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Her eyes were wide as saucers and she had a tall glass of lemonade in her hand. “I thought you might be thirsty, working up such a sweat,” she whispered, eyes flicking to Mack.

A heavy silence fell around them.

“After all the shit I said to you, you came back with fucking lemonade?” Mack’s voice was half-strangled.

Calla gulped and looked down.

“I’ll just go—” Calla started but Mack cut her off.

“You aren’t going anywhere. You’re gonna sit your ass down right here,” Mack pointed to a bench beside them, “and take off your overalls.”

Liam swung his head to glare at Mack over his shoulder. “Don’t you fecking talk to her like that.”

Mack’s nostrils flared. “So you’re the only one I can order around like my little bitch?”

Goddamned bastard. Liam didn’t know what to say to that. He didn’t know why he’d spread himself when Mack asked. Not thinking had been the whole damn problem. When Mack had him pinned, so easily taking him down…

Jaysus. Liam’s cock just got harder and harder with every ounce of force Mack used to hold him to the floor. When Mack had pulled his jeans down, Liam’s cock went fucking stone.

He’d had the condom in his pocket in case things got hot and heavy with Calla again. How screwed up was it that it was now on another man’s cock—one that just happened to be buried in his arse?

And yeah, he’d been with men before, but was always the top. Every single time. Sometimes he used toys in his arse, sure—prostate stimulators were fucking magic if you knew how to use them.

But he’d never let anyone else in there. Ever.

He took power.

He didn’t give it.

So why today, of all fucking days? And why Mack, of all fucking people?

“Sit.” Mack looked back at Calla, jerking his head again at the bench.

Calla came forward and sat.

“Take off your overalls and finger yourself while you watch us fuck.”

Jaysus Christ, did he have to be such a crude bastard? Then again, maybe that was part of what was making Liam so hard. Liam had often been just as much of an arsehole with the people he screwed, back in the day. He didn’t know why it was so different with Calla. Maybe because he actually respected her?

Calla’s breath hitched, but the next second she undid the straps of her overalls.

“Take your shirt off.”

Liam could see her hands trembling as she reached down for the bottom of her shirt and pulled it off over her head. She was wearing a sports bra that all but flattened her breasts. She covered herself awkwardly with her arms.

“You’re beautiful,” Liam encouraged but Mack just snapped, “Bra too.”

Mack pushed back into Liam’s arse as Calla’s bra came off. Liam let out a low hiss and his hand dropped to his own cock.

“See how bad he wants it?” Mack asked Calla. “He loves getting his ass fucked.” Mack gave Liam’s arse cheek a smack.

Liam glared over his shoulder at Mack, his hand still moving up and down his own shaft. “You’re fecking pushin’ it.”

Mack lazily sawed his cock in and out and oh Jaysus— He was hitting that spot just right and— Jaysus, Mary and Joseph that felt good.

Liam’s head tipped back, mouth slack. He jerked himself harder.

Calla’s quick gasps filled the barn and Liam glanced over at her. Her hand disappeared into the pool of denim at her waist and her back arched, thrusting her pale breasts out.

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