The Virgin Next Door (Stud Ranch 3)

“Baby, what’s going on? Talk to us.”

“Nothing,” she answered, too quickly.

“You’re a bad liar,” Mack said gently, pushing a lock of hair behind her ear. She wore it down more and more often.

Calla’s hazel eyes flashed up to them before dropping back down to her lap. She bit her bottom lip and her throat moved as she swallowed hard. “It’s my dad… he’s… really sick.” She covered her face with her hands and her back started shaking. “I don’t think he even recognized me.”

“Shh, come here.” Mack pulled her into his chest. Liam moved up close against her back. Jaysus, she felt so fragile between them. Her body shook like a leaf as she sobbed.

Liam shared another worried glance with Mack and then wrapped his arms around her so that she was enclosed all the way around by them.

Finally she pulled back from Mack’s chest, tear tracks fresh on her cheeks. She looked first at Mack, then at Liam.

“I just want to forget. Please. Can you help me forget for tonight?”

“Baby,” Liam said, rubbing a comforting hand down her spine. “are you sure you don’t want to—”

Calla turned in their arms and cut Liam off with a kiss. She wasn’t shy about it either. The more nights they all spent together, the bolder she’d grown. More and more she told them exactly where and how she wanted to be touched. What made her feel good. Watching her come to life sexually had been one of the most fecking amazing things Liam had ever witnessed.

So Liam trusted her to know what she needed right now and he kissed her back. Her hands immediately started scrabbling at the bottom of his shirt. He obliged by pulling it off over his head. Her hands roamed up his chest. And then down, her deft little fingers tugging at his button.

“Jaysus, woman,” Liam groaned into her hot little mouth.

Mack nestled his nose into her neck from behind. “Christ you smell good,” he murmured. “Like some kind of flower.”

Calla laughed a little, hiccupping as tears still fell and she turned around to kiss Mack. Liam followed and kissed the salty tears from her cheeks.

“Beautiful Calla,” he whispered. “Goddess Calla.”

“Come here,” Mack murmured, taking her hand and tugging her in the direction of the bed. She followed, arms around his neck. She kept kissing him while they moved. Liam stayed with her too, nuzzling his nose into the back of her neck.

Mack tugged her t-shirt off over her head and Liam undid the bra clasp at her back, sliding it down her shoulders. Next Mack worked on the button of her jeans before tugging them down, too. Between them, they had her undressed in under a minute.

Mack was gentle as he pushed her back on the bed. She arched up so she could keep kissing him. It was like she couldn’t bear to lose contact for even a second. She reached out for Liam the next moment, moving from Mack’s lips to his.

He frowned but kissed her deep. She seemed frantic. Was it just her dad she was upset over? How long had she been crying? She’d been gone all day. He hated to think of her crying while she’d been driving the dark roads between here and Casper.

“Baby,” he started but she just shook her head like she was anticipating any of the many questions he had.

“I want you tonight.” She looked from Liam to Mack. “I’m ready. I want you both at the same time.”

Mack’s eyes shot to Liam. Did she mean—

“I’ve been stretching myself,” she continued, eyes cast down like she was embarrassed. “Every night. I wanted it to be a surprise.” Her gaze flicked between Liam and Mack. “But I can?

??t wait anymore. I want to feel you both at once. I need it.”

Shite. She did mean—

Mack’s eyebrows furrowed. “I don’t want to hurt you—”

“You won’t,” Calla hurried to say. “I told you. I’ve been stretching.”

“With what?” Liam asked. Did she really know what she was asking? Did she think just stretching herself with a finger was anywhere near—

She licked her lips and looked down again. “Just a small toy. I’ve had it for a while.”

Liam could only stare at her.