Skirt Steak (Grade-A Beefcakes 5)

Liam scooped them up.

“You have the weekend off and you’re spending it with us,” I told her. “At my house.”

She looked down at herself. “I can’t go in my pajamas! I need clothes.”

“That’s funny. Don’t you think so, Liam?” I asked.

He grinned, then leaned down to have his turn kissing her. His hand cupped her jaw to keep her right where he wanted her. When he lifted his head, her lips were a dark pink and glistening, no doubt just like her lower ones between her lush thighs.

“If you think you’ll be wearing clothes when you’re with us, we’re not doing this right,” he said. “We’re going to Porter’s house, g

etting you naked and learning every sweet, soft inch of your body. Then we’re going to make you come. Not once, not twice, but again and again until you forget your own name.”

I grunted, thinking of how she was going to look all sweaty and sated in my bed. “Then we’re going to fuck you,” I added. “All night long.”

“Hell, all weekend,” Liam clarified. None of us had to work until Monday and we planned to take advantage of every free minute.

She licked her lips again and said, “Oh my.”

Leaning down, I scooped her up into my arms. Liam opened the door and I carried her to my SUV, settled her into the middle beside me. I’d just clicked her seatbelt around her as Liam climbed in. He held up her keys and a paperback. “Locked up nice and tight. And this is some interesting reading I found when I turned off the living room lamp.”

From the glow of the cabin dome light, I could pretty much bet it was a steamy romance based on the scantily clad couple on the cover.

Jill blushed. Liam offered her a wicked smile as he took his hat off, sat it in his lap.

“This is kidnapping, you know,” she told him, although I could hear the playful tone of her words.

“That’s only if you don’t want to be with us. Last chance, sweetness. Do you want to?” I turned her head toward me, tipped up her chin, kissed her again.

“Yes, I’ll come with you,” she said once I lifted my head.

“Oh sweetness, you’ll come,” I replied, putting the truck into gear and driving off. “We guarantee it.”

6

JILL

* * *

When I realized they’d seen me on the couch touching myself, and even worse, heard me crying out their names as I’d fantasized about being with them, I’d wished the ground had swallowed me up. But when Porter had sucked on my fingers—my sticky fingers—all thoughts fled. That, holy shit, that had been erotic. Sexy as hell. It totally blew my mind and made me realize perhaps they were just as kinky, just as horny as I was.

And now I was between them in the front seat of Porter’s huge SUV. I’d been close to coming when they’d knocked on the door. Combining that arousal with the finger licking and then the kisses… I squirmed. My pussy was wet. My pajama pants definitely had a wet spot. My nipples were hard points.

I was relieved they wanted me. And they wanted me… a lot. Liam had blatantly adjusted himself when he’d settled beside me. All my fears had been for nothing, just like Parker had said. We were headed to Porter’s house, and they’d very thoroughly described how things were going to go.

Orgasms. Lots of them. Followed by fucking and probably even more orgasms.

I squirmed some more as Porter’s garage door opened and he pulled in, shutting off the engine.

The automated door lowered behind us, and we were in a little warm cocoon with only the opener’s overhead light brightening the interior.

“You’re squirming a lot. What’s the matter, sweetness? Is your little pussy eager for some attention?”

Was it? Duh.

I wanted to deny the truth so they didn’t think I was so needy. To keep them from thinking I was a slut. But I wasn’t a slut. I was a woman who had needs and Porter and Liam had clearly stated they wanted to take care of them. And then some.

Instead, I gave in to what I’d wanted to say for months. “Yes. My pussy aches for both of your big dicks.” Bold? Hell yes. But they were offering, and I was going to take.