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Time to take control and make sure that anything that happened tonight went at a pace Calla was comfortable with.
Calla’s eyes flicked to the TV and then to the king size bed. Her eyes stopped on the bed. Then her tongue peeked out and she licked her lips.
Did she have any idea the kind of thoughts that gave a man?
Her eyes tentatively bounced between him and Mack. “I don’t want to watch TV.”
It was just a whisper but it was more than fecking enough. Liam had never been happier to not watch TV in his life.
He started but Mack blocked his path, stepping forward and taking her in his arms just like he had outside the door. He kissed her deep again.
The strangest combination of jealousy and arousal hit Liam. He wanted to taste those fucking lips. But watching the way Mack took control of the kiss so masterfully… fuck, it made Liam’s dick jump in his jeans. For a second all he could do was stand and watch.
Mack ran his hands down Calla’s arms until he grabbed hold of her waist and pulled her into his chest. Was he hard already too? Liam caught himself just as his gaze dropped to the front of Mack’s jeans where he pressed into Calla.
He jerked his eyes away. Jaysus. Sure, he’d been open to all sorts of experimentation in his life, but Mack? For feck’s sake, he hated the wanker.
Then again… some of the hottest sex Liam had ever had was hate sex. There’d been Sean, his mate from Uni. Sean had lost Liam’s respect when he came wheedling for cash for some shite pyramid scheme. He was happy to prostitute himself, and his girlfriend, Brigid, for the money. Taking Brigid while she took it out on Sean’s arse had been simultaneously one of the most satisfying and empty moments Liam had ever experienced.
It wouldn’t be empty if it was with Calla and Mack, though. Liam didn’t know how he knew it, but he was as sure of it as he was the fact that the sun would rise tomorrow morning.
Liam stepped toward the two locked in their heated embrace. It felt like the most natural thing in the world to lift the hair off the back of Calla’s neck and start kissing her there.
Jaysus but her skin was soft. His cock got even harder as he leaned down and traced his tongue along the delicate shell of her ear. He could hear her and Mack’s mingled breathing as they kissed.
Calla let out a gasp against Mack’s lips when Liam sucked and then bit down lightly. That was right. He smiled against her skin as a shiver went down her spine. He’d play her body so well she’d be singing his name by the end of the night.
Mack too, the lanky fuck. Maybe this was where they were always meant to end up. Tonight it would be settled between them. Once and for all.
Liam pulled back just enough so he could unbutton his shirt and pull it over his head along with his undershirt. He needed skin to skin contact.
Calla turned to look at him and he’d swear her pupils dilated at seeing him shirtless. He kept his grin to himself. He was in better shape than he’d ever been in his life. Amazing what getting regular exercise and not living off a diet of whiskey and pub food could do for a lad. He’d been knackered every night for the entire first month he’d worked the ranch, but two years later and he was sporting a solid four-pack.
Mack urged Calla to turn her whole body so that she faced Liam. “Touch him,” Mack whispered in her ear, taking over where Liam had left off kissing down the back of her neck. Liam frowned. That was supposed to be his line. He was the one directing this show.
But when Calla licked her lips again in the way that made Liam fecking crazy, he decided it wasn’t worth making an issue of. She reached out a trembling hand toward his chest. Liam stepped in to her touch and he swallowed at the way her fingers felt like a blazing brand against his skin.
“Jaysus you don’t know how good that feels, baby,” he hissed out between his teeth, urging her other wrist forward so she was tracing down the lines of his pecs with both hands.
Calla’s eyes shot up to his like she was surprised at his words. She was so innocent.
Liam’s eyes flicked up to Mack but his face was buried in the back of Calla’s hair. Liam could still hear the other man’s low voice when he next spoke.
“Now reach inside his pants. Feel how hard he is.”
Calla’s whole body jerked as she looked at Mack. Jaysus, didn’t the gobshite know she might need to take this slower?
He was about to remind her she didn’t have to do anything she wasn’t comfortable with but the next second her hands glided down from his chest to his stomach. He hissed out, totally mesmerized as he watched her hands jerk at his belt.
“That’s right,” Mack murmured in her ear. “Now reach in and feel how hard you’ve made him.”
Liam almost couldn’t breathe when Calla did exactly what Mack told her to. Her hand wasn’t tentative as she slid it underneath his boxers. Her fingers closed around his shaft in a firm grip. Liam couldn’t help thrusting his hips against her because, fecking Christ, that felt good.
Calla’s eyes shot up to Liam as she gripped him and he’d have sworn he’d never been so hard in his whole goddamned life.
“You ever touched a cock before, baby?” Liam asked. He knew the answer, of course, but he needed Mack to know just how inexperienced she was. Because Christ, all the hard-won self-control he’d tried to develop over the last year and a half was flying right out the fecking window. He wanted to toss Calla back on the bed and bury himself hilt-deep inside her. To feel her virgin little pussy squeezing around him while he pumped in and out—
Her hand froze at the question. “No.” Her answer came out whispered and she dropped her head like she was mortified to have admitted it.
