Love of Liberty

by Lila Rose

  Liam stood, and I watched as both went into the kitchen. How did I get so lucky?

  Chapter Eleven

  Damien

  Smiling, it was easy to do when a person was happy and content in life, when your heart was full. So even when I woke early, I found myself grinning like a fucking fool. I wasn’t sure what woke me, but I sat up and looked down to only find Liberty in bed. I definitely needed a bigger bed. With Liam and myself both being on the beefier side, it had made sleeping a challenge. We ended up both spooning Liberty throughout the night. Not that she complained about it. Hell, I wasn’t really complaining either. But it’d be good to have a bigger bed to have some space to do some other awesome activities in.

  When I curled her silky hair around her ear, she didn’t even stir. Our woman was a sound sleeper, who also hated mornings.

  Climbing out of bed, I rubbed a hand through my hair and went in search for our other bed partner. I found him in the kitchen, grabbing a glass of water, only he was also dressed and not in the briefs he’d gone to bed in.

  “Where you going?” I asked. He jumped, making me chuckle.

  Liam spun around. “You scared the fuck out of me. I’m heading home to get some fresh clothes for the day before I come back to get Liberty.”

  “It’s only four.” I pointed out the clock on the microwave.

  He smirked. “I realise this, genius. I want to head to the gym for a workout anyway.”

  “Last night wasn’t a workout enough?” I asked playfully, making my way over to stop right in front of him. Just thinking of the previous night was giving my dick a semi.

  He rolled his eyes but did it smiling. “It was, but I still enjoy a morning workout.”

  “Hmm.” I stepped closer, and his eyes widened. I wondered if that would ever change. If Liam would get used to me wanting him, because for me, after our night together, I was really in it with him. He’d got me hard, my heart beating just for him, and then seeing Liam with Liberty…. I’d fucking swooned like a little girl. “I think I could help out with an early workout,” I said, threading my arms under his and landing them on his arse before I tugged him close and kissed him roughly.

  He groaned, his hands finding my shoulders where he gripped. I thrust my erection into him and found he was also hard. Our hands had a mind of their own and ran over each other. I couldn’t get enough of touching him. It still blew my fucking mind I was touching a guy the way I was, kissing him and goddamn loving it.

  Liam.

  It was only and ever would be Liam.

  Laying a hand over his dick through his jeans, I pressed on it and dragged my hand up and down. He tore his mouth from mine, his head falling back. He cursed to the roof, and I took the chance of ridding him of his tee. He met my gaze with hooded eyes. Placing my hands on the top of his jeans, I kept his gaze as I undid the top button and then slowly unzipped him. His mouth opened to let out a ragged breath, and I wanted nothing more than to bite down on that bottom lip and suck on it. So I did. He groaned, and when I snuck my hand in to pull him free of his pants, he tagged the back of my neck and kissed me deeper.

  Palming his cock and sliding my hand up and down was going to be my new hobby. The touch, the sensation, everything about the action was so damn fucking perfect, I didn’t know if I’d ever get enough of it.

  My lips trailed down to his chin, his neck, only to freeze when I heard, “Fuck me?” His chest rose and fell rapidly. My dick jerked at the thought. He wanted me inside him, but I had no idea if I was for it. Liam’s hand came to the side of my neck, and he straightened me so he had my eyes. “Never wanted anyone inside me, but I do you.”

  “Hell,” I breathed out and then nodded. “What do I have to do?”

  “Should we get Liberty?” Liam asked. Then I remembered what Chance said. That we’d need our alone time as well as the three of us and…. Christ, for the first time I was going to fuck Liam I wanted it just between us. We could tell her later. I had no doubt that she’d get off on it.

  “No.” I shook my head. “Not for this time.”

  Liam seemed to relax and smiled. He liked what I chose.

  “You ever, ah, had arse play?” I asked.

  “Yes, just never went all the way.”

  I grinned. He chuckled.

  Clicking my fingers, I said, “We’ll need lube,” then went to the kitchen drawer, pulled it open and produced a tube.

  His brows rose. “You keep lube in your kitchen drawer?”

  Shrugging, I said, “Never know when I’ll need it to tug one off. Only this will be a better use for it.”

