The Virgin Next Door (Stud Ranch)

Wrong move.

Because that meant he was looking Mack straight in the eye. And what he saw there— Jaysus. Did Mack really— Want him? Want him like that? Liam blinked, confused even as he thrust even more forcefully into Calla, matching Mack’s hips.

Christ. So good. Like nothing he’d ever—

“You’re both mine,” Mack snarled, reaching around Calla to grasp Liam’s waist.

“Yours,” Calla gasped, rolling and grinding her hips against Liam. “Oh, it’s coming.” Her body was slick with sweat between them.

“Give it to us,” Mack said, withdrawing and then jerking his hips back up beneath her. She jolted every time and all the lines of her face went taut as she chased her pleasure.

“Not yet,” Liam said, thrusting even more furiously. He looked back and forth from Calla’s face to Mack’s. He couldn’t decide who he wanted to watch as climax came closer and closer. What he really wanted was to hold it off forever. To stay right here in this moment of before, all of them connected, right on that edge of fucking bliss with both of them.

He stilled inside Calla for a moment, focusing only on the slight friction provided when Mack’s cock thrust up her arse and knocked against the wall where Liam’s cock was buried. It was too much for him. He had to start thrusting after that.

“Baby.” Liam had said it to Calla, but Mack’s eyes met his again.

“I know,” she said, lifting one hand behind her and hooking it around Mack’s neck. She drew Liam close with the other.

Their heads all came together, sweat and breaths mingling. Liam’s chest went tight. He didn’t know what he— This all felt too—

“Now,” Mack said.

Calla was the first to lose it. The way her pussy squeezed around Liam’s cock, he couldn’t help but to lunge forward as deep as he could in response. He dropped his head over Calla’s shoulder. Mack met him there, kissing him, and when the very tips of their tongues touched—

Liam roared into Mack’s mouth with the rush of his climax. Mack swallowed it all and drew even more out of him.

Liam pulled out and pushed in again, and then again. No. He wasn’t ready to let it go. Just a little longer. A little bit more—

Calla clenched around him and he broke away from Mack so he could kiss her. After the roughness of Mack’s mouth, her soft lips felt even more sensuous. He could spend a lifetime comparing and contrasting the different ways their mouths felt and tasted.

He brushed his thumb over Calla’s breasts and her body gave another shudder. Liam moved his hand beneath her and traced down from Mack’s collar bone to his nipple. So much smaller and tighter. He plucked at it and got a slap to the arse for it.

Liam yelped and glared at Mack. Calla laughed at them and rolled with Liam to the side. Mack was spooned behind her and she snuggled her head on his bicep. She wrapped her arm around Liam’s waist and pulled him close.

Liam felt the moment Mack went to pull away. To leave like he always did. Liam’s stomach swooped with disappointment.

But then, instead of pulling away from Calla, he shifted to wrap his arm more firmly around her waist.

“Roll over,” he ordered gruffly.

Liam was confused for a second. Then he realized Mack was talking to him. He blinked a couple times and rolled over.

Calla scooted up against his back, notching her knees behind his. And then Liam felt the weight of Mack’s arm settling over both their waists.

Liam’s breath caught.

What did all this mean? And why had tonight felt less like fucking and more like making lo—

He shut down the thought before he could finish it and squeezed his eyes shut. Why the hell was he suddenly looking for meaning in shite? A shag was a shag. That was all there was to it.

But when he finally fell asleep, it was to a restless dream of charging into a burning castle to rescue a princess. Only to get trapped by the flames himself.

Until a certain brawny, tattooed fireman came in and rescued them both.

26

CALLA

“A toast to our three soon-to-be champions!” Mel stood up from the table and clanged the side of her glass with her spoon. It was the night before the Extreme Horse Makeover competition and they’d all come out to a nearby bar and grill on the outskirts of Denver for dinner and drinks. It was no Bubba’s, but it would do in a pinch.

Almost everyone from the ranch sat around the two tables that had been pushed together. They’d all done their normal chores before coming down today and Nicholas was holding down the fort until they got home tomorrow. Mel and Xavier had even brought the kids. Reece was occupying them at the furthest end of the table, the baby in his lap.