Oh he was fucking in for it now. Mack growled in determination as he pulled out and shoved back in. All the way. No fucking mercy. And Christ, the way Liam’s body clenched on him.
Then Liam shifted, shoving back against Mack’s thighs as Mack thrust forward. Mack grabbed one of his shoulders and then started pounding the fuck out of him.
And for the first time since Mack had read that fucking email earlier, his mind cleared. Christ, he’d forgotten how a good lay could do that. Make all the other bad shit go away.
Ben had known. And he’d known Mack needed it just as much as he had. But Mack had always had to be careful with Ben. He couldn’t take him hard. Not after what Ben went through. No matter the dominance games they played, Ben was only comfortable with certain positions. Certain role play. Slow and easy, that’s how it had been between them. Every inch Mack gained he had to coax from Ben, even though it was Ben who’d pushed them being together in the first place.
But Liam apparently wasn’t in the market for slow. And pile driving his ass like a mad motherfucker seemed to turn the guy on even more. His hips bucked as he rode Mack’s cock, faster and faster until the slap of their flesh echoed around the barn.
That was when he heard a high-pitched yip of surprise. And it didn’t come from Liam. Both Liam’s and Mack’s head swung to the barn door and Mack froze.
Fuck.
It was Calla.
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LIAM
Shite. Liam stared at Calla. This was bad. What the hell had he been thinking?
“Calla, I—” Liam started but then broke off. Because what could he really say while Mack’s cock was buried up his arse?
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.