  “You really want to fuck me?” he whispered.

  “You make me hot with a kiss, a touch. I’ll be fucking crazy and probably jizz even before any action, but the thought of being inside of you….” I slipped my boxers off to show him how hard I was. “Yeah, I want you.”

  His eyes slowly glided over my body. He licked his lips and then pushed his jeans all the way down, kicking them off. “Come here,” he ordered. I was sure I just about skipped back over to him. How could this one man make me so fucking crazed with need? But he did.

  Liam grabbed me, and I stumbled against him before his lips were on mine, kissing me. He rubbed his dick against mine. I gripped his waist enjoying the feeling.

  As we kept rubbing, Liam broke the kiss and said, “Give me the lube, I’ll, ah, get myself… fuck… ready.”

  I didn’t want that. If we were doing this, we had to do it together. Shaking my head, I told him, “Don’t be shy with what you want. We’re doing this. I’ll tell you again, I’m all in. After two fucking days knowing you, I have the biggest crush, and I want this, everything you want. Tell me what to do.”

  He gulped, swore, and nodded before leaning in and whispering in my ear what he needed. I had to prepare him for my size with my fingers. Hell, I could do that. So as we groped, kissed, and tasted each other’s skin, I reached my hand around with lube on my fingers and touched his puckered hole. He tensed. “Relax,” I demanded. He let out a shocked laugh at my tone. Nibbling his neck, trying to relax him, I palmed his cock with my other hand while I ran my finger around his ring. Finally, he started to relax, his body slackening, his breathing increasing with excitement.

  A groan escaped my lips when Liam sucked on my nipple. Fuck, I wanted his arse so fucking bad. Easing one finger inside him, I focused hard on not coming at the moan he made. He tensed around my finger. Carefully, I withdrew and rubbed around the ring again. When he relaxed once more, I returned to kissing his body, and I tried again. I’d put enough lube there, so I knew he wasn’t dry.

  My dick was about ready to explode with the need to have him wrapped around me. Touching him like I was, hell, it was different and so fucking hot. A whole world I’d never explored beckoned me, and I was glad, more than glad, to be doing it with Liam.

  Once I was past the tightest part, I pushed in further, and next he was groaning. A gasp pulled him from my chest before he claimed my lips with his. “Fuck, yes,” he grunted against my mouth as I removed my finger and slipped it back in. He growled low and cursed, backing onto my finger faster and faster.

  “More,” he ordered. Rubbing another finger on the other to get more lube, I then inserted both. He gripped my dick, and I hissed at the tightness. He moaned again when I thrust my fingers in harder. “Fuck me, fuck, please.”

  “You sure?” I asked.

  “Yes,” he clipped.

  Withdrawing my fingers, I turned him and pressed his chest down to the counter with my hand to his back. He went willingly. Reaching out, I grabbed the lube and coated my dick with it. I didn’t want to hurt him. Still, I’d heard the start could. The thought made my gut clench.

  With my dick in hand, I stepped up and lined my tip with Liam’s puckered hole. Laying my free hand to his back, I rubbed and then gently pushed inside of him. He took a large gulp of air. “You okay?” I asked, pausing.

  “Yes, keep going.”

  With my hand on his
hips, I pressed in further, pushing past the resistance, and found my dick slipped in easier. “Christ, so tight,” I bit out through clenched teeth. The feel of Liam surrounding my cock was fucking amazing.

  He pushed back onto my cock more. He wanted me to fuck him. I backed up and thrust my hips forward, and he groaned loudly. Hearing it and seeing Liam in front of me while my dick was inside of him… I wasn’t going to last.

  “You feel so fucking good,” he admitted. “So good.” He moaned.

  “Jesus,” I hissed and pounded into him harder. I couldn’t stop, couldn’t slow. I was lost to the feeling, lost in seeing Liam before me.

  I wanted it to be me. I wanted Liam to bend me over and fuck me. I wanted to feel him inside me.

  Leaning down as I pounded into his tight arse, I kissed his back and bit down. He groaned. Reaching around, I found his hand already on his cock. I shoved it away and took hold of him. As I fucked him, I jerked him off. It took a moment to get the rhythm right, but it worked.

