by Stasia Black
Jaysus. Liam’s cock just got harder and harder with every ounce of force Mack used to hold him to the floor. When Mack had pulled his jeans down, Liam’s cock went fucking stone.
He’d had the condom in his pocket in case things got hot and heavy with Calla again. How screwed up was it that it was now on another man’s cock—one that just happened to be buried in his arse?
And yeah, he’d been with men before, but was always the top. Every single time. Sometimes he used toys in his arse, sure—prostate stimulators were fucking magic if you knew how to use them.
But he’d never let anyone else in there. Ever.
He took power.
He didn’t give it.
So why today, of all fucking days? And why Mack, of all fucking people?
“Sit.” Mack looked back at Calla, jerking his head again at the bench.
Calla came forward and sat.
“Take off your overalls and finger yourself while you watch us fuck.”
Jaysus Christ, did he have to be such a crude bastard? Then again, maybe that was part of what was making Liam so hard. Liam had often been just as much of an arsehole with the people he screwed, back in the day. He didn’t know why it was so different with Calla. Maybe because he actually respected her?
Calla’s breath hitched, but the next second she undid the straps of her overalls.
“Take your shirt off.”
Liam could see her hands trembling as she reached down for the bottom of her shirt and pulled it off over her head. She was wearing a sports bra that all but flattened her breasts. She covered herself awkwardly with her arms.
“You’re beautiful,” Liam encouraged but Mack just snapped, “Bra too.”
Mack pushed back into Liam’s arse as Calla’s bra came off. Liam let out a low hiss and his hand dropped to his own cock.
“See how bad he wants it?” Mack asked Calla. “He loves getting his ass fucked.” Mack gave Liam’s arse cheek a smack.
Liam glared over his shoulder at Mack, his hand still moving up and down his own shaft. “You’re fecking pushin’ it.”
Mack lazily sawed his cock in and out and oh Jaysus— He was hitting that spot just right and— Jaysus, Mary and Joseph that felt good.
Liam’s head tipped back, mouth slack. He jerked himself harder.
Calla’s quick gasps filled the barn and Liam glanced over at her. Her hand disappeared into the pool of denim at her waist and her back arched, thrusting her pale breasts out.
“Pinch those pink little nipples,” Mack ordered.
The hand not massaging herself pinched one nipple than the other. She obeyed each of Mack’s commands so eagerly. So it wasn’t only Liam that responded to Mack being a jackass.
And watching her at the same time Mack thrust in again. Liam worked his cock quicker than ever. “I’m gonna c—”
“Don’t you dare.” Mack’s hand came down hard on his arse. The stinging bite of it mixed with everything else he was feeling. Liam’s hand fisted around his cock, squeezing the tip roughly. Shite. He didn’t know how much longer he could hold off.
Mack grunted with effort as he drove mercilessly into Liam. Liam watched Calla as Calla watched them.
She’d leaned over like she was trying to see the exact spot where Mack entered Liam. Shite. It was all good, so, so good.
“Hands and knees,” Mack said to Calla. “Crawl over to us.”
Liam clenched on Mack, angered and even more turned on by his every word. Calla blinked and then she dropped down to the ground. At least she still had the pants of the overalls on so her knees wouldn’t get dirty.
And then, shite. She actually crawled toward them, her breasts full and swinging as she came.
Mack reached for her when she got close, taking her arm and urging her up. Liam looked over his shoulder and watched as Mack kissed her hard. Never once did he lose his rhythm pounding away at Liam’s arse.
It was only when Liam said, “I want her too,” that Mack pulled back and pressed his forehead to Calla’s for the briefest moment. Then they stared at one another. Liam couldn’t read the emotion on their faces. Whatever it was, it was intense. Jealousy growled through his stomach. He wasn’t sure if it was for Calla or for Mack.
“Kiss him,” Mack said, eyes breaking from Calla’s only long enough to nod to Liam.
Calla leaned in and gave Mack another quick kiss before she dipped down to Liam. Liam twisted his head toward her and met her lips. They were warm and wet from where Mack had just kissed her. Liam’s tongue thrust inside. He wanted to claim her. To take her. To own her.
“Sit,” Liam said. “Here.” He gestured for her to sit close to him, right beside where he was on his hands and knees. “Touch me.”
