snarls, but it quickly turns into a moan when I rub against his piercings. “Not a fucking good boy for you.”

“Yeah you are, you fucking love listening to your coach,” I grind out with another rough tug on his dick.

He grunts in response, and starts yanking at my pants, trying to get them off my body as quickly as possible while I continue to work my fist over him.

“How about you tell our girl over there what she’s going to do while she watches me fuck you,” I demand.

The small amount of control I give him has him smirking over at Max while I run my lips along his throat, continuing to let him use my hand as he thrusts into it.

“Let’s see you touch that pretty little pussy of yours. I want to watch you come apart while coach fucks me,” Drew tells her, and she sucks her bottom lip in between her teeth, barely concealing the small moan she lets out.

I take my hand off Drew to help him push down my pants the rest of the way, joining the rest of our clothes on the floor.

“This what you want, baby girl? Want to see us admit our feelings for each other while you rub that sweet cunt for us?” I ask, guiding Drew over to the couch, instructing him without words into the position I want him in.

“This is even more than I wanted,” she admits, “But I want to see more before I dare touch myself.”

“See more of what?” I question.

“All of it.”

Drew is bent over the arm of the couch, while I settle behind him, already pouring some of the lube between his cheeks, spreading them apart and rubbing the area between them with the liquid. Then, coating one of my fingers in it I press against the tight bud, just barely pressing the tip inside and he’s already groaning, trying to push back and get more.

“So fucking needy, aren’t you? Such a desperate fuck toy for me,” I groan, pushing my finger in all the way.

“More,” he pleads. “If this means something, I want everything you’re going to give me.”

“That so?” I ask, pushing another finger in and he clenches, groaning loudly with the invasion.

“Yeah, fuck me,” he moans loudly.

“I’m going to, and you’re going to say how it feels. No holding back.”

“Fuck, okay, yes. Whatever gets you to fuck me,” he practically begs and I love when he gets desperate like this. The only thing that would make it better is Max begging alongside him.

I like that she’s just watching like a good little girl. My eyes look up to meet hers, and she’s clenching her thighs tightly together, eyes locked on us and barely even looks like she’s breathing. It seems like she doesn’t want to do anything to disrupt this moment and knows that it’s for Drew and me. Even if she was the reason for us coming together in this way. This moment is about us. This is just us.

“You sure you’re ready?” I ask Drew, scissoring my fingers and he tries to push back onto me more.

“Yes, so fucking ready,” he says through clenched teeth.

Instead of teasing him more, I pull my hand away and start to coat my dick in the lube before dripping more onto his ass for good measure.

“This what you wanted to see baby girl? Wanted to see me fuck him, knowing that for once it actually means something?” I ask Max, lining up against Drew’s ass.

“Yeah, but I want you doing this for yourselves and for each other,” she encourages.

I grip Drew’s hair tightly, yanking his head back. “What do you say, is this for us?”

He nods against my hold. “Yeah, it’s for us.”

“So good for me.” I can’t help but tease him a bit, but then I’m pushing into his tightness that any retort he may have had dies on his tongue.

Our moans mix together as his heat envelopes my cock and it feels so fucking good. I never would’ve thought it would actually feel different knowing that this is more than just sex, but it does. Somehow, in someway, it really does.

When I’m fully seated, my pelvis pressed completely against him we both let out a loud moan. My eyes look up to find Max to see her reaction. She’s completely fixated on us, unmoving, barely breathing as she watches us.

Knowing she’s here, knowing her feelings for us and the fact that she knows our feelings for each other only add to the moment, and I pull my hips back before thrusting forward roughly. Grabbing onto his shoulder, I pull him back as I thrust forward and fuck him harder than I feel like I ever have.

“How does it feel?” I groan.

“Feels like your type of love is fucking brutal. Which is exactly what I need,” he moans and fuck if that doesn’t make me fuck him harder.

“You saying you need my type of love?” I can’t help but ask. The word a lot less scary coming from my lips than it was before.

“Yeah, just like you need mine.” I see the way he’s gripping the couch with white knuckles as he takes everything I give him.

“I do,” I grunt in agreement because I do.

Our lives wouldn’t be complete without each other in them. We have Max, and it wouldn’t be complete without her, but if we had to walk around denying each other forever, something would always be missing. We may fight to admit it, it’s the truth.

“I need your love that pushes me, that fights back and that also accepts every fucked up battered and broken piece of me,” I admit, leaning over his back to wrap my hand around his cock as I keep a steady pace of thrusts, matching them with my fist.

“Fuck yes,” he moans, dropping his forehead down and I know the time for talking is done, he’s going to come and I’m not going to be far behind.

I look up and see Max has finally moved her hand into her pants, and is touching herself watching us. It’s like she needed us to admit that to each other. That is the final straw she needed.

Drew groans loudly, pushing into my hand and back against me seconds before he’s coming, I feel the warmth coat my hand as he shudders underneath me. I’m unable to hold back any longer myself, pushing in deep while moaning my own release, coming louder and harder than I think I ever have.

Max’s cries mix with ours and in this moment nothing necessarily changed, because it’s how it’s been. We’ve just finally admitted it. That within itself is enough to acknowledge that everything changed.

That this isn’t just fun for us. This is everything.