“Hammer, you want to teach her some manners?” Beck suggested.
“I’ve got it.” Liam swatted her ass.
She yelped, then glared at him. “It was just a question.”
“Yes, a nosy one,” Hammer said archly, digging into his pocket. “If you can’t mute your curiosity, I’ll be happy to help.”
He dangled a ball gag in her face. Raine’s eyes widened. She shook her head.
Seth roared with laughter. “This is going to be so entertaining.”
She gave a little huff and sent Seth a stare that let him know he wasn’t helping one bit. He just laughed more.
With her butt still stinging, Raine jumped into the back, as far from Hammer’s ball gag as possible. Liam stopped her from sliding past the middle when he eased into the back seat on the driver’s side. Hammer entered on the passenger’s side and shut the door, sandwiching her between them. She still hadn’t recovered from Liam’s kiss in the bathroom or Hammer’s in the kitchen. Now they pressed in tightly on either side of her. As Beck eased out of the parking lot and headed for the freeway, her heart raced. Perspiration dampened the skin between her breasts.
She had no idea where they were going. But with Hammer and Liam pressing their body heat into her, she prayed the drive wouldn’t be far. She sensed their gazes straying toward her, could feel their hunger. They even smelled fantastic. Damn! Raine closed her eyes and squirmed, looking for some space. There wasn’t any. Her pussy clenched.
Everyone relaxed into their seats, and Beck sipped coffee from a big travel mug. Raine held in a curse. She had a hunch this wasn’t going to be a short trip.
To her left, Liam planted a hand on her bare thigh, just above her knee. She tensed and blinked up at him. It wasn’t an overtly sexual caress, but he still made her heart race. She shifted and tried to cross her legs.
“None of that, love.” Liam stayed her, tightening his fingers on her.
“You never cross your legs around us,” Hammer growled in her ear.
Their deep voices caressed her. Raine pictured her legs open and them touching her intimately, possessively. A flash of arousal burned an electric supercharge hot through her veins. Blood rushed to her nipples, swelled her folds. God, she couldn’t breathe. Dizziness swamped her head.
Before she could recover, Hammer took her hand and slung her wrist over his thigh. His thumb whispered across her forearm in slow, sensual circles. No mistaking the heat rising from his crotch, maybe an inch under her palm.
And Liam didn’t seem to care. What the hell was going on here? He and Hammer were actually touching her simultaneously. Yes, they’d sworn to shelve the animosity between them and operate as one to help her, but Raine hadn’t entirely believed it. And they surely hadn’t discussed sex. Now, with her body on fire, need overtaking her and their hands on her, she felt more confused than ever.
Seth turned on the radio. The band coming through the speakers began singing about their sex being on fire. Yeah, she could relate. The man turned to her and grinned.
Asshole, she mouthed.
His smile disappeared. “Did you say something, Raine?”
Oops, he wasn’t in the teasing mood. Traitor. She shook her head.
Beck chuckled and caught her glance in the rearview mirror. She’d smack him upside the head for being an asshole too if she wasn’t sure she’d get in more trouble for it.
“Problem, Seth?” Liam asked.
Between the two men, she tensed and sent Seth a pleading glance.
“If there is, I’ve got a ball gag and nipple clamps.” Hammer patted his pocket. “Just say the word.”
Raine zipped a stare over to him. Was he trying to goad Liam’s temper? Or just drive her over the edge of desire? God, she’d been dropped into the Twilight Zone.
She drew in a deep breath and closed her eyes. Find your damn Zen.
Yeah, that shit wasn’t working. And it wasn’t even seven a.m. yet.
“No problem so far,” Seth finally said. “I’ve had a cup of Raine’s coffee. I get the big deal now. I’m feeling generous…at the moment.”
Kings of Leon were still screaming about their sex, and she sang along in her head, hoping it would distract her. It worked until Liam sidled even closer, his thigh plastered against hers. Hammer turned to ask Liam if he had enough room…and breathed on her neck.
Raine bit back a moan. How much more sensual overload could she take? As Beck had pointed out back at his condo, BDSM wasn’t about sex. But Hammer and Liam sure were making it hard for her to think about much else.
The sun began to spill into the car as Liam’s hand inched up her thigh. Every cell in her body held a collective breath, along with her, just waiting…
If she slid down and tried to get Liam’s hand closer to her aching clit, would he notice? Yes, and he’d never give her what she wanted. At this point, she suspected Hammer would back him up, too.