“Step out.”
Calla stepped free of the pile of denim and then
Mack’s hands were on her hips, positioning her so she straddled Liam’s body, her pussy right in Mack’s face. Her hands landed on Mack’s head as he dived in.
Son of a bitch wanted her pleasure for himself. Mack had stopped thrusting while he’d arranged Calla, but then he started up again.
And all the breath left Liam in a great whoosh because Jaysus fucking Christ— His spine lit and he grabbed his cock, jacking himself furiously while Mack thrust so that his cock hit the jackpot every single time.
“Oh God,” Calla cried and Liam felt like shouting along with her. It. Was. Hitting. So. Fucking. Hard.
Cum spurted all over Liam’s hand and he tugged himself even harder. Prostate orgasms were usually intense but this went beyond the—
He groaned in pleasure as he milked the last of his cum from his cock. He looked up at Calla’s soft round arse as she grabbed Mack’s shoulders and trembled against him, her whole body taut a long moment before relaxing.
Only then did Mack shove himself in and out of Liam’s ass more brutally than ever until finally he thrust in and stopped, then pulled out and pushed in again one last time. Liam clenched around him, imagining Mack’s cum filling the condom.
When Liam looked back again, he saw Mack had collapsed into Calla, his arms going around the back of her thighs in an embrace.
And in that moment, as Mack’s cock slipped from Liam’s backside, Liam felt horribly disconnected to both of them. Like he was just a prop in the Calla and Mack show. Useful to be, well, used, but not for anything else.
It was a position Liam had found himself in far too many times before. People had used him for his money all his life. Occasionally for his body and his money—or rather, they used his body as a means to get at his money.
He didn’t even know why he was being such a pussy about it. He’d just gotten laid. What the hell was there to complain about? Well, other than the hard-packed dirt of the floor underneath him and shite, his back was getting scratched to all hell by the hay scattered on the ground. So it was just another hard and dirty fuck. So what? He’d had plenty of those in his life. What was one more?
He crawled out from between Calla’s legs.
But before he got very far, she turned and dropped to his side. She wrapped her arms around Liam’s waist, her forehead to his chest. She clutched him hard.
She was warm. For a second, that was all he could think. Her skin was soft and so, so warm.
She wanted him. He was more than a prop to her.
And Mack?
Liam’s eyes flicked over to him.
Mack was jerking up his athletic shorts and stumbling away from them. Calla’s head turned until both of them were watching Mack. Waiting to see what he would do next.
20
CALLA
“Oh no you don’t.” Calla sprung up to her feet. “You aren’t pulling a runner again.” She marched over to Mack and got in his face. A voice in the back of her head was screaming, oh my God, you’re naked! But the rest of her was too pissed to care.
“You wanted what happened here just as much as we did.” Calla crossed her arms. “Don’t even try denying it.”
Mack’s eyes followed the action of her arms and then paused there. Was he seriously checking out her boobs right now? Men.
“Just proving my point here, pal.” She snapped her fingers in front of her breasts to get his attention.
Mack’s eyes jerked guiltily up to hers and then his jaw went hard.
“Let me guess,” Liam stood up, pulling his jeans on as he went. Yeah, that was probably the dignified way to go in this situation. Clothes. Still, she wasn’t about to give up her ground now.
“This is the part where you tell us we’re just good for a fuck but that’s it?” Liam continued. “Or some other equally arseholish remark?”
Mack’s eyes cut to Liam. “And if it is?”