43. Micah
FORTY-THREE
MICAH
Sage releases his thumb. Then she turns and looks at the rest of us. “I want all of you.”
Every man at the table straightens at once. Knox leans down and presses his mouth to hers, kissing her slowly. When he lets her go, she turns back to me, putting one knee on either side of my chair and settling into my lap. “I want all of you.”
Her mouth comes down on mine.
I catch her hips as she kisses me, hungry and demanding, her fingers burying in my curls. She tastes like mint toothpaste and sleep. Her body is warm beneath the T-shirt, bare except for the thin cotton between her thighs.
Around us, paper moves.
Holden swears as he starts gathering files. Milo snatches his peanut butter jar away from the edge.
“There are limits to what I want mixed into my snacks.”
Sage breaks the kiss long enough to glare at him. “You’re eating celery.”
“Exactly. I’m suffering enough.”
I laugh against her mouth.
She bites my lower lip.
“Pay attention, Micah.”
“Yes, baby girl.”
Her hands drop between us and open my jeans. I lift my hips while she pulls me free, then hook my fingers into the side of her panties and drag them aside.
She’s already wet.
I slide two fingers through her and she shudders, forehead dropping to mine.
“Tell me if you need slow, baby girl.”
“I don’t.”
I grip her hips. She rises just enough to position me, then sinks down.
We both groan.
Her body takes me in one slow, tight pull, her knees braced on either side of the chair. For a few seconds, she doesn’t move. She just sits with me buried inside her, breathing against my mouth.
Then Knox steps up behind her.
His hands slide beneath the shirt and close over her breasts. Sage arches into him, rolling her hips against me. The movement drags a curse out of my throat.
“That’s it, Fury,” Knox murmurs against her ear. “Take what you want.”
She does.
She rides me hard, one hand gripping my shoulder while the other reaches back for Knox. He catches her wrist and holds it against his chest. His other hand travels down her stomach, stopping just above where our bodies meet.
Milo appears at my side.
“Can I?” he asks her.
Sage grabs his hand and puts it where she wants it.
His fingers find her clit.
Her whole body jerks around me.
“Fuck.”
“Look at the way you take Micah’s dick, kitten,” Milo says, his voice rough. “So fucking wet and silky.”
“Slower,” Holden says.
Milo glances over his shoulder.
Holden stands directly behind him, close enough that Milo’s head would touch his stomach if he leaned back. His eyes are on Milo’s hand between Sage’s thighs.
“She’s close,” Holden says. “Don’t rush her past it.”
For once, Milo doesn’t make a joke.
He slows. His eyes stay on Holden’s for one charged second before dropping back to Sage.
Then Sage rocks down on me and everything narrows to heat.
“Micah.” Her fingers tighten in my hair. “Kiss me.”
I take her mouth.
Eli’s hand settles at the back of my neck.
I open my eyes.
He’s standing beside us, his gaze fixed on mine. Sage turns her head and catches his mouth while she keeps riding me, her breath breaking between kisses. Eli’s thumb moves over my pulse.
When she pulls away, he leans down and kisses me.
There’s no hesitation left in it. No need to pretend this is only for her. His mouth is firm and familiar, the taste of him hitting deep in my chest while Sage moves between us and Knox holds her steady from behind.
Milo’s fingers circle.
Sage comes apart.
Her cry catches between my mouth and Eli’s. Her body clamps around me, hard enough to pull me over with her. I bury my face against her throat and come deep inside her, holding her through every shudder. “Holy fuck, baby girl.”
She leans back. “More.”
Knox lifts Sage from my lap and sets her on the edge of the table. Her shirt disappears over her head. Panties pulled free. The black knee socks stay.
Milo stares at them. “Those things have an unreasonable amount of power.”
“Take your pants off,” Holden tells him.
Milo looks at him.
“Was that for the room, or are you issuing me a personal directive?”
Holden steps closer. “Does it matter?”
Milo’s grin flickers.
