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Spasms ripped through her, torturing her empty sex, the muscles clenching and releasing on nothing as her ass mimicked the same action around the cock hammering into her.
One. Two. Three.
Another scream, instantly swallowed by Liam, as Mack rammed himself home and heat flooded sensitive tissues. The thick shaft pulsing in time with her body milking everything he had to offer.
Long seconds passed with her suspended there, her mind blown into shards, with Mack’s chest heaving against her back and his breath hot and heavy in her ear.
What the hell just happened?
Chapter Eight
Liam
Aweek after the hottest night of sex they’d had in a long time, Liam couldn’t get the memory of it out of his head. Not because he regretted it—far from it. What they’d done together as a team not only established a tightly meshed bond between him, Sierra, and Mack, but created a strangely affectionate friendship with Grit and Tabitha.
The assassin was spending an inordinate amount of time with Sierra, even going so far as to sit watching her mend stuffie after stuffie when Grit was busy with the security side of the club.
Perhaps it wasn’t such a bad thing, he mused. Between Mack’s devoted attention and Tabitha’s almost constant presence, Liam didn’t have to worry about someone getting close enough to hurt his sub.
Mack was turning out to be the perfect addition to the dynamic. He adored Sierra, and it wasn’t just a vacation fling kind of interest. As his time at the club slipped away day by day, he didn’t hunt down single subs to play with in his spare time. He practically lived in their cabin, waking in the morning on the other side of the bed to Liam, with Sierra snuggled happily between them.
They ate together, watched stupid cable movies and obsolete TV shows, curling up on the couch with the fire blazing in the hearth once Liam finished his shift.
Frankly, it was crazy how quickly Mack settled into their routine. Almost seamlessly, as though he’d been with them years instead of just one week. Despite having no Daddy experience—much like Liam—he handled Sierra’s tantrums with infinite patience, regardless of whether she was in Little space or not.
The minx was alternating frequently between her two states of mind, often giving her Doms a sense of whiplash when she switched.
Things in general were good, he thought, but he couldn’t ditch the feeling that she was just waiting to drop a bombshell on him. Heknewshe was pissed at him for giving Mack the green light during the scene, just as he knew she wasn’t a sub who would sacrifice her body to please her Dom if she truly felt she was in danger of physical harm.
Well, not any longer.
The days of letting Wyatt… no, no, he wasn’t going down that alley again. It still boiled his blood that she’d been so fucking lonely, she’d given Wyatt free rein to debase her over and over again just to feel close to someone. Yeah, she’d thought she loved him and that he reciprocated that love, but even when it was clear he hadn’t, she’d still allowed him to take from her.
Some days, Liam wished he could have a few more minutes with him, for several reasons.
Hug him. Punch the fucker out. Thank him for the sacrifice he’d made in saving Zeke. Verbally annihilate him for every hell he’d put Sierra through over the years.
The list was long and a study in contradictions, much like their relationship.
“Liam.” Someone whistled, snagging his attention back to the job at hand. “Dude, are you gonna lift your end or let me drag this heavy sucker by myself?”
Blinking, Liam snapped free of his reverie and looked down at the sturdily-built table sitting between him and Fordham. “Shit. Mind wandered, sorry.”
“It’s been doing that a lot this week. What?” Ford asked casually. “A few people have commented that you seem… not distracted as such, but a little off-kilter. Is the new guy not integrating as well as you hoped?”
Hefting his end of the table, Liam laughed. It sounded hollow to his ears, so God only knew what Ford read into it. “Actually, he’s been a godsend. Sierra adores him, he’s attentive and swings into whatever role she needs at the time. I like him; I think he’s a good man who needs us as much as we need him.”
Ford picked up his end, and they started carrying the table over to what had been the storage area. “The sex is satisfactory?”
“That’s crashed and burned. The scene we did with Grit and Tabitha was hot as fuck. I have to admit, I thought I’d be jealous watching another guy—a stranger—fuck my sub, but it wasenlightening.” Liam grinned. “Despite the numbing lube, she’s been sore. Mack’s got a bit more girth than I have.”
“Is that a boner of contention?”
Ignoring his friend’s pun, Liam shook his head. “He’s got what he’s got. I’m not threatened by him, and he doesn’t seem the type to throw it around and brag.” He hissed between his teeth as his knuckles caught the doorjamb. “Honestly, I think this week has been good for us all. No sex, just learning about each other and remembering how to function as a trio instead of a couple.”
“So overall, it’s going well.”
“Yeah.”
