Raine raised her chin. “Hi.”
Liam arched a brow at her.
“Sirs,” she added hastily. She’d behaved casually for so long, she had trouble remembering her protocol.
Liam smiled at her before extending his hand and leading her toward the empty chair between him and Hammer. “You look lovely, lass.”
“Scrumptious,” Macen whispered in her ear as she sat. “I know what’s for dessert.”
As the other men resumed their seats, heat rushed up her face. She sent him a delicate scowl. “Hammer…”
He chuckled.
The men had set the table and laid out the meal the caretaker’s wife had prepared. Everything looked fine, but Raine still frowned. “I would have been happy to cook.”
“We enjoy when you do,” Hammer said. “But we need you focused, not disappearing into the kitchen.”
“Besides…” Liam glided his hand up her thigh, his fingers inching breathlessly close to her silky thong. “You’ll need to save your strength.”
Raine’s breath caught. She zipped a questioning glance his way. He leveled her a smoldering stare. She shifted in her chair, wondering how she was going to make it through this meal.
“So, princess, did you enjoy your bath?” Beck asked with a wicked grin. He was being a jackass.
She answered with sticky sweetness. “It was nice, Sir.”
“Just nice?” Hammer baited as he set a crusty dinner roll on her plate.
She resisted the urge to throw it at him. “Fine. Lovely. Enjoyable.”
Trailing the pads of his fingers down her arm, Liam grinned as goose bumps peppered her flesh. “I’d call it amazing. An experience worth repeating.”
“Very soon.” Hammer smirked as he loaded her plate with chicken and rice casserole.
The men ate with gusto, chugging back a beer. Raine scooted her food across her plate with her fork and sipped at her wine, the appetite she’d had minutes ago now an afterthought. What would the next few days bring? And how would she get through them? Would there be an orgasm in her future?
“I didn’t know you had this place, Liam,” Seth said into the silence. “Do you come up here much? Ski in the winter, hit the lake in the summer?”
“I just inherited it last year, but I hope to visit more often.”
Raine only half listened until Liam grazed his fingers over the silk covering her pussy. An electric arc danced through her body. A vicious ache followed. She grasped the table.
Damn, she’d been on edge all day. She struggled for a breath. A moan clogged her throat, and she barely managed to swallow it down.
“You’re not eating, precious.” Hammer smiled her way, mischief in his eyes. “Something wrong?”
“No, Sir.” Under his watchful gaze, she speared a chunk of chicken and forced herself to chew.
Liam caressed down her thigh, then scooted back from the table. Without warning, he hoisted her onto his lap. “I’m not sure I believe that, Hammer. Do you?”
Raine swallowed tightly, feeling wired and flustered. They were going to dissect her thoughts, and all she could focus on was their touches and hot stares undressing her, with Liam’s heat enveloping her and his steely erection prodding her thigh.
“No. Let’s help her.” Macen glided his fingertips up her calf.
She tried not to whimper.
After tearing apart a steaming roll heaped with melted butter, Liam lifted a piece and coaxed her to open for him. When she did, he slid the morsel into her mouth, his fingers lingering on her lips, urging her to lick them clean. His dark stare held hers captive, and Raine drowned. He anchored her in his steely arms, both giving her tenderness and oozing sex. She clung in return, sucking on the slightly rough pads of his fingers, tasting the salt on his skin.
Hammer moved her plate next to Liam’s and slid closer, occupying her chair. As his body heat assailed her, he reached into his salad bowl and plucked up a thick slice of cucumber, slathered in dressing.
“Open for me, precious,” Hammer commanded.
As she leaned in, lips parted, a drop of the creamy sauce splattered on the swell of her breast, trickling down the pale flesh. His eyes flared with heat as he eased the vegetable onto her tongue. Then he bent and licked the dressing from her skin, his lips brushing down the curve of her chest until he nipped her turgid crest through the lace and sucked hard.
Liam swallowed her moan by fusing his lips over hers and dominating her mouth, tangling his fingers in her hair.
Raine’s body burned. Her heart roared in her ears…but she could still hear Beck groan from the other side of the table.
“Holy shit,” Seth muttered.
Hammer turned his attention to her other nipple, leaving the first hard bud aching and clinging to the fabric. She arched to him, then wrapped her hand around Liam’s nape, drawing him closer and losing herself in his kiss.
He jerked away, then elbowed Macen in the shoulder. “She needs to eat.”