  A gasp caught our attention. We both looked to the doorway to find Liberty there with her hand in her panties, playing with herself.

  We both moaned at the beautiful sight.

  “Get over here,” Liam ordered.

  She shook her head.

  “Liberty,” he clipped and then cursed when I adjusted up higher inside of him and went in deep.

  “Keep going,” she said. “Fucking amazing. I’m going to come just watching you both.”

  “Fuck,” I gritted. “I’m close.”

  “Ah, me too.” Liam took over my hold on his cock and pumped up and down faster. I stood tall, my hands to his hips, our eyes still on our woman as she pleasured herself from watching us.

  Her mouth opened in a silent gasp as she reached out to grab the doorway. “Yes,” she cried as she came fucking her fingers.

  “I’m gonna come!” I yelled.

  “Wait,” Liam ordered. “Ah, fuck. Harder.”

  I pounded harder into his arse on the verge of coming. Liberty took her fingers out of her panties and licked her lips. There wasn’t a chance I could hold off after seeing that, and Liam, it seemed, was the same.

  He growled low. “Coming.” His arse tightened around my dick even more as he spilled all over the floor.

  Seconds later, I was releasing into his arse. “Fuck. Yes. Yes,” I yelled. Filling him until I had no more, I still thrust my dick into him a few times more after I’d finished. With a shaky breath, I leaned in and kissed his back, gently withdrawing my cock. He shivered and moaned. “You still going for a workout at the gym?”

  He chuckled and slowly stood. “No. I could in fact go back to bed and eat our woman out.” Turning, he cupped the back of my neck and tugged me in, kissing me. Then he looked over at Liberty. “Come here,” he ordered.

  That time she did, with a smile on her sexy lips. She curled an arm around each of us. Liam dipped his hand into her panties. A hot-as-fuck gasp left her.

  “She’s soaked,” he stated. “You liked watching Damien fuck me?”

  “Yes.” She sighed and leaned into him more as he worked her with his hand.

  “Good, because it’s going to happen again, but I want to be inside of you when it does.”

  “God, yes, please.” She nodded.

  “Get into bed, babe,” I said. “Your men want to eat you.”

  After kissing us both, she did as she was told, and fuck, sharing her pussy with Liam was something extra fucking special.

  Chapter Twelve

  Liam

  About two weeks later, when I should have been home working on the case I had, I wasn’t. Instead, Damien and I were out at a pub watching a basketball game on the big screen while we had a few beers and ate. Liberty was with Franny and April, Chance’s sister, at Jade’s house having a girls’ night while Chance and Dane were out of town for business.

  I’d just told Damien about Liberty sending Franny out on a lunch order, to only then come into my office, lift her skirt and tell me she’d been wanting to try out sex on the desk for a long time. Who was I to argue with that? Standing, I’d all but tore off my pants and had taken her hard and fast. Thankfully, I had a joining bathroom where she had been able to wash up and put on the fresh pair of panties she had in her bag. The pair she’d prepared in her bag that morning, knowing what she was going to do all along. She was a hot little minx.

  Damien chuckled at the story. “I swear our girl could live with our cocks buried inside her.”

  Raising a brow, I asked, “And the problem with that is?”

  He smirked. “Nothing at all.”

  He was right. Liberty loved sex. Any time of the day it seemed. At least I was lucky I worked with her so I could give it to her.

  “Good thing about us,” Damien started, and then continued when my eyes returned to him and away from the game. “You enjoy sport as much as I do. No way would Liberty come to a pub to watch this.” We were sitting at the bar when I felt his hand on my thigh. Not expecting it out in public, I jumped. He chuckled. “What? You didn’t think I’d want to touch you when we’re on our own?”

  Glancing around, I noticed the pub was packed, and a lot of the patrons were men there to see the game. Taking a swig of my beer, I shook my head and said, “Actually, no. Well, not in public.”

  He snorted and squeezed my thigh. “You have a problem with PDA?”

  With a smirk, I replied, “If you don’t, then no. I just didn’t think you’d want to acknowledge there was an us around other men.”

  Christ, the majority of the men there were bikers.

