The Virgin Next Door (Stud Ranch 3)

“Christ honey, you clench on me like that again and I’m gonna fucking lose it.”

Calla looked entirely pleased with herself. She was so feckin’ adorable. Liam went back up on his knees so he could kiss her deep.

She wrapped her arms around him and pulled him up and into her. His cock bobbed against where she was slick and he groaned low.

“Now you,” Mack said. “Take her pussy. Let her feel both of us at once.”

Liam pulled away from Calla to reach over to open the nightstand drawer. He was surprised when Calla put her hand on his arm. Her eyes were hesitant, then shadowed. “You don’t have to. Wear one. I’m— It won’t—”

Liam put his hand under her chin. “Never be shy with me, baby. You telling me it’s safe because your monthly’s off?”

She nodded, eyes still down.

“Baby that’s the best news I’ve heard all week.” The thought of having her bare made his cock stiffen so much it was almost painful.

“Get inside her,” Mack growled. “I need to move.”

Liam smiled lazily at Mack. “Can’t rush seduction.” He took his cock in hand and brushed it up and down against Calla’s pussy lips.

“Jaysus, she’s so wet,” he whispered.

“Then get the fuck inside her. I want her stuffed full. She’s ours and she needs to know what that feels like.”

Calla made a little needy whine at that and her hazel eyes were full of need when Liam looked at her.

Feckin’ hell, he couldn’t stand it another second. He lifted her left leg up and shoved home.

“Oh,” she gasped, her eyes going wide again.

This must be what heaven felt like. Right here, hiding in plain sight—heaven. This feeling. These two people. His cock buried to the hilt in Calla with Mack up her arse, all their limbs tangled up together.

Liam pushed Calla’s body down until she was laying back against Mack’s chest. He lifted her leg up over his shoulder, pulled back and then thrust back in. He hissed through his teeth at how good it felt.

Calla turned her head to the side and Mack met her lips greedily. They were both so hot. When Mack moved his hips, Liam could feel both Calla and Mack— Jaysus, it was—

Calla turned back to Liam and then her lips were on his. He’d swear he could taste Mack on her.

And it was like she read his mind. Because she pulled back from him and cupped his cheeks. Her eyes closed and her mouth dropped open, head tipping back as he and Mack continued fucking her. She sucked in a quick breath and then her eyes opened. And, still holding his cheeks, she pulled him forward.

But not to her own lips.

She put her hand on the back of his neck and pulled him until he was bent over her shoulder. Face to face with Mackenzie.

“Kiss him,” Calla whispered, her chest heaving between them. “This is all of us. Feel it.

Oh God. I want you to feel it all.”

Liam looked to Mack, alarmed. No. He and Mack weren’t like that. Sure he’d let Mack fuck him that time, and maybe he’d sucked Mack’s dick a few more times—but that was just animal. Bodies fucking. That was all they were to each other.

But when Mack took over for Calla gripping the back of Liam’s neck and his lips crashed against Liam’s, everything he thought he knew flew out the window.

Mack’s jaw was rough with five-o-clock shadow and his lips were hard and thin. Nothing like Calla’s giving softness. But Mack kissed him like… Like he wanted to fucking own him.

Liam’s eyes had dropped closed but they flew open again and he pulled back from Mack.

Wrong move.

Because that meant he was looking Mack straight in the eye. And what he saw there— Jaysus. Did Mack really— Want him? Want him like that? Liam blinked, confused even as he thrust even more forcefully into Calla, matching Mack’s hips.