The Virgin Next Door (Stud Ranch 3)

Liam crawled up the bed and Calla joined him. She crawled over Mack, kissing him long and lazily.

He closed his eyes and sank into the sensation. The solid bump of her stomach pressed into him. Their child. Growing inside her. It was so

fucking insane.

He couldn’t believe he was here. Wanted. Loved.

Calla let out a sudden breathy little gasp and Mack lifted his heavy eyes to look over her shoulder. Liam’s face was a mask of concentration.

Damn, he was taking her ass.

Mack felt his cock stir back to life. Holy shit. The orgasm he had, he thought he’d be satisfied for a whole week. A goddamned month.

But with Calla’s body jerking over his as Liam took her ass, his cock got stiffer and stiffer.

He pulled Calla’s head down for a deep kiss even as he reached to line up his cock at her entrance. Jesus she was wet. So wet and wanting. Always wanting.

As Mack slid home inside her, feeling Liam’s cock through the thin wall of her body, he thought: fuck. This is it. This is perfection.

He’d spent so much of his life filled with hate. Waging his one-man war against evil. Willing to die for it.

Only to discover that there was also a certain kind of beautiful in the world so precious that once you found it, there was nothing to do except live for it. Breathe for it. Give every last ounce of your being for it.

It was a lesson he was learning late.

But one he’d happily spend the rest of his life perfecting.