Page 38 of Marking Mia

“Yeah,” I lie, clutching my purse closer with my good hand.

The men exchange glances over my head. I can feel the weight of unspoken communication passing between them. Finn starts the engine, and the vibration hums through the seat and into my bones.

“Can I... can I stay with you all? Just for tonight?” I ask in a small voice.

The SUV goes silent, and the men stop talking.

I can hear everyone’s breathing, including my own, suddenly loud in the confined space. I don’t dare look up, afraid to see rejection or, worse, pity in their eyes. Seconds stretch into what feels like hours until Kane speaks.

“You think we’d take you back to that piece of shit?” His voice is rough, almost angry. It makes me flinch. “Look at me, Mia.”

I turn my head slowly, meeting his eyes. The way he’s staring at me takes my breath away.

“We would never let you go back there. Not tonight. Not ever,” Kane growls. “That fucking animal hurt you. He put his hands on you. If he ever comes near you again, I’ll tear him apart with my bare hands. Do you understand me?”

The vehemence in his voice should frighten me. Instead, a rush of warmth floods through me, settling low in my belly.

“Yes,” I whisper, unable to look away from him.

“Good girl,” he says, and the praise sends another wave of heat through me. Something about the way he said it makes my heart pit-patter wildly in my chest.

Finn pulls the SUV out of the hospital parking lot, the movement making me sway. Without thinking, I lean against Kane’s solid arm, my head resting on his shoulder. He stiffens for a second, then relaxes, his body heat warming me through his jacket.

“You comfortable?” he asks, his voice softer now.

I nod, the fabric of his jacket rubbing against my cheek. The pain medication is making me float, but it’s also lowering my inhibitions, making me hyper-aware of Kane’s masculine scent. His scent is very woodsy and intoxicating, and the firmness of his body next to mine is making my pussy throb.

On my other side, Jace shifts closer, his thigh pressing against mine. He rests his hand casually on my knee. Even though it seems casual to him, the weight of his palm sends a jolt of electricity straight to my core.

“How’s the wrist feeling?” Jace asks, his fingers tracing small, soothing circles on my thigh.

“Better,” I manage to say breathlessly, though my voice sounds weak to my own ears. “The meds are working.”

“Good,” he murmurs, his hand firmly squeezing my thigh, which makes my pussy instantly clench.

What is happening to me?I’ve never reacted this way to a man’s touch before- definitely not Justin’s. But Jace’s hand on my thigh is making my entire body hum with awareness, andKane’s solid presence beside me feels like a magnet pulling me closer.

A strange heat begins to build between my legs, an insistent throbbing that won’t stop. To my horror, I feel wetness gathering, soaking through my panties in a way I’ve never experienced before. This isn’t normal arousal. This is something entirely different, something overwhelming and primal.

My face flushes hot with embarrassment as I realize that fluid is leaking from me, a steady pulse of wetness that seems to increase with every breath I take. What’s wrong with me? Is this a side effect of the medication?

The SUV suddenly feels warmer, the air thicker. I shift uncomfortably in my seat, pressing my thighs together, which only intensifies the sensation. My heart races, and my breathing quickens. I risk a glance at Kane’s face. His nostrils are flared, and his eyes are darker than before.

Can he smell me?The thought is mortifying yet strangely exciting. I look down and freeze.

Kane’s erection strains against his dark jeans, the outline visible even in the dim light of the car. It’s massive, the thick ridge pushing against the fabric so forcefully that I can see the seams straining. The zipper looks ready to burst from the pressure, creating a bulge so prominent it’s impossible to miss.

His cock twitches visibly beneath the denim, a powerful thrust that makes my mouth go dry.

I can’t look away. My breath comes faster and shorter as I stare at the evidence of his arousal.

Compared to Justin’s, there’s no comparison at all. Justin was always small, barely noticeable, even when fully hard. But Kane... God, Kane looks like he could split me in two with that thing.

Another gush of wetness flows between my legs at the thought.

I tear my gaze away, only to find myself looking at Jaceinstead. He’s watching me with hooded eyes, his pupils dilated. Like Kane, his erection is clearly visible in his jeans, straining against the fabric. His hand on my thigh has stilled, his fingers digging in slightly.

I think about Justin, about our lackluster sex life, and how he’d always finish in minutes, leaving me unsatisfied and empty. These men seem different. They seem like they’d take their time. Like they’d ensure I was pleased before thinking of themselves.

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