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She was a goner.
Suddenly, he gripped her hips, vaulted up her body, and pushed his cock through her swollen, sensitive flesh—all the way to the hilt. She bit her lip to hold in a wail.
He grabbed her hair again and tugged, then ran his tongue up her neck before settling his lips against her ear. “You hold that scream until you’re going to come. Then you shout to the rooftops. I want your cry echoing around our bedroom. Yes?”
“Yes,” she panted out. “Yes…”
Apparently satisfied that she’d yielded herself to him, he pumped inside her furiously, the headboard slamming the wall, his crest scraping every tingling nerve ending, his rough breath shuddering across her skin. Raine tossed her arms around him, nails digging, hips rocking as she urged him on. Of its own volition, her back arched, her sex clenched tight on him.
“Come for me, Raine. You scream hard.”
God, she didn’t think she could stop it. Another thrust had her gasping. A second pushed her senses higher. The next had her wailing something high-pitched, an almost inhuman keening as pleasure broke inside her. Relief, adoration, and a heart full of love followed, eventually turning her cry of ecstasy into one of gratitude.
Liam was right there with her, seizing her mouth and smothering the last of her moan as he released inside her with a bellowing growl.
Seconds later, he rolled off her, still panting. “Jesus, woman…”
Raine would have giggled if she’d had the energy—and if her worries about Hammer hadn’t all come back in a cold splash. “I love you.”
As if he sensed her change in mood—or flipped the same switch himself—he rose. “I love you, too. Now up with you. We have work to do.”
When he made for the bathroom, she caught him by the arm again and kissed him. “Thanks for listening.”
He stroked her cheek. “I’ll always listen, even if I don’t like it.”
Since they’d bathed last night, Raine rinsed off quickly, washing her face and brushing her teeth. She didn’t bother with makeup, just drew her long hair into a messy bun, threw on some cargo pants and a loose black shirt. When she looked up, Liam was waiting for her in a pair of jeans and a T-shirt, hair freshly combed.
Together, they made their way to the kitchen, hand in hand, only to find everyone waiting for them.
“Top of the morning, all,” Liam greeted and pulled her closer to kiss her forehead before he let her go.
Raine looked around the room—and froze. One glance at their faces, and she knew they’d heard everything.
Oh, god… A hot flush crawled up her face.
“You did that on purpose,” she whispered.
Liam just grinned.
She wished the ground would swallow her up, but no. Duncan merely cleared his throat and pretended great interest in his placemat. Bryn wore a little smile as she dished up piping hot portions of a breakfast casserole. Beck didn’t bother with anything that subtle; he just laughed outright. Seth winked at her and held up his hand to Liam for a high five. Her beautiful Irishman slapped palms with his friend. Then she made the mistake of looking at River’s face.
Her brother gripped the arms of his chair with white knuckles, giving Liam a look that was locked and loaded and ready to kill.
As the others made small talk and Liam poured coffee, she rushed to River’s side and hugged him, setting her mouth against his ear. “Don’t do this.”
He kissed her temple. To everyone else, the gesture probably looked tender, but he radiated tension. “He violated you.”
“I started it. I wanted him to.” She pulled back enough to look into his eyes, so much like her own. She could see the storm brewing there. “You ever been in love?”
“No.”
“Then you don’t understand and I don’t want to hear it. I love him. I love Hammer, too. Accept it or leave.”
When she released River and turned away, she found Liam watching them closely, attuned to her for any sign of distress. She flashed him the best smile she could muster and held out her arms to him. He embraced her, curling her against his body, tucking her under his arm.
“It smells good, Mum.”
“I timed it just right.” She handed him a plate.
As Bryn slid the steaming dishes across the island, Raine grabbed them. One by one, she set plates in front of all the other men. River took his in silence.
When Liam’s mother handed her an extra-large portion, Raine balked, but the woman wouldn’t hear her protests.
“You’ve eaten next to nothing for days.”
And she was eating for two. “Thanks, Bryn.”
As they all crowded around the little kitchen table, Raine in Liam’s lap, her Irishman took a hearty bite and swallowed back coffee. “We appreciate you coming this morning. As you know, things aren’t looking good for Macen.”
Liam filled the others in on the latest developments in the case.
