Page 133 of Found by the Pack

Sadie lets out a shaky laugh. “This feels like a contract negotiation.”

Boone smirks, the tension in his jaw easing.

Then she shifts, the hem of Boone’s shirt riding up over her thighs. “So… trial run?”

Her voice is teasing, but I can see the flush on her cheeks. She’s serious.

Boone’s brows lift. “Now?”

“Why not?” Shepard says quietly.

My heart kicks hard against my ribs. I should say no. This is insane. But the thought of touching her again, with them, with no walls, has me half-hard already.

Boone rises and disappears into his bedroom, leaving us in tense silence. When he comes back, he’s holding a small bottle. He sets it on the table with a heavy thunk.

“Lube,” he says simply. “If we’re doing this, we do it right.”

Sadie’s breath catches. My mouth goes dry. Shepard adjusts his glasses, the only sign that he’s rattled.

Boone looks at her. “You set the pace. You say stop, we stop. Understood?”

She nods, biting her lip.

He turns to us. “Same goes for you two.”

I swallow hard. “Yeah. Understood.”

Shepard murmurs agreement.

Sadie pushes up from the chair, the T-shirt slipping further down her shoulder, exposing the curve of her collarbone. She crosses the room, deliberate in every step, and stands before us like she’s deciding where to begin.

Boone reaches out first, tugging her gently onto his lap as he sits back down. She settles against him, small compared to his broad frame. His hands bracket her thighs.

Shepard shifts forward on the couch, his eyes never leaving her. I can’t stop staring either, my breath coming shallow.

“Come here,” Sadie says softly, looking at me.

I hesitate only a second before moving closer. She reaches out, fingers brushing my jaw, pulling me in. Her lips meet mine, warm, insistent, and the world tilts.

Boone’s hand slides up her thigh as we kiss, his low growl rumbling against her back. Shepard curses under his breath, the sound sharp in the quiet room.

She pulls away from me, turns to Shepard next. He leans in and their mouths meet, his hand cupping her cheek like he’s afraid she’ll break.

Boone’s eyes flick to me over her shoulder. It’s a challenge and a truce all at once.

Sadie pulls back, breathless, eyes shining. “See? Not so impossible.”

Boone huffs a laugh, his hands spreading wider on her thighs. “We’re just getting started.” He gestures toward me, toward Shepard. “Touch her. She’s yours, too.”

The words slam into me. I reach out, tentative at first, my hand brushing up her calf, higher, until I feel the heat of her skin beneath the shirt. Shepard mirrors me, his hand sliding to her other thigh.

Sadie exhales shakily, leaning back against Boone’s chest, her head tipping onto his shoulder. Her eyes flutter closed.

Boone kisses her temple, murmuring low. “Good girl. Show them what you like.”

She shifts, spreading her legs a little wider, and the shirt rides up, baring her slick cunt. My breath stutters. Shepard’s hand twitches against her skin.

Boone picks up the lube, pressing it into my palm. “Go on,” he says.