He ran his hand down her side to her stomach. A month after the Horse Makeover competition and their little one was growing strong.
“No repayment necessary,” Mack said, clearing his throat when the words came out rough. “That’s the point of family, right?”
Calla beamed up at him and she went up on her tiptoes to kiss first him, then Liam.
While she was kissing Liam, Liam gestured behind her back at Mack.
Oh. Right. The other thing.
He dropped on one knee and as soon as Calla broke away from Liam, he did the same.
“What are you—?” If Mack thought Calla’s eyes were wide before, it was nothing to the saucers they became now.
Liam pulled the ring box out of his pocket. “Calla Carter, will you marry us?”
Calla’s hand went to her mouth and more tears glistened in her eyes.
“Mack won the coin toss,” Liam went on, “so it’ll be his name that goes on the official papers, but it’s between all of us.”
Calla just kept standing there, staring down at them.
“Shit,” Mack said, starting to get up. This was too soon. She hadn’t even got used to the—
“Yes!” Calla shouted, dropping down and hugging them both close. “Yes. A million times yes!”
She sounded happy but she was crying. Her back heaved up and down she was crying so hard.
“Darlin,” Mack held her closer, “don’t cry.”
Calla pulled back. “They’re happy tears.”
“How about just the happy, and no tears?” Mack kissed her deep.
She kissed him back and finally her shaking slowed and then stopped. Mack pulled back but only long enough to turn her toward Liam.
Liam put the engagement ring on her finger, then cupped her face and kissed her. It was gentle at first, but it quickly got frantic.
Fuck, it was so hot when they went after each other like that.
“Let’s take this inside,” Mack said, standing up and hauling Calla with him. He smirked at the look of denied lust on Liam’s face.
Mack took Calla’s hand and led her inside. “We haven’t had much time to set up house yet but,” he led her back to the master bedroom that had a single piece of furniture.
The bed.
“We ordered it special,” Liam said, pulling his shirt off over his head and then kissing Calla again. “It’s an ultra king-sized bed.”
“No more having your mattress hogging ass pushing me off in the middle of the night,” Mack said, coming up behind Liam and massaging his shoulders.
Liam shuddered at the touch and Mack’s cock stiffened even more than it already was.
Calla broke off from Liam’s kiss and then moved behind Mack. She tugged at the bottom of his shirt and he paused to pull it off over his head. Then she started massaging him the way he was doing to Liam. Christ he loved having her hands on him.
“Liam and I were talking,” Calla said, her voice husky.
Mack turned his head to look back at her and he raised an eyebrow. “Oh?”
Calla bit her lip in a way that had Mack’s cock poking into Liam’s ass. Liam ground back against him.
“What about?”
Liam turned in Mack’s arms and cupped his face like he had Calla’s earlier. He ran his lips back and forth against Mack’s, the stubble on their faces scraping one another. Calla’s arms snaked around his waist and her hand dropped to grip his cock.
“About how we want you to know what it feels like to be the one in the middle,” Calla whispered. “Receiving all the worship.”
Liam jerked Mack toward the bed, pulling him off balance. He stumbled a few steps and Liam took the opportunity to drag him down to the huge bed with him.
Liam landed on top but Mack growled and quickly flipped them so that Liam was underneath. Liam’s breathing went stuttered and Calla joined them on the bed. She’d been wearing a soft little cotton dress but it was a puddle of fabric on the ground. She slid her bra and panties off before crawling toward them in a way that made Mack want to fuck her senseless.
He went to grab her so he could do just that when Liam said, “Turn over and up on your knees.”
Mack shot Liam a look. It was a look that should have communicated—we’ve already settled this. I’m the top. Always.
But Liam just grinned. “We’ll take it easy on you. Promise.” Then he winked at Mack.
Mack was about to put the bastard in his place but Calla put a hand on Mack’s chest. “Please? Do you trust us?”
Mack stared at her face and the want he so clearly saw there. Did he trust them? Well yeah, but—
“Please,” Calla said again.
And shit, how was he supposed to say no when she was flashing those soulful hazel eyes his way. Not to mention she’d grabbed his cock again and he thought he might start begging if he didn’t have a hot, wet hole to stick it in soon.