Page 46 of Marking Mia

“Finn,” I whisper into the darkness, my fingers working faster. I imagine it’s his hands touching me, his cock pushing into me, stretching me.

I push two fingers inside, but it’s not enough. It’s never enough.

No matter how many times I make myself come, I always feel a strange emptiness afterward, as if my body is waiting for something or someone to fill me.

I rub my clit frantically, fucking myself with my fingers, chasing release.

My belly clenches, and I bite the blanket to muffle my cries as my climax takes over. But I’m still unsatisfied, like an itch that’s been scratched but not quite in the right spot.

Catching my breath, reality crashes back. I’m staying in a stranger’s house, fantasizing about not one but three men I barely know. Tomorrow, I need to return to the apartment I share with Justin and figure out my next move.

Because no matter how good it felt to imagine Finn inside me, no matter how safe I feel here with these men, I can’t stay. This isn’t my life. I don’t belong here, in this beautiful house with these intense men who make me feel things I’ve never felt before.

Tomorrow, I’ll go back to reality. But for tonight, I want to daydream about Finn and the way he called my name, replaying him in my mind as I drift to sleep.

The next morning, I woke up with a dull ache between my legsand the ghost of Kane’s hands still lingering on my skin. My ass feels pleasantly sore from last night’s shower.

I still can’t believe I squirted just from him playing with my ass, and I wonder if that was all real now.

Hell, I didn’t even know that was possible. The memory makes my cheeks flush as I stretch beneath the silk sheets, wondering how I’m supposed to face him this morning.

The sunlight streaming through the curtains tells me I’ve slept later than usual. My wrist throbs dully, reminding me of why I’m here in the first place.

I sit up slowly, wincing at the tenderness in my body. Between Kane washing me so thoroughly last night and my frantic masturbation after seeing Finn, I feel used in the best possible way. But reality is already intruding, reminding me that this isn’t my life.

This beautiful house and these attentive men. None of it belongs to me.

My phone sits on the nightstand, and when I check it, my stomach drops. Three missed calls and a voicemail from Justin. Shit. I don’t even need to listen to know what it says. He’s probably furious that I didn’t come home, and he’s worried about the rent payment.

I sigh, putting the phone down without listening to the message. I need to get back to the apartment today and figure out my next steps.

I can’t stay here forever, no matter how tempting it might be. I need to collect my things, talk to my boss about taking some time off until my wrist heals, and find a new place to live.

Somewhere far away from Justin.

As I swing my legs over the side of the bed, I notice something on the desk that wasn’t there last night: a neatly folded stack of clothes, still with tags attached. I approach cautiously, running my fingers over the soft material of a pair of black leggings and a sapphire blue sweater that looksexactly my size. There’s even a package of new underwear and a bra.

My throat tightens at this unexpected kindness. Who left these? Kane? Finn? Jace? All three? The thought of any of them shopping for clothes for me is both touching and unsettling.How do they know my size? Why are they being so nice to me?

I grab the clothes and head to the bathroom, quickly showering and brushing my teeth with the new toothbrush that has also appeared.

After drying off, I slip into the new clothes, ripping off the tags and marveling at how perfectly everything fits. The leggings hug my curves without digging in, and the sweater is loose in all the right places- comfortable but still flattering. For the first time in ages, I don’t immediately criticize my reflection in the mirror. Justin has conditioned me to see flaws everywhere- my too-round hips, my soft stomach, my full breasts that he calls “sloppy.”

But something about the way these three men look at me makes me feel like the only woman on earth.

I gather my purse, phone, and the few belongings I had with me when Kane brought me here and head downstairs. The house is quieter than I expected, but as I reach the main floor, the smell of pancakes and coffee guides me toward the kitchen.

Jace stands at the stove, flipping pancakes with practiced ease. He’s wearing low-hanging sweatpants and nothing else, his tanned back on full display. The muscles shift beneath his skin as he moves, and I feel a flush creeping up my neck as I remember my dream from last night- his mouth on my breast, his hands on my thighs.

“Good morning, beautiful,” he says without turning around as if sensing my presence. He glances over his shoulder, his bright smile making my stomach flip. “Sleep well?”

“Morning,” I reply, trying to keep my voice steady. “I did. It’s so quiet in this area.”

“It sure is.”

I set my purse on the counter and slide onto one of the high barstools, suddenly aware of how empty the house feels. “Where are Kane and Finn?”

“They went out for a bit. Some errands that couldn’t wait, apparently,” he says, sliding a plate of pancakes in front of me. “Coffee? I made it fresh.”

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