Then he obeys.
Sage watches them, eyes bright, before reaching for Holden. He catches her behind the neck and kisses her, filthy and possessive. Knox braces one hand between her shoulder blades and guides her down until her chest meets the table.
Holden moves behind her.
“Still what you want, wildcat?”
She pushes her hips back against him. “Does that answer your question?”
He slides into her with a groan.
Her fingers claw at the wood.
Knox steps in front of her and Sage reaches for him. She frees his cock, wraps her hand around the thick base and takes him into her mouth.
His hand settles in her hair. “Fury.”
“My God, kitten. Just look at you getting spit roasted across the table. I’m so jealous I might have to come on your back.” Milo moves beside Holden, one hand drifting toward his cock.
Holden catches his wrist.
Milo goes still.
“Here,” Holden says, placing Milo’s hand flat against the small of her back. “Keep her down.”
Their fingers overlap for a beat.
Milo looks at him again.
“Don’t move,” Holden says. “Don’t touch yourself until she’s ready for you.”
Milo doesn’t.
Holden starts to fuck her in deep, controlled strokes while Milo holds her to the table and watches every movement of his hips. Sage moans around Knox, the sound vibrating through him. His head tips back.
Eli pulls me to my feet.
I’m barely steady, but he doesn’t give me time to recover. His mouth finds mine as he backs me against the table near the others. My hands slide beneath his shirt, over lean muscle and heated skin. He presses against me, hard through his pants.
I reach between us.
His breath breaks.
“You want me?” I ask.
His gaze flicks to Sage, then returns to me. “Yes. Fuck yes.”
I open his pants and wrap my hand around him. He grips the table behind me while I stroke him, his forehead pressed to mine.
Across from us, Sage pulls off Knox with a gasp.
“Milo.”
He turns immediately.
She reaches for him and he steps close enough for her to take him into her mouth.
He groans as she sucks him in, her lips stretching around him, eyes locked on his.
One of his hands braces against the table, the other in her hair, guiding her pace.
On the next pass, she tilts her head and returns to Knox, tongue working the thick length of him as she watches his face shift from impassive hunger to something almost breakable.
She alternates—Milo, then Knox—spit slicking her chin, both men’s hips flexing, each time a little less self-control, a little more raw need.
Milo lets out a cracked laugh. “Fuck, kitten, you’re going to ruin me.”
“Line starts behind me,” Knox rumbles, but his voice is barely a vibration, low and hungry.
Holden’s rhythm stutters as he watches, the fingers on her hip digging deeper. “So fucking greedy, wildcat. Look at you.”
She doesn’t stop. Just keeps switching between them like there’s nothing left but white-hot focus, a singular, devouring need. When it seems like she can’t breathe, Knox retreats with a smear of spit and a swipe of his thumb over her lips.
Her face is wet, jaw trembling. She presses her cheek to Milo’s thigh and just breathes for a second. He strokes her hair, a rare soft touch. “Need a break, kitten?”
“Did I tell you to stop?” she growls, and gets a snort from Knox, who crowds her back toward his dick, relentless but reverent.
Eli and I both watch, kissing and touching, enjoying each other and the show.
Holden breaks next. I see it happen—the stutter in his rhythm, his fingers digging into Sage’s hip. His jaw locks. His eyes stay open, fixed on where their bodies meet, and he comes with a sound dragged up from somewhere deep, his whole body going rigid behind her.
“Fuck. Wildcat—”
Sage moans around Milo, and that’s all it takes.
Milo’s head tips back. “Oh, shit—kitten, I’m gonna—” His hand fists in her hair, his hips jerk, and he comes with a broken laugh like it hurts. “Oh my God. Oh my God.”
She takes everything he gives her. When he finally sags, she lets him go slowly, and he drops to his knees beside the table like his legs forgot their job.
“Tell my mother I died happy,” he wheezes.
Holden pulls out carefully and drags one hand down Sage’s spine—possessive, reverent. Then he looks at Eli.
