The Virgin Next Door (Stud Ranch 3)

“Would you mind if Mack put it on?” Calla searched Liam’s eyes.

Liam looked over at Mack in surprise. “Not at all. Go ahead.” He waved Mack close.

Mack looked uncertain for a second. “It’s his gift. I don’t want to—”

“We share everything, don’t we?” Calla asked.

At least for now.

Chills ran down her body when Mack’s calloused hands brushed her neck as he draped the necklace around her. She lifted her hair off her neck as he fumbled with the clasp.

“This is the most beautiful thing I’ve ever worn,” she whispered to Liam. No need for him to know it was the only jewelry s

he’d worn in a long time—since her mother had left anyway. She used to play at trying on her mother’s things but had thrown away the few pieces her mom left behind and never looked back.

Mack finally managed the clasp and stepped back. Calla lowered her hair and Liam came forward, centering the pendent right over the dip of her cleavage.

“You’re so beautiful,” Liam said.

“Perfect,” Mack whispered.

Calla’s cheeks burned and she was glad that she’d nixed the blush when Mel offered it earlier. She was pretty sure her cheeks were plenty pink all on their own.

“Wanna dance?” Liam held out his arm to her. There was a small dance floor off to the left of the main seating area and it was filled with people.

Calla smiled and it was genuine this time. God, it was always like this when she was with them. All her worries and fears disappeared. Even when it was them and the future she was worried about.

She grabbed Mack’s hand with the arm Liam wasn’t holding and dragged him along behind them.

The atmosphere and energy of the small crowd on the dance floor was hard not to get caught up in. Mack pulled Calla into his arms as that Florida-Georgia line song, HOLY, came on over the speakers. Liam stepped up right behind her.

Just like the first night they’d all danced together.

Liam moved her hair behind her ear and whisper sung the lyrics in her ear, “You’re holy, holy, holy, holy, I’m high on loving you.”

Loving? Did he just—

She swung her head around to look at Liam but he’d dipped his face into her hair. She blinked in the dim light of the dance floor, heart and mind racing a mile a minute as she swayed back and forth in their arms.

It was just a song lyric. It didn’t mean anything.

Did it? What if it did?

No. God. If he loved her, why would he say it for the first time off-handed in a song like that. She was a neurotic mess. Fucking hormones!!

She squeezed her eyes shut. Turn off brain. Please, just for tonight. She clutched Mack with one arm and then lifted the other behind her to hold the back of Liam’s neck.

Which reminded her of that night she’d held them close as they’d both taken her. Her panties went damp.

And for the first time all night, all her worries quieted. It was just them. Mack and Liam’s bodies warm on either side of her. The music surrounding them. Perfection.

The next song was a little faster but neither Mack or Liam moved. Calla moved her hips back and forth, grinning when she felt Liam’s hard on against her ass. When she slid forward and ground against the front of Mack’s jeans, she smiled even wider feeling he was hard too. It was such a rush to be able to drive both of them so crazy.

She went up on tiptoe so she could whisper in Mack’s ear. “I’m so wet.”

He growled and pulled her even more roughly against him.

Toby Keith’s I Love This Bar came on and a roar of approval came up from the crowd. People shouted along to the familiar lyrics.