He and Liam shared a glance as they shed the last of their clothes. A look told Macen they were in the same place—heads and hearts. They would focus on nothing except one another.
Together, he and Liam prowled toward the bed and tugged off Raine’s blouse and bra. The silky fabric whispered away to slowly reveal her soft skin—shoulder, swell, breast. His breath caught. She glowed. Every time he thought Raine couldn’t get more beautiful to him, she proved him wrong.
Beside him, Liam unveiled her other breast with a soft curse of need.
She glanced between them, her lips trembling. And she held her arms out to them.
Hammer didn’t waste another second.
He fell to his knees beside her, cradling her swelling flesh in his hand. Then he swooped down to suckle a berry-hued nipple between his lips. From the corner of his eye, he watched Liam bathe her other breast in reverent attention.
They drew her deep in their mouths, lavishing all their focus on her adoration and pleasure. Raine softly sighed and held their heads to her breasts, moaning, giving herself over to them completely.
As he curled his tongue around the bud and reveled in her arching and soft cries, he trailed his fingertips down her body, skimming the curve of her waist, pushing her yoga pants down, and inching to her naked folds.
Liam’s hand was already there, arousing, exploring. “How does it feel with both of us touching you after so long, love?”
“Better than good. Meant to be.” Her voice cracked with emotion. “I don’t ever want this to end.”
None of them did.
Melancholy hung in the air. If Hammer let it, that desolation would crush him, so he focused on their intimacy. He filed away every shred of love they shared and committed it to memory.
Liam tugged her pants off and curled his fingers into her opening, making room for Hammer to skim her swollen clit.
As they enveloped her cunt, she spread her legs open to them. No coy games, no barriers. Just soft moans of pleading and worship that fired his desire to insane, head-swimming heights.
Dizzy, drunk on her, Hammer lifted from her breast. God, he couldn’t even glance at her without wanting to swallow her whole. His blood scorched. His cock throbbed.
Nothing could ever fulfill him the way being with Raine and Liam could.
Growling, Macen dove in and slanted his lips over Raine’s. Sweeping his tongue along every crevice and recess of her mouth, he poured out his longing as one sweltering kiss rolled into the next. He drank in her flavor and tucked away every nuance so he could pluck it out when he missed her most…like every fucking day.
He stared at her pretty mouth. “Precious.”
“I love you, Macen,” she whispered.
Christ, how was he ever going to survive without her?
“I love you, Raine,” he whispered. “I always have. I always will.”
Hammer trailed his tongue toward her navel. He tasted the salt of her skin as he caught sight of Liam’s glistening fingers working in and out of her core. Her feminine scent hung strong and alluring in the air. Macen had no doubt he and Liam would take her in every way until she was limp and spent and thoroughly loved.
As Macen’s stare trailed down the naked flush of her skin, he zeroed in on the barely perceptible bump of her belly. It would be indistinguishable to someone who wasn’t her lover. But to him, the changes were staggering.
“Wait there. Don’t move.” He vaulted off the bed.
“Where are you going?” She sounded worried.
“I’m not leaving,” Hammer assured. “It’s just… I need to see you.”
He flipped on the canned lights overhead, bathing the room in brilliance, before dashing to both the nightstands. Once he’d turned on the bedside lamps, he climbed back onto the mattress, loving the way the soft glow illuminated her like a pearl.
His gaze drifted over the darkened flesh of her tightly drawn nipples before caressing its way back to where their baby grew inside her protective womb. Ever since the ER doctor shocked them with the news of her pregnancy, he’d comprehended that she carried life inside her, but seeing the evidence now made it sharply real.
Would he ever see Raine’s belly grow ripe and full if he was locked away? Would he feel the child they had created roll and kick beneath her stretched skin? And when this sweet little miracle entered the world, would Liam and Raine welcome this baby alone? Macen knew he might miss the first cry of life, the feel of the wriggling bundle in his arms, and the clean scent of their child. He wouldn’t rub the warm skin or peach-fuzz hair beneath his lips. He wouldn’t be there to watch their little one grow, to protect, guide, and teach the million and one things he ached to bestow.