“Your turn.”
I release my grip around his cock, but his hand catches the back of my head, his lips brushing mine. “Go and get the lube.”
I don’t need to be told twice.
The bathroom cabinet holds what I need, and I’m back in under a minute, but the kitchen has already rearranged itself without me.
Eli is between Sage’s thighs, buried in her to the hilt.
Her legs are wrapped around his waist, black socks against his bare back, and she’s twisted to the side with Knox in her mouth again—one hand braced on the table for balance and the other fisted in Knox’s thigh while he feeds into her with slow, controlled rolls of his hips.
The sounds she makes around him are obscene.
Gorgeous. Her whole body rocks with every thrust Eli gives her, and he’s giving her everything, his control gone, his face raw and open in a way I’ve only ever seen when he forgets to hide.
Holden is on a chair now watching, one hand lazily working himself back to hardness. Milo is still on the floor, recovering, but his eyes are glued to the table.
Eli’s gaze finds me over his shoulder. He’s waiting. His hips don’t stop.
“You know what I want,” he says. Rough. Barely a voice at all.
I cross to him. Pop the cap. Slick myself first, then coat my fingers and position myself behind him. I press my lips to his back, my fingers sliding down between his cheeks, finding him hot and tight. I press one finger in.
Eli groans, deep and broken, and his rhythm stutters.
“Don’t you dare slow down,” Sage says, pulling off Knox for half a breath, her eyes dark and glassy. “Either of you.”
“Yes, baby girl.”
I work him open carefully. One finger, then two, taking my time even though my whole body is screaming at me to hurry. He’s tight around me, clenching every time Sage tightens around him, and I can feel the chain of it—her pleasure running through him into my hand.
“Micah.” His head drops forward. “Now. I’m ready, just—now.”
I line up behind him and push in.
Slow. Steady. He takes me with a sound I’ve never heard from him before, something punched out of his chest, and Sage gasps because the depth of it drives him deeper into her. For a second we all go still—the three of us locked together, me in him, him in her, Knox’s hand gentle in her hair.
Then we move.
It takes a few thrusts to find the rhythm, but when we do, it’s devastating.
I drive forward and Eli drives into her and Sage moans around Knox and the whole table creaks with us.
Eli’s back is slick with sweat under my hands.
I hold his hips and fuck him and every time I bottom out, he bottoms out in her, and she takes it, demands it, her nails scoring red lines down his arms.
“Look at them,” Holden says from his chair, voice low and wrecked. “Fucking look at you all. Perfection, wildcat.”
She hums around Knox in answer, and his head tips back, jaw tight, the last of his composure fraying at the edges.
Eli is shaking apart between us. I can feel it in the way his legs tremble, the way his breath comes in ragged bursts.
I lean over his back and press my mouth between his shoulder blades, and he turns his head, searching.
I kiss him over his shoulder, messy and open, and he comes with my name in his mouth, pulsing around me, driving so deep into Sage that she cries out around Knox and follows him over.
That’s it for me.
I bury my face against his neck and let go, holding him through it, the three of us shuddering together while Knox pulls gently from Sage’s mouth and finishes across her chest with a low growl, marking her while she laughs—breathless, wrecked, radiant.
The kitchen is quiet except for breathing and the dishwasher finishing its cycle like none of this happened.
Milo breaks it, obviously.
“I would like the record to show that surveillance summits are now my favorite form of governance.”
Holden throws Sage’s discarded shirt at his face.
“Time to get you clean, Fury.” Knox gathers her into his arms, the rest of us sagging naked in our chairs, breaths ragged. Sage sighs contentedly, nestled against Knox’s chest. “That was fun. I love that my men are finally fucking each other during group time. Really brings the family together.”
Holden chuckles. “Not all of us, wildcat.”
Milo grins, stretching his arms above his head until his spine pops. “Hey, if this is how we plan ops from now on, sign me up—murder and ménage, the ultimate team-building exercise.”