Skirt Steak (Grade-A Beefcakes 5)

“Oh?” she asked, stepping close.

“Your smile, sweetness.” I stroked a finger over her cheek. “Just what I love to see.”

Her grin spread across her face and she looked away, suddenly a little shy. Even in the darkness, I could see her cheeks pinken. “That smile isn’t just for you, Porter Duke.”

Liam took hold of her hand and tugged her gently toward him. He lowered his head and gave her a quick kiss on the lips. “That’s right, some of that sugar’s for me, too. Right?”

Jill looked up at him, nodded. I wasn’t holding my breath, but I felt like my entire body exhaled. It was the first time the three of us had done anything together and the fact that she kissed Liam in front of me was a good sign. Was tonight the night she agreed to share herself with both of us?

“That’s our girl,” he said, then took her hand. “Everything all right?”

An orange hat covered her head, her dark hair trailing long down her back. With her thick, black coat going down to her knees, I could only see a bit of jeans tucked into boots. No colorful scrubs, so she must have changed at the doctor’s office before meeting us.

Her smile slipped a little and she sighed. “Just talking with Parker.”

Ah. She’d been working in my office for two months and had tried to stay out of whatever the hell Liam and I were doing with Jill. Not very well. Clearly, she was working on Jill. I just had to hope she was trying to get our girl to admit she was into both of us.

“Talking about good stuff, I hope,” Liam said.

“I hope,” she murmured, taking a deep breath and smiling brilliantly. “I’m starved.”

I nodded, took her hand. “Then let’s get you fed.”

Then maybe, after we talked and finally got her to admit she wanted both of us, we could get her to my house and feed her something else. Like our cocks.

3

LIAM

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I was used to interrogating suspects, working them for answers, getting them to admit the truth. My knuckles showed the scars from fighting when I was younger, when I liked to use my fists to solve problems. But the badge on my chest considered that kind of dispute resolution illegal, so I got good with my words. As the county DA, Porter was, too. But Jill Murphy wasn’t a suspect, and there hadn’t been any hard evidence to prove that she wanted us both. Until now.

She’d asked us to meet her for dinner, which she’d never done before. We’d taken her out separately, never together. I’d been bold out on the sidewalk and kissed her, and she’d let me. With Porter watching. She wouldn’t have let me do that if she hadn’t been okay with it, if it hadn’t screamed I want both of you!

I had it bad. Completely pussy whipped and I hadn’t even had any of her pussy.

Jill was so fucking good. Honorable to a fault. She wasn’t sneaky, dating two men secretly. Not that it was possible in a town the size of Raines, but I’d known women to try it. Guys, too. Ended up going on a few domestic calls for just this reason.

But being honorable didn’t mean she was all sweet and pure. No woman who wanted two men could be. She had to know what it would be like, that two sets of hands, two mouths, two cocks were better than one.

At twenty-six, she definitely wasn’t a virgin. And while all she’d had were kisses the past two months, it didn’t mean she didn’t dream of more. Didn’t slide her hand in her panties and make herself come. Pull a vibrator or big dildo from her bedside table and get off thinking of me and Porter. She could play all she wanted, but it would be nothing like the real thing. I was bigger than any dildo she could buy and while Porter and I had never shared a woman before, I had no doubt he’d ruin her for any battery operated boyfriend.

But the table between us wasn’t in an interrogation room. Jill wasn’t a suspect. She was my future wife. I wouldn’t force the words I wanted from her.

No, she’d give them to me. To us.

I’d never shared a woman before. Never considered it. Not until Jill. Yeah, it might be a little awkward at first getting naked and fucking her with Porter in the room. Hell, in the same bed, and eventually at the same time, but it was all about Jill. We’d been friends long enough, shared enough experiences to know we wanted to make a life with her together.

The scent of burgers made my mouth water and country music came from the jukebox in the corner. Cassidy’s was busy, filled with a lingering happy hour crowd and those who wanted a dinner out. It was too early for the heavy drinkers. I didn’t give any of that my attention. I was focused solely and completely on Jill. With her expressive dark eyes, heart-shaped face, full lips and gorgeous brown hair, I couldn’t look away.

Jill had been leading things with us up until now. It was time for us to take over. Ironic it was here at Cassidy’s since this was the first place I laid eyes on her. The place where I decided she’d be mine. That Porter and I would share her. I glanced at him, and he gave me a slight nod.

We couldn’t force a confession, but we could definitely try to coax one from her.

“How was work?” I asked, starting off easy.

Porter and I were too big to fit comfortably in one of the booths along the walls, so we were at a four-top table. We’d piled our outerwear on the empty chair beside her. Her hair was a little mussed from tugging off her hat, but I liked it that way because it made me think of what it might look like after a long night of fucking. Winter clothing didn’t show a lot of skin, and Jill’s pale pink sweater covered her from neck to wrist. But it didn’t hide her soft curves as she sat across from us.