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Did it? What if it did?
No. God. If he loved her, why would he say it for the first time off-handed in a song like that. She was a neurotic mess. Fucking hormones!!
She squeezed her eyes shut. Turn off brain. Please, just for tonight. She clutched Mack with one arm and then lifted the other behind her to hold the back of Liam’s neck.
Which reminded her of that night she’d held them close as they’d both taken her. Her panties went damp.
And for the first time all night, all her worries quieted. It was just them. Mack and Liam’s bodies warm on either side of her. The music surrounding them. Perfection.
The next song was a little faster but neither Mack or Liam moved. Calla moved her hips back and forth, grinning when she felt Liam’s hard on against her ass. When she slid forward and ground against the front of Mack’s jeans, she smiled even wider feeling he was hard too. It was such a rush to be able to drive both of them so crazy.
She went up on tiptoe so she could whisper in Mack’s ear. “I’m so wet.”
He growled and pulled her even more roughly against him.
Toby Keith’s I Love This Bar came on and a roar of approval came up from the crowd. People shouted along to the familiar lyrics.
“I’ll go close out our bar tab,” Liam said. Mack nodded at him as he continued holding Calla close even though what they were doing could only loosely be called dancing. She loved every second of it.
By the time Liam came back, they were on to a slow dance and Mack had pulled her so close her body was absolutely cemented against his. Liam pulled her back from Mack and enfolded her in his arms, his hips swaying as he two-stepped with her in a small circle.
“That was my dance you just stole,” Mack growled from behind Liam.
Liam looked over his shoulder and smirked Mack’s direction. “Guess you’ll have to put me in me place once we get back to the hotel.”
Mack’s eyes went dark and Liam licked his lips.
“Oh, I’ll make it a night you won’t forget,” Mack promised.
Calla grinned at both of them, grabbed their arms, and dragged them toward the door.
They could barely keep their hands off each other but Calla forced Mack to sit up front and Liam in back just to torture them. Calla drove since she hadn’t had anything to drink.
What she didn’t foresee was Mack torturing her right back. His hand inched up her leg the entire fifteen-minute ride back to the hotel, along with him whispering the dirty, dirty things he wanted to do to her and Liam.
She was so turned on by the time she pulled into a parking spot that opened up right in front of the hotel, she was about to jump one or the other of them. Or both. Yes, both sounded like a good idea.
But your stomach.
Screw it. She’d just keep her shirt on. She dragged Liam’s face down and kissed him hard as they walked through the front door, Mack’s hands on her waist from behind.
But then Liam jerked away from her. “What the fuck?”
Calla blinked, taken aback by Liam’s loud voice.
“What’s up his ass?” Mack asked.
Calla frowned and shook her head as Liam strode right up to a middle-aged man in a suit who was sitting in one of the lobby chairs.
“What the fuck are you doing here.”
“Well there ya are. Finally. I was beginning to think that blonde slag who kept callin’ saying you’d be here was lying and wasting me time.”
Liam just stared at the man, frozen.
“Well come on now.” The man glared at Liam. “Give your da a hello at least.”
His da—? Calla had barely taken Liam’s father in before a gorgeous, statuesque redhead came running over from the reception desk.
“Baby! I’ve missed you so much!” She threw her arms around Liam and planted a kiss right on his lips.
27
LIAM
Liam was stunned frozen for a moment. And then his brain started processing again.
Brigid was kissing him. While Calla and Mack watched.
He wrenched back from Brigid to glare at her and his da. Only to find Calla skirting them and running toward the elevators while Mack looked at him murderously.
“Shite. Calla!” Liam went to chase after her but Mack stopped him with an iron grip on his elbow. Calla opened the door to the stairs and disappeared. Dammit. He had to go make it right.
“Let go of me,” Liam spoke to Mack through gritted teeth. “This isn’t what it looks like.”
Mack’s jaw worked. “It better not be. If you hurt her, I swear I’ll—”
“Yeah, yeah,” Liam muttered, jerking out of Mack’s grasp and running up the stairs after Calla. Mack was right on his heels. Jaysus, talk about déjà vu.
“Liam!” Brigid called after him right before the door to the stairs shut. “Wait. I just want to talk. Please!”
