** Paige’s POV **
Before I can catch my breath, before Ryder even has a chance to steady me, Callen is lifting me, his movements sudden and urgent. His hands grip my waist, pulling my ass towards him until I’m on my hands and knees above Ryder.
Callen doesn’t wait, he doesn’t warn me, he just presses into me, claiming the space Ryder was in seconds ago. My head spins, my every nerve ending alive with Ryder’s touch, and now Callen’s forceful hands are adding another layer of fire, burning hotter, demanding more.
“Paige,” he growls, voice rough, a low rumble that shakes through me. “You’re driving me mad. I can’t hold back.”
“Then don’t,” I breathe.
I gasp as he slams into me, thrust after thrust driving me closer and closer to oblivion. Ryder’s mouth finds mine, rough and possessive, h