He took the hand she’d been pleasuring herself with and dragged it underneath him to his cock. Her hand squeezed around him and he almost choked. He reached for her center.
“Jaysus, she’s wet,” he hissed before leaning over to kiss her again even as his forefinger slipped inside her.
She let out a quick moan before kissing him back. Her tongue danced inside his mouth, out to tease at his lips, then back in to tangle with his tongue again. It was like she wanted everything at once, she was so fecking eager.
There were no games with her. No façades. She was just beauty. Just sweetness. Innocent in spite of all the ways they wanted to debauch her. His thumb circled her clit and she gasped, eyes dropping closed as Liam worked her.
But suddenly that wasn’t enough. He hadn’t put his mouth on her since the first night. He didn’t just want to touch her. He wanted to taste her.
Mack leaned over his back and Liam’s eyes shot open. Jaysus, that angle. Mack’s cock brushed Liam’s prostate with every thrust.
Shite, he wanted to taste Calla before it was too late. He wanted to be buried in the scent of her when he lost it.
“Lay back,” Liam managed between gulping breaths. He moved his hand from Calla’s pussy to her hips to help urge her down in the direction he wanted. She crab-walked backwards a little bit and Liam tugged her overalls down, exposing her slick cunt.
Behind him, Mack put his hand on the back of Liam’s head and shoved him down into Calla. Liam didn’t have any qualms about taking this unspoken order. And just knowing Mack wanted the same thing, shite, it made it even hotter.
Liam licked up Calla’s center and then latched on her clit. He wasn’t wasting any time. He wanted her right on the edge with him. Liam leaned down to steady himself on one elbow, clutching her hip with one hand while he dropped the other back to his cock.
He glanced up Calla’s body and saw her eyes flicking up and down between Mack and Liam like she couldn’t decide who she wanted to look at.
What was on Mack’s face? Some superior smirk? Or was he as lost in pleasure as Liam and Calla?
And why did Liam want the second to be true so desperately?
Calla’s legs started shaking underneath Liam’s mouth. She was about to come. Liam could feel it. Taste it. He focused in on her clit, moving the tip of his tongue back and forth across her swollen bud.
Right as her legs stiffened and she started coming, Mack suddenly pulled out of Liam and with his hands on his hips, rolled Liam onto his back.
Calla let out a little whine at her denied orgasm.
“What the—” Liam started, but then Mack came forward, chest to chest, and shoved up his arse again.
Liam’s eyes shot open.
Holy fuck.
Mack’s cock had only been grazing his prostate before. But in this position, the head of Mack’s cock hit the nail square on the head.
“Up,” Mack growled and Liam blinked, trying to see through the haze of pleasure. Did he mean—
Calla got to her knees, then to her feet. Mack grabbed her hand and tugged her over to where he crouched on his knees, cock up Liam’s arse. Then he jerked her overalls all the way down.
“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?”
“Bullshit.” Liam took a step toward them. “Why can’t you just admit it? There’s something here but you’re terrified of it.”
“I’m not afraid of anything.” Mack glared at Liam.
Liam smirked. “He says as he runs away with his tail between his legs.”
Mack took a step forward like he wanted to punch Liam again. “You don’t know what the fuck you’re talking about.”
Calla stepped between them. “So tell us.” She placed a hand on Mack’s chest, which glistened with sweat and little bits of dust and dirt from their vigorous activities. She didn’t want to think what a mess she must be. She focused in on Mack’s eyes.
“Liam’s right. There’s something here between us. All of us.” She glanced Liam’s way before moving her eyes back to Mack. “Something special. Something good.” It was an echo of Mack’s words that first day and she hoped she was getting through to him. “Life’s too short not to grab ahold of something good before it’s gone.”
By the way the hard lines of Mack’s face went soft, she could tell he remembered. His eyes were full of pain, though. “Not sure I got any special to give.” He stepped forward and ran his thumb down her cheek. “This ain’t where my road is headed, sweetheart. I meant it when I said I’m leaving in three months.”
He was wrong about the special, Calla was sure of that. Calla had known a lot of folks in her life and never come across special the likes of Mackenzie Knight or Liam O’Neill. Still, Calla nodded. “So give us three months.”
