Page 89 of Obey

“But if they—”

I silence him with my lips against his, a feather-light graze. “Since when do you worry about the rules, Jace?”

His grip on my wrist loosens enough for me to slip my hand beneath the waistband and wrap my fingers around his thick length. A shattered breath escapes him as I slowly stroke him until his hips lift involuntarily.

“Sugar,” he rasps, slightly panicked, as I ease his boxers down. “We're supposed to be sleeping.”

“We still can.” I murmur, brushing my thumb over his tip. “Just say stop.”

He says nothing, and I take that as my answer. His silence is surrender.

My hand tightens around him, and Jace’s breath hitches—a sharp, inward pull of air. He hardens further against my palm, thick and hot. His next exhale shudders against my temple, uneven now.

Behind me, Nate’s breathing hasn’t changed. Steady. Deep.

Carefully, I lift Nate’s arm from my waist and lower it to the mattress. He shifts slightly but doesn’t wake. Then I move, swinging one leg over Jace’s hips in a slow arc that barely rustles the sheets.

"Sloane." His voice is low, strained, his attention darting toward Nate and Elias. "You're going to get us both in trouble."

But the protest dies as I sink down against him. A tremor runs through his thighs. His hips lift just slightly, involuntarily, before he forces them still. I watch the muscle in his jaw jump.

“We don’t have condoms,” he whispers, like it’s his last line of defense.

“I have the implant.”

He tries to focus, eyes glazing as I rock slowly against him. “You’re sure?”

“Yes, Jace,” I press my mouth to the side of his throat and suck lightly. “I need this.”

A ragged sound escapes him when my piercing drags against the head of his dick with the next slow roll of my hips. His hands come up to grip my waist, but I grab his wrist and move it to my ass, letting his fingers dig in.

“They’ll hear,” he breathes, but his body is already moving with mine.

I pull my shirt over my head and Jace’s eyes brighten, going more green than brown. He’s trying so hard, but every time I move, his control fractures a little more. His breath comes faster. His hips lift again, this time with purpose.

The sheets are tangled at our ankles. San Francisco glows muted through the tinted windows. For one wild heartbeat, I think we’ve made it. We’re alone.

“Sugar—” His voice is frayed, raw. “Please.”

I’m so lost in the slick heat of him, in the way his body responds to mine, that I don’t register the shift in the mattress. Don’t feel the heat of another body moving behind me until a hand closes around my throat and a broad, warm chest is pressed flush against my spine.

Nate’s voice is a rumble against my ear, dark and certain. “Couldn’t even wait for morning.”

There’s a soft click, and lamplight floods the bed.

Elias is already propped on one elbow, watching us with a lazy, predatory smile. “Walked right into the den, Little Doe.”

twenty-two

Controlled Burn

Heat floods my face as I realize neither of them looks remotely surprised. Nate’s chest stays pressed to my back, his hand firm around my throat, while Elias watches from across the bed like waking up to find me straddling Jace is exactly how he expected this night to end.

Jace, beneath me, has the nerve to look vindicated.

Nate’s free hand slides down my torso, flicking my navel ring before his fingers circle slowly between my thighs.

“All that sneaking around, Sola.” His mouth brushes my ear. “You could have simply asked.”