  He shrugged and shoved a chip in his mouth. After he had finished it, he said, “I was fucking you for the first time a couple of weeks ago. I want more of it, and I want to see, eventually, if you could do the same to me. I’m not hiding shit. We’re together, the three of us, and that means I don’t want to hide it when it’s just the two of us either.”

  Fuck.

  The man forever surprised me. There was a sharp stab in my chest. He was making me feel, and in a goddamn bar of all places. He was making me feel so much that I struggled not to drag him near and kiss him.

  He was temptation personified.

  He leaned in and whispered, “Do it.”

  The side of my mouth tipped up. “How do you know I want to do something?”

  “Your eyes keep flicking to my lips, and it’s making me hot.”

  “Why don’t you do it then?”

  He arched his brows. “All right.” If it were me, I would have looked around to see if anyone was watching. Damien didn’t. He shoved his plate back, shifted closer, then cupped the back of my neck and pulled me forward. He did it all while smiling. Then his lips touched mine. He licked over them, and I opened and shared a taste of us with him.

  Hell. Now I’m hard in a bar surrounded by a lot of men.

  Damien broke the kiss and did it smiling once again. I wasn’t sure I’d ever seen a frown on his face. A look of worry, confusion, and fear that time he’d caught me kissing Liberty, but other than that, the man smiled 24/7. It was good to be around a person like that.

  “Sick fucks,” was muttered behind me.

  “Faggots shouldn’t be in this bar,” another replied to the first.

  We both tensed.

  Damien stood and bit out, “You two got a fucking problem?”

  Turning in my chair, I saw two men in their late thirties. Both jumped to their feet and got in Damien’s face. Not liking what I saw, I shoved the closer one back and said, “Fuck off.”

  “Go the fuck home. No one wants to see that shit here,” the one I shoved yelled.

  People around us quieted down.

  Damien looked at the other guy who was still in his face whispering shit, and sneered, “You two scared you’ll like seeing two guys kiss? Scared you’ll go home and want to fuck each other?”

  The guy in front of him snarled something and pushed Damien. I grabbed the arm of the prick who pushed Damien but was forced to rel
ease him when the other one laid a punch on my jaw. My head was knocked sideways. I righted myself to see Damien take the dick to the floor in a tackle. They landed, and Damien straddled the guy. He punched him once and said something, then hit him again. Guys came out of nowhere and pulled Damien up. The guy who’d shoved Damien had a bottle raised behind him. Fear lurched in my gut as I pushed Damien and the two holding him out of the way and landed a blow to the fucker with the bottle’s stomach. He doubled over, the bottle dropping to the floor.

  “What the fuck is going on?” was roared.

  Everyone stopped, and two bikers stepped up.

  The one with the longer hair pointed at me and said, “Start talking.”

  Fuck. I didn’t want bikers to kick our arses, period, and definitely not over Damien wanting to show he cared enough about me he didn’t worry what people thought.

  When I didn’t say anything, Damien did, and when he did, I cringed because I knew we were about to get our arses handed to us.

  “Those two dicks saw us kissing and decided to lay some hate on us. Stupid fucking morons can’t take two guys necking, scared they’d fall for each other if they witnessed it. I don’t give a fuck what anyone thinks. The three of us—”

  “Wait, there’s another one of you?” the biker asked and looked around.

  “No,” I started. “Our woman is with her girls.”

  “Woman?” the biker with the shaved head asked.

  I nodded.

  “Get those two motherfuckers out of here,” the shaved one bellowed and pointed. Only he didn’t point at Damien and me. Instead, some other bikers led the bigots out of the pub.

  While they carried on as they were escorted out, Damien came up to my side. With his hand on my chin, he turned my face this way and that. “You okay?”

  Placing my hand on his wrist, I met his gaze and nodded. “I’m fine.”

  His eyes narrowed. “Fucking dickheads.”

  “Yo.” We both looked to the longer-haired biker. He held out his hand to Damien, who took it while the biker introduced himself. “Name’s Billy. That’s Pick.” He gestured to the man beside him, the shaved one, as he shook my hand. “That over there”—he pointed to a good-looking younger woman—“is Josie. Our woman.”