No, you go right ahead. Neither of you need me when you’ve got one another.
Beck darted a glance in the rearview mirror, straightening up slightly and lifting his chin, focused on Hammer’s strumming fingers. Seth suddenly tensed as if he’d zeroed in on the sexual air swirling in the car.
Shifting in his seat, the big blond man looked over his shoulder, his gaze settling on Raine’s splayed thighs barely covered by the skirt. “Damn. That’s pretty. Smells good.”
Liam wanted to punch his friend in the mouth.
“It’s not yours,” Hammer growled.
Liam’s gut twisted. Who the fuck was Macen talking to? Just Seth? It didn’t seem that way. At the moment, Raine didn’t feel like his at all.
Clenching his teeth, he turned away to stare out the window. His body hummed with frustration and suppressed fury. Every little catch of her breath stabbed him deep. At the scent of her hot, feminine arousal, jealousy burned like acid.
“Spread wider for me,” Hammer muttered thickly.
“Liam,” Raine moaned in a breathy whisper.
He turned and watched her squirm in her seat, wanton and desperate, uninhibited. Raine had opened herself utterly to Macen, so Liam didn’t answer. What could he say? She didn’t need him. And he didn’t need her pity.
Hammer grunted in approval as he kissed her and swallowed her moan. Liam watched as Macen planted his fingers deeper in her pussy. Raine reached out to clasp Liam’s hand and lift it to her breast as if pleading for his touch. Desire snaked through his veins. No denying she had beautiful breasts, and he’d like nothing more than to work his way deep inside her again. But he’d be damned if he’d be a third wheel. An afterthought.
Liam let his hand slide back to his lap and shifted his body, separating himself even farther from the lovers. He focused out the window once more.
“Are you ready to fly for me, Raine?” Hammer teased.
Not for us, asshole. Just for you. Liam gritted his teeth.
“Yes. I need…” she panted out, struggling to catch her breath.
Clearly, she would have no trouble orgasming without him.
“Beg sweetly, and I’ll give it to you,” Hammer promised.
“Please. But I… Liam?” she called to him again.
He flinched, pretending not to hear. Why were they bothering now?
“Shh, he’s fine. Straddle my lap, precious,” Hammer muttered, his voice thick with lust.
“Wait, Macen.” Raine gasped, rustled. “Just…stop. Don’t!”
“What?” Hammer sounded like he struggled to catch his breath.
“Liam?” she called to him again. “What’s wrong?”
Oh, so it finally matters to you two that I’m here?
“I’m not in the mood.” He tried not to snarl the words.
Hammer sighed heavily. “For fuck’s sake…”
Liam heard the whisper of fabric, as if Raine readjusted her clothing. Still, he didn’t turn to look at them; he couldn’t. Scraped raw, he tried to breathe, grab a hold of his temper. No such luck. It continued to pulse, white, hot, and unrelenting.
So they hadn’t actually fucked in the car. Small bloody comfort. How much longer before he could get out of this rolling torture chamber and put some distance between them? The road signs told him it would be longer than he’d like.
Holding in a curse, he glanced over his shoulder to find Hammer staring at him with something that resembled fury. Liam opened his mouth to let his rage fly, when Macen zipped his stare down to Raine. Liam followed suit.
The rejection in her posture—the way she hunched her shoulders protectively, head down, arms wrapped tightly around her middle—ripped at his heart. The sweltering resentment bubbling in his veins evaporated instantly. He’d turned her away, and now she tried to hide in her own skin and shield herself from the pain.
Bloody fucking hell. Liam felt as if someone had hit him in the chest with a battering ram.
He’d done this to her. And why? Where had all this ugly envy come from? It wasn’t as if Raine cheated on him with Hammer. Yet he wallowed in betrayal, like the night he’d collared her…and she’d left him to spend it in Hammer’s bed. The only difference was that now Hammer intended to screw Raine in front of him instead of behind his back.
He knew what sharing a sub meant, and Raine was the epitome of everything he’d ever wanted. So why had he needed to exercise all his self-control not to beat Hammer to a pulp and rail at her? Had he really thought they didn’t give a shit about him? Christ, he had enough to deal with. He didn’t need to add more torment to the list, especially self-inflicted.
All he wanted in that moment was to hug Raine close, feel the warmth and comfort of her soft and sure in his arms. With his pride so wounded, he didn’t know how reach out to her. And after hurting her, did he even deserve to?
Hammer cleared his throat. Liam met his friend’s gaze. Understanding flickered before Macen arched his brows and nodded toward her. The message was clear: Fix the damage he’d done to their girl’s fragile heart.