Mack kept pressing forward with his cock as Liam pushed back against him, struggling up to his knees.
“That’s right,” Mack said, grabbing Liam’s ass hard. “Look who can’t wait to take it up the ass. How long you had a hard-on for me? How many nights you slept in the wet spot after coming to the thought of me? Come on,” he lunged deeper. “Tell me.
Liam turned and glared over his shoulder. “Fuck you.”
Mack laughed. Shit but this felt good. So goddamned good. “No, fuck you.” He shoved his cock all the way in to the hilt to emphasize his point. Liam’s mouth dropped open and his face contorted. Pleasure or pain, Mack couldn’t tell. He suspected both.
“Show me how fuckin’ hard you are for me.” Mack reached around Liam’s waist and grabbed for his cock. It was a good size. Fucking thick too.
“You stuck this cock in Calla? You two fuck after I left?”
Liam’s eyes opened again and he smirked. How he had the nerve to smirk at Mack while he had his cock up his ass, Mack didn’t know.
“I fucked her so good she couldn’t even remember your name by the time I was through.”
Mack jerked his hips back and then he rammed back in. Liam grunted as his body jolted forward. Mack grinned.
“You ride her as hard as I’m riding you?”
Liam’s eyes narrowed in challenge, his head still swung back to look at Mack over his shoulder. “You call this hard? I barely even feel your mickey. That a pencil back there?”
Oh he was fucking in for it now. Mack growled in determination as he pulled out and shoved back in. All the way. No fucking mercy. And Christ, the way Liam’s body clenched on him.
Then Liam shifted, shoving back against Mack’s thighs as Mack thrust forward. Mack grabbed one of his shoulders and then started pounding the fuck out of him.
And for the first time since Mack had read that fucking email earlier, his mind cleared. Christ, he’d forgotten how a good lay could do that. Make all the other bad shit go away.
Ben had known. And he’d known Mack needed it just as much as he had. But Mack
had always had to be careful with Ben. He couldn’t take him hard. Not after what Ben went through. No matter the dominance games they played, Ben was only comfortable with certain positions. Certain role play. Slow and easy, that’s how it had been between them. Every inch Mack gained he had to coax from Ben, even though it was Ben who’d pushed them being together in the first place.
But Liam apparently wasn’t in the market for slow. And pile driving his ass like a mad motherfucker seemed to turn the guy on even more. His hips bucked as he rode Mack’s cock, faster and faster until the slap of their flesh echoed around the barn.
That was when he heard a high-pitched yip of surprise. And it didn’t come from Liam. Both Liam’s and Mack’s head swung to the barn door and Mack froze.
Fuck.
It was Calla.
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LIAM
Shite. Liam stared at Calla. This was bad. What the hell had he been thinking?
“Calla, I—” Liam started but then broke off. Because what could he really say while Mack’s cock was buried up his arse?
Her eyes were wide as saucers and she had a tall glass of lemonade in her hand. “I thought you might be thirsty, working up such a sweat,” she whispered, eyes flicking to Mack.
A heavy silence fell around them.
“After all the shit I said to you, you came back with fucking lemonade?” Mack’s voice was half-strangled.
Calla gulped and looked down.
“I’ll just go—” Calla started but Mack cut her off.
“You aren’t going anywhere. You’re gonna sit your ass down right here,” Mack pointed to a bench beside them, “and take off your overalls.”