The Bond (Unbroken Raine Falling 4)

“Sweet jesus, Raine. I swear you suck away all my self-control.”

“She’s damn good at that,” Hammer gritted out. “It’s every bit as hard to resist this cunt. Damn… We’re not going to make it to the bedroom.”

Liam shook his head. “I can’t let go of her that long.”

“Doesn’t matter. We’ll fuck her again there, too.”

“That we will.” Liam immersed himself again in her sinful mouth, surging ever closer to ecstasy.

Then his ear began to itch. An annoying tickle at first, and he absently scratched it. But it spread to his lobe, then burst with heat that tingled and burned.

Liam knew that feeling—and precisely what it meant.

He pulled out of Raine’s mouth with an incredulous jerk. “Oh, bloody fucking hell. This can’t be happening.”

Hammer let loose a long, low growl of pleasure. “Yeah, it can. We’re goddamn amazing together.”

Raine blinked at him, eyes glassy, lips swollen. “What’s wrong?”

It was all Liam could do not to heed his screaming cock, but the itch in his ear flared to a blistering heat. “Get dressed, both of you. Where the fuck are my pants?”

“What? No!” Hammer protested. “Screw that. This is getting really good and—”

“My ear is on fire.”

“Your ear? What the—” Hammer gaped. “Oh… Now? Are you fucking kidding me? How long have we got?”

“Not long enough.” He glanced at Raine with regret. “Maybe two minutes.”

Hammer swore an ugly streak and pulled free of her body.

“Hey!” Raine sat up, looking between the two of them with a scowl. “What is going on? Come back here! What does your ear have to do with your cock, Liam?”

Neither man answered. Hammer hopped into his pants and scanned the room for her sundress.

“Have you two lost your minds? Pregnant woman with needs here!”

Macen found her clothes and tossed them her way. “Put your dress on.”

“Not until one of you explains.” She slid off the counter and planted her hands on her hips, stark naked. “What’s wrong with you guys?”

Hammer shouldered into his shirt, glaring Liam’s way. “He has something to tell you.”

As he scowled at Macen, Liam’s fingers flew up his buttons. “Thanks for throwing me under the bus. Hell of a best mate you are.”

“I told you, you should have already come clean about this shit. And we’re going to have a conversation about timing. Motherfucker…” He pushed his way out of the kitchen.

“There’d better be a good explanation for this, Liam O’Neill. I was close and—

“I’m sorry.” He tugged at his burning ear.

He almost didn’t want to look at Raine. She was confused and angry…and he’d run out of time to fess up. But damn it, she also stood naked and rosy pink in front of him. Liam wished like hell he had a few more minutes to lose himself in her softness.

Instead, he grabbed her dress from her fist and fumbled for the hem, thrusting it over her head and down her curves.

“Stop! I can do that myself.” She batted his hands away. “If you don’t tell me what’s going on right now, you will absolutely be sorry.”

He raked a hand through his hair and tugged on his singed lobe. “Where are your knickers?”

“I wasn’t wearing any.”

Normally, he would applaud that.

“Murphy’s fucking law.” Liam closed his eyes, pondering the distance between the kitchen and their bedroom. There was no way she’d have time to run upstairs and grab a pair now. He knew that for certain when his ear twitched and tingled painfully again.

“What are you talking about?” she insisted, then gasped. “Your ear is beet red. Did something bite it? Let me look…”

A scrap of white silk caught Liam’s attention. With a curse, he shoved her bra in the nearest drawer, on top of the silverware. “You know I love you, right? Remember when I mentioned my six sisters? Well—”

The doorbell rang. He’d run out of time.

“Oh, Liam, it’s for you,” Hammer hollered from the family room.

Liam shoved his way out of the kitchen with a frustrated growl. His cock ached, and he doubted he’d be getting relief for that anytime soon. His wait would, no doubt, depend on how long Raine relegated him to the doghouse.

“Bastard,” he snarled at Hammer.

“I’ll be happy to hand you back that shit shovel, too.”

“Why can’t Hammer get the door? Who is it? Did you know we were having company and forget to tell me?” Raine followed, tugging on Liam’s sleeve. “Oh, god. Are you saying your sisters are here?” Her eyes went wide with panic. “I need to put on makeup, change, find some damn underwear. I’m not even wearing a bra.”

She finger-combed her hair, horrified, and he didn’t have the heart to tell her his sisters would be the easy lot to handle.

“No, love.” He sighed tiredly. “We’ll talk soon. For now, come hold my hand and smile.”

Liam marched to the entryway, dragging her behind. He planted his palm against the door, inhaling roughly and looking for fortitude. But he was only delaying the inevitable.