I frowned. “Because there were thousands of them and you would have worked all weekend.”
The corner of Liam’s mouth went up. “Did you help because you thought I couldn’t do it?”
“No, of course not.” I shook my head. The idea was actually silly. “You needed help.”
He came over, tapped the tip of my nose. “Exactly. You’re working at Dr. Metzger’s office and the hospital so you can pay off your debts. No other reason. We want to help you with that, not because you can’t do it, but because helping will make it easier for you.”
I relaxed, let the anger fade. They were just trying to be nice. Like they said, gentlemanly. Still… “I understand your point, but there’s a big difference between money and licking things.”
Liam’s eyebrows went up. “I’ve got something you can lick.”
I laughed and rolled my eyes, the tension diffused.
“It’s all about trust, sweetness,” Porter said, coming around the island, stepping close, close enough to settle his hand on my waist. “We’ve all fallen hard and fast, but we’ll work on it.”
My heart thudded and I glanced between the two of them. We might have been hot and heavy all weekend, they might have vowed forever, but this was the first time they’d said how they felt about me. “You’ve fallen for me?”
They stared at me as if I’d grown a second head.
Liam put his hands on his hips, stared at the floor for a minute, then looked at me. “I don’t know if I should spank you or fuck you so you know how I feel about you. Woman, I’m sharing you because I love you.”
“Perhaps spank, then fuck,” Porter offered. He tipped up my chin. “We said forever. We claimed you. Fucked you bare. Of course we’ve fallen for you. I love you, Jillian Murphy.”
A feeling of lightness, happiness, elation pumped through my veins and I couldn’t help the smile. “Well, I love you, too.”
Both men beamed, as if their favorite football team just won the Super Bowl.
“Love is why we want to make things easier, not because we’re men,” Porter said.
Liam chuckled. “Well, I hope you love us because we’re men, otherwise we need to have a talk. I’d say being in love is a good start toward trust, huh?” Liam asked.
“Definitely,” Porter added. “You might not trust us merging bank accounts, but you trust us with your body, giving you pleasure. That’s far more precious to me. Liam, you should have seen her earlier, naked, legs over my shoulders, writhing as I ate her pussy.”
Liam groaned and moved in on my other side.
I could feel my cheeks heat. “I thought a gentleman didn’t kiss and tell.”
“I share you with Liam,” Porter countered. “No one else.”
“Like right now,” Liam said, his voice dropping deep in what I now thought of as his sexy voice. His finger slid down my neck and across my shoulder, moving the flannel to expose a few inches of my skin. “Two dicks, baby. Right now. Where do you want them?”
Porter brought his finger up to my lips. Tapped. “Here?” He switched directions and worked it down the center of my body, between my breasts, circled my belly button, then moved lower and dipped into my pussy. He groaned, probably feeling how wet I was, and said, “Here?”
I shivered in anticipation of here or here.
As he continued to slowly finger fuck me, Liam’s hand slid up my thigh, lifting the shirt and cupping my bottom, his thumb dipping between my cheeks. He found my back entrance and I gasped. While his touch was gossamer soft, I went up on my tiptoes surprised by the burst of heat and sensation. He was touching me… there. “Or here?”
12
LIAM
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Seeing Jill in Porter’s shirt had made me stop in the kitchen doorway. The flannel was an obvious sign that Porter had gotten her out of her scrubs. That, combined with her hair mussed and her cheeks flushed was evidence she’d been fucked and fucked well. The feeling in my chest wasn’t jealousy, but something else entirely.
Fear.
If Jill could be so well satisfied by Porter, why did she need me?