The Bond (Unbroken Raine Falling 4)

“Definitely not you, greedy little minx,” Liam chided as he pinched the cheeks of her ass.

“Please, Sirs,” Raine mewled. “Please, give me more.”

Tears of frustration and need stung the backs of her eyes. She wriggled her hips, trying to escape the burn engulfing her front and back, but neither man moved an inch. Clamping down around them both, she squeezed tight, hoping to encourage the sublime rhythm that had nearly sent her over the edge—whatever would end the blistering conflagration.

Her men both hissed out choice words before Hammer pinned her with a devilish glare. “What does topping from the bottom get you?”

Raine wanted to scream. “Nothing, Sir. I just need—”

“We know exactly what you need, love,” Liam assured sternly. “We need it, as well. But you don’t determine when or how we let you fly, Raine. You know better.”

She did. And while guilt pinpricked her, the thrumming demand pumping through her veins obliterated everything but her craving for them.

“Beg again, precious.” Hammer reached between them and toyed with her clit. “Beg loud and long.”

“Please end this misery. I want you both. Need you so badly,” she gasped. “Help me. I’m dying to feel you deeper and give you pleasure.”

“There’s our submissive beauty. Take us. Take every inch,” Liam muttered thick and hot in her ear.

He and Liam began to seesaw inside her while a kaleidoscope of colors flashed behind her eyes. They sank deep, retreated, then repeated the process until the friction had her clawing the sheets.

“That’s it,” Liam crooned. “Milk us, Raine. Squeeze tight.”

Her pleading wails reverberating, Raine clamped down around them and tossed her head back at the towering ecstasy crashing toward her. Hammer’s face contorted as he fought for control and busied his thumb, batting her clit ruthlessly. Her will to resist climax began to crumble. Panic mixed with urgency. The thought of failing them devastated her.

“Help me. Oh, god. Please. I-I… Macen. Liam,” she cried, her voice cracking.

“Such pretty tears,” Hammer grated out, his jaw clenched. “Liam?”

“Yes.” He slid his fingers around her throat, his chest plastered to her back as he plunged even deeper. “Fuck, yes. Now. Before I go up in flames.”

Hammer gripped Raine’s chin and fused his gaze to hers, tumbling her into an infinite swirl of passion. “Come, sweet girl. Come hard and long for us.”

His tender permission unlocked something in Raine’s head—and heart. Hammer usually growled the command, but this time, he was—in his own way—begging her to remember him as her lover for all time.

A sob ripped from her throat as she shattered and fragmented, all the way to her soul, taking Hammer and Liam with her.

Liam determinedly stared into his food, saying nothing through their quiet takeout Chinese dinner. Hammer frowned, especially when he also noticed Raine fidgeting and shooting the other man glances while she picked at her orange chicken and chow mein.

When Macen caught her flashing him a guilty stare, he threw his chopsticks down. “Okay, spill it. What’s going on?”

Raine grimaced, then deferred to Liam with a questioning gaze. That made Hammer’s gut knot tighter.

“We didn’t want to worry you when you first came home, and we all needed the time and touch we shared together.” Liam set down his chopsticks, obviously weighing his words. “After the police took you away, another cruiser showed up. They asked Raine and me to come in for questioning, too.”

Hammer slammed his palms down on the table. He clenched his jaw, trying to hold his temper. None of this was their fault…but he was mightily pissed off. “You’re just now telling me this?” Their silence was telling—and damning. “Sterling said nothing. Beck and Seth said nothing. You let me tell you everything about my interrogation and didn’t say a word? Goddamn it.”

“You had enough on your plate to worry about, mate. Spilling it all sooner would have only been another burden for you. Sterling arranged for us both to have lawyers present. My interview was short, maybe ten minutes. I wasn’t in Los Angeles when Raine was a minor. I could prove I hadn’t even met her until last September. They asked me if I’d ever raped Raine. Of course I denied that, and they can’t prove otherwise. They wanted to know how long you and I had been friends and where we met. I told them I had nothing to say. When they asked me about my sex life with you two, I told them to piss off.”

God, the police seemed intent on dragging everyone he loved through the mud.

He zipped his gaze to Raine. “How long did they grill you?”

“Probably close to an hour. The detective seemed determined to make me into a victim, but I set the bitch straight.”

Fuck. “I’m sorry you both had to go through that.” Guilt railed Macen.

“It’s not your fault. You didn’t ask for this.” She reached across the table and took his hand.