It just popped out of her mouth. She hadn’t thought it through. But Mack was right about grabbing hold of good before it was gone. God knew it was the way she ought to be living her life. She never knew when life as she knew it could be over. And it would be cruel to ever get in a real relationship without telling the person there was every chance she was a ticking time bomb just waiting to explode their lives. No, even the damn fortune cookie knew it was smarter to live life the way Mack was suggesting.
No future. No tomorrow.
“We take it a day at a time,” she said, reaching out for Mack’s hand. “But we live the hell out of every moment while we’ve got it.”
“You don’t know what you’re asking,” Mack bit out, his hands balled into fists. Calla grabbed hold of it anyway. Liam’s head was swinging back and forth, looking to her, then Mack. Calla grabbed Liam’s hand in her other one, connecting the three of them.
Mack just stared down at their hands for a moment. And then, with a full body sigh like he was giving in against his will, Mack interweaved his fingers with hers.
Calla pulled both of their hands to her chest over her heart so Mack and Liam’s knuckles touched.
“So we’re all in?” She looked back and forth from Liam to Mack.
Liam’s eyebrows wagged up and down. “Ménage with benefits till we get sick of each other? Count me the fuck in.”
Mack rolled his eyes but nodded.
Calla grinned brilliantly, pulling both of them close and hugging them at the same time. Her heart raced with a happiness so full she felt high with it. She was elated. Ecstatic. Euphoric.
And when it ended?
And if the test results came back positive?
And if she slowly lost her mind? With no family? No money? Nothing to live for?
She shook her head and let all the negative thoughts go with it. She kissed first Liam and then Mack.
Live each day like it’s your last, motherfuckers.
21
MACK
Mack didn’t know why he hadn’t immediately said hell no to Calla’s ridiculous proposal that day in the barn two weeks ago. He ought to be focused only on his training. Every minute spent hardening his mind and body so he’d be ready when he came face to face with that evil fuck.
But then he’d think about what Calla was offering and, well, if there were no strings… He could still leave in three months. No harm, no foul. Friends with benefits, that’s what Liam called it, right?
Except Mack didn’t have friends. So what the fuck was he doing?
Well, for one, he was standing in Liam’s room just
like he did almost every night, watching Calla slip through the door.
Liam had the biggest bed so his room had become the unofficial fuck pad. It wasn’t every night—sometimes after a day of hard work, one or the other of them fell asleep while waiting for the rest of the household to go to bed. But more nights than not, they’d meet up in Liam’s room by the light of Liam’s dim nightstand lamp.
“Shirt off, gorgeous,” Mack said to Calla, his throat dry. This was the moment every day that Mack lived for. Watching Calla’s jeans or overalls fall to the floor. Or on a day like today when she’d showered before she came, watching her strip her oversized sleep shirt off over her head. Mack’s cock stiffened at the sight of her full, pert breasts.
This was what it always came down to, wasn’t it? Strings or no strings, he didn’t fucking care. He was a selfish piece of shit. He wanted this. Wanted it bad. Some part of him whispered, you deserve to be happy in the time you have left.
Which just proved what a son of a bitch he was. It was attitudes like that driving all the entitled fucks he hated. Using other people for their own pleasure or gain. Stomping all over anyone in their path to take what they wanted.
Liam got up from the bed where he’d been lounging and took a step toward Calla. He was in sweats and a shirt.
Mack glared his way. Speaking of rich entitled assholes. “You too,” he said. “Strip.”
Liam smirked at him. Then he stepped out of his sweatpants and boxers and tossed them to the ground, revealing his fully hard cock. When Liam moved to Calla and wrapped one arm around her, his shaft bobbed against her hip and she shivered, her gaze lifting to his.
Rebellious, stubborn little fuck. Liam hadn’t taken his shirt off and Mack knew it was on purpose. He was always finding little ways to avoid doing what he was told. Mack stretched his neck and cracked his knuckles.
Liam drew Calla toward the bed. They slipped underneath the covers and he began kissing and caressing her. Mack pushed down his boxer-briefs and then got in on Calla’s other side. He rubbed his hands down Calla’s back, grabbing her ass and flexing his hips forward to grind his hard cock between the cheeks.