Page 73 of Controlled Burn
Ryan followed. Of course he did.
She didn’t ask. She didn’t care.
She wanted this. Needed it. Wanted to be ruined so thoroughly that she couldn’t feel anything but the ache for days.
The door closed behind them, and it felt like crossing into a different world.
Jake kissed her first—hard, hungry, biting. His stubble scraped her jaw, the taste of whiskey rough and reckless on his tongue. She bit back, grinding her hips against his, needing friction, needing to feel something.
She grabbed his belt and dragged him toward the couch, laughing when he stumbled.
Ryan was already behind her, his mouth hot at her neck, hands sliding up under her tank like he’d always belonged there.
Their hands were everywhere. Jake’s big, rough, firefighter’s palms at her waist, under her shirt, squeezing her breasts through the thin fabric of her bra.
Ryan’s fingers tangled in her hair, tugging her head back, exposing her throat to teeth and tongue and threat.
They pressed her between them—two walls of muscle, sweat, smoke and cologne, the scent of men and hunger and inevitability.
Jake’s hand slid down her back, cupping her ass, fingers digging bruises.
Ryan’s mouth was at her ear, breath hot. “You want this?”
She could barely speak—only nod.
They pulled her toward the bedroom, heat buzzing between her legs, anger melting into reckless want.
“Still good?” Jake asked, voice rough, eyes burning.
She peeled her tank off, tossed it to the floor, and stood there in nothing but her bra and a mouthful of venom.
“Shut up and fuck me.”
What happened next was chaos—raw, carnal, filthy.
Jake pushed her down onto the mattress, covering her mouth in another rough kiss. His tongue was greedy, insistent, his teeth nipping at her bottom lip until she moaned into his mouth.
Ryan undid her jeans, yanked them down, fingers tracing the lines of her hips, her thighs, her bare skin. She kicked off her boots, one by one, sending them thumping to the floor.
Jake took her mouth like he wanted to bruise it, fingers digging into her hips hard enough to mark.
Ryan’s touch was slower, deeper—his hands mapping every inch of her, lips trailing fire along her shoulder and spine.
They stripped her, peeled away her clothes until she was nothing but skin and heat between them.
And she didn’t just let it happen.
She led them.
She dropped to her knees, the rug burning against her shins.
One hand wrapped around Jake’s cock, already thick and hot, veins bulging under her palm.
The other found Ryan’s, heavier, already leaking precum—she swiped it with her thumb before licking a bold stripe up his length.
Jake groaned, hips twitching as she stroked him slow, cruel.
Ryan hissed, his hand gripping her hair, forcing her to look up at him, eyes wide.
