Fury (Savage MC-Tennessee 4)

“Why does it sound like you know all about this?” I ask, not liking the idea at all.

“I don’t, at least not personally. I got a buddy that I served overseas with and he was tight with this other dude, Sabre. I didn’t know Sabre as well, but he seemed like a good enough guy. Sabre brought my guy into the relationship he had with his wife.”

“It didn’t work?”

“Worked really good. The three of them seemed extremely happy. Annie is a sweet woman and Latch? He needed that. He hadn’t had that shit in his life.”

“Then, I don’t—”

“He fell in love with Annie.”

“So? I mean you said they were happy together. He and Sabre obviously had to love each other. It sounds like the perfect situation. Unless, Annie didn’t care—”

“I don’t think I’ve met one person that Annie doesn’t care for. She’s a good woman with a big heart, Ice.”

“Then, I don’t understand.”

“Latch and Sabre respect each other, they’re brothers in every sense of the word except by blood, but they don’t get off on each other’s dicks. Their threesome is all about Annie and giving her pleasure.”

“Oh, wow. That’s kind of amazing if you think about it. Annie’s a lucky woman.”

“That something you want, Ice?”

“What?” I gasp, my face heating, because I was imagining being a woman that had two men in her bed, focused completely on me. It seems like the ultimate fantasy. I don’t think it’s something I could do, but I can see the appeal.

“Fuck, you do,” Liam says, as he tilts his face down to look at me.

“Liam—”

“You want that, Ice. I’ll give it to you.”

“You would?” I ask, completely shocked. There are many things I know about Liam in the bedroom, but none of those screams that he shares well with others. I’ve always kind of liked that. This is a revelation and I’m not sure how I feel about it. I’m a little excited, maybe even scared, but weirdly disappointed, too. Mostly, I’m overwhelmingly confused.

Definitely confused.

“I love you, Ellie. If you want that, then I’m going to give it to you, but it will be on my terms.”

“Your terms?”

“I pick the man. It has to be someone I trust, implicitly. Also, I control what happens and it only happens in a hotel, not our bed. Our bed is ours. You and me. I don’t want to be fucking you and some other fucker be there, ever.”

I pull back to listen to Liam, and watch him as he lays it out. I don’t know how I feel about it, but I can tell he’s got very clear feelings about everything and I want to watch his face. I prop my head up on my hand, my elbow pushing into the mattress.

“What else,” I murmur, sifting through everything he says, while trying to wrap my mind around the fact that Liam is saying all of this. I mean I was married to him. We were together for a while and yet, this completely shocks me.

“His dick never gets inside of you. You have a baby, it’s mine. I come inside of you, it’s my cum. I don’t want some fucker’s there hanging out before me.”

“I uh…I’m not sure that’s how it works. The just hanging out inside of me thing, because…eww.”

“I’m serious, Ellie.”

“I can see that,” I whisper, because I can. Actually, he’s getting kind of worked up about it the more he talks, and not in good ways. He seems…upset. Heck, he might even be pissed off. “What about my mouth?” I ask, knowing I’m poking the bear at this point, but I need to see where this goes.

“Fuck, no,” he growls. “You never suck another motherfucker off. I’m not kissing my woman only to taste some other man’s jizz. That’s never happening,” he declares absolutely. “I’ve made it all this time without tasting some ball bag’s cum and I’m not changing that now.”

“I…okay, so let me get this straight. You’ll give me a threesome, but the guy isn’t allowed to actually…do me and I can’t get him off, do I have that right?”

“He can touch you, but only when and how I tell him,” Liam allows. “And you can use your hand on him, but only if you want to. He has to have a condom though. His cum is not allowed to touch your body.”

I let out a startled laugh.

“What?” Liam asks, defensively.

“It doesn’t sound like much fun for him, Liam. I doubt you can find a man to agree.”

“Bullshit. He gets to touch you and see you come, Ellie. Trust me, finding someone who wants that is the easy part.”

It’s a weird compliment, but a compliment all the same. It makes me lean up and kiss the tip of Liam’s chin—mostly because that’s all I can reach from this angle. Then, a thought occurs to me and I frown.