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After only a week, Mack was firmly integrated into their relationship, and he was a comfortable fit. He wielded compassion with control, even if he was hesitant to do so—Liam didn’t know if he was afraid of stepping over a hidden line, or whether his lack of experience in a Dom-sub dynamic held him back.
No matter, he decided. The guy was learning quickly, letting Sierra have so much rope before he understood how she operated, how she reacted, how she needed to discover her own boundaries with someone new.
When Liam stole Sierra from under Wyatt’s nose, there’d been an imbalance. He’d been the outsider, even though the arrangement they had was little more than Wyatt using her as a living fleshlight. They’d had history, a lot of it, and Liam unraveled the tangled web of it as he went.
It helped now that Mack actually found Sierra attractive. It wasn’t something that could be faked—Wyatt had tried and failed. He’d wanted to be a Dom, yet was submissive to the right person. His frustration had been taken out on Sierra, which only proved how selfish he’d been.
“There’s a floorboard three steps away from your side of the bed,” Mack responded easily. “Creaks every time you step on it. That’s where you’re hiding the contraband.”
“How thehelldo you know that?”
“You have the worst poker face in history, pixie. When you step on it and it creaks, you drop your eyes down and writeGUILTYin capital letters over your forehead.” Mack chuckled. “The other night when Liam got up to go to the bathroom and stepped on it, you nearly snapped your neck trying to see if he’d found it.”
“This is all hypothetical,” she said haughtily. “I admit to nothing.”
How nice was it to hear her coming out of her shell, to finally see some of her old self resurfacing? He could admit it eased the weight on his shoulders, the guilt of making her move away from everything they knew.
“So you won’t mind if I help myself to some of those Twizzlers then?”
“Touch them and they’ll never find your body.”
Liam lifted an eyebrow. Someone was feeling fierce today. “Please tell me you’re not threatening a Dom, minx. The club has a code of behavior; beating up Doms is definitely in thedo notside of the handbook.”
Her eyes met his—the distance meant nothing. Twenty feet was reduced to six inches with just one look. Even as she ducked her chin and red heat stained her ears, cheeks, and throat, it felt like she was much closer.
“Master Liam.”
He beckoned her with a crook of his finger when she peeked at him; she came without hesitation. Well, until her eyes flicked past him to the colorful pink and white sign hanging over the counter window.
Her feet planted to the floor so fast, her upper body catapulted forward like a mannequin on a spring. Blinking, she stared at the letters. “Sierra’s Stuffie Sanctuary?”
He held out his hand, relieved when she inched forward to slide her fingers over his palm and cling. Tugging her in front of him, he curled his other arm around her waist. “This is what you deserve, minx. I know it, they know it,” he murmured, drawing her attention over to the small gathering in the doorway, “and you know it, though you’ll deny it. Take it, Sierra. Take it and make it yours.”
“I-I haven’t done anything to earn it.”
Liam closed his eyes and bent to press his cheek against hers. He loved it when the coarse hair of his beard tangled with the finer ones of hers; it was yet another connection, a unique one not many men got to share with their women. “Babygirl, you earn it every day you wake up and get out of bed. Every time you ignore the bullies and the cowards. But this isn’t something you have to earn—it’s a gift from the people who know and love you, who want to make you as happy as you make them.”
“Liam,” she whispered.
“No, Sierra. We’re not arguing about this—Daddy knows best.” Releasing her, he nudged her forward step by step toward the store. “Put your brave pants on, little girl, and go explore. I promise I’ll take them off you later with my teeth.”
She jerked, shooting him a shocked look over her shoulder. “My ass—”
He scowled. “Is mine. Your pussy is mine. No more excuses, Sierra. This afternoon is for you to play with your gift. Tonight, you’re going to be whatever Mack and I want you to be. Is that clear?”
A slow nod. “Yes, Daddy. Just not my ass, ‘kay?”
Mack snorted a laugh, teasing Liam’s lips into a reluctant grin. It seemed he was going to have to indulge himself with some gentle anal play to ease her back into surrendering more often. For too long, they’d sought solace in the company of each other and neglected the physical aspect of their relationship; now those barriers were down, he had no intention of letting her raise them again.
Kissing the shell of her ear, he whispered, “Wait until we both take you, minx. However we like. Pressed between us, feeling our heartbeats on both sides of you, our cocks possessing you for the simple reason that you’reours.” When she moaned and shuddered, her thighs clenching together, he tapped hershoulder in aone-two-threerhythm and stepped back. “Go play, Sierra.”
She tottered forward unsteadily as Mack stepped up to stand beside him.
“Want me to cancel the dinner reservations?” he asked.
Liam nodded once. “We’ll get the restaurant to deliver. I think we’ll be hungry for something more appetizing than tortellini, don’t you?”
“Abso-fucking-lutely.”
