The Virgin Next Door

by Stasia Black

  Mack’s eyebrows went up, finally exhibiting another emotion than annoyance at Liam’s presence.

  “I’ve tried calling her but she’s not picking up.”

  Mack shrugged. “You know how spotty service is around here. Even if she did have a signal, she’s smart enough not to pick up while she drives. Unlike some people, she doesn’t treat traffic laws like suggestions.”

  “Ha. Ha. I’m serious. She’s never this late.”

  “What time is it?” Mack asked.

  “Nine.”

  “I don’t like it.” Liam felt the hairs on the back of his neck prickle at finally admitting it out loud. He walked over to the window and put his hands around his eyes to peer out into the darkness. “Anything could happen out there on the road. The deer are fecking suicidal around here. I had two jump in front of me car just last week.”

  “Yeah, well,” Mack said, grabbing his laptop and sitting down with it on his bed, “she’s driven these roads all her life. Pretty sure she knows what she’s doing.”

  Liam glared at Mack. “Do you have an emotional bone in your feckin’ body? Our girl is out there, God knows where, and you’re just gonna sit there and what?” Liam reached for the laptop again. “Check your Instagram feed?”

  Mack jerked the laptop away at the last second and closed the lid again. “Why are you here again? I don’t buy any of this concerned Prince Charming bullshit.” He gestured Liam up and down.

  “Why do ya always have to be such a poxy bastard about everything? Jaysus. Did your mother drop you on your head as a small child or somethin’?”

  “That’s it,” Mack growled. He tossed his laptop to the side and got to his feet.

  “Ooo,” Liam said, putting a hand over his mouth. “The big scary man is comin’ for me. Run for me life!”

  Liam grinned when Mack’s glare went a shade darker. At least pissin’ with him would help distract Liam from worrying about Calla.

  Besides, he only had a few more weeks of this. Fuckin’ with Mackenzie Knight whenever he pleased. After that, Mack would move on, and it would just be him and Calla.

  Which was good. It was what he’d wanted in the first place. To get the girl.

  So why did the thought of never seeing the big angry bastard in front of him feel like a kick to his gut?

  The thought had the smile falling from Liam’s face. Did he actually care about—

  Jaysus. No.

  He wasn’t that much of a fecking idiot. Or a masochist.

  Right as Mack grabbed for Liam’s shirt, Liam jumped back and heard the sound of the front door slamming below.

  “Calla,” he and Mack said at the same time, their gazes locking. Good. Time to put this back on familiar fecking territory. With Calla firmly between them.

  They both went for the door at the same time. Mack got there first, the wanker. He met Calla halfway down the stairs.

  “You okay, honey? You’re late. We were worried.”

  Liam rolled his eyes. What a crock of shite.

  He ignored Mack and joined them.

  “Did you have any trouble on the road? Are you hungry? We kept a plate of food for you in the fridge.”

  “For Christ’s sake, she just walked in the door.” Mack shoved Liam to the side so he could pass by with Calla on his arm. “Let her breathe before firing twenty fucking questions.”

  Liam would have tried to batter the bastard, but Calla was leaning on him like she was glad for the support.

  Shite. Something was wrong. Liam knew it. She hadn’t been acting herself all week. Something was off.

  “I ate on the road.” Calla’s voice was little more than a whisper and it sounded scratchy. Like she’d been crying. Liam’s head jerked up to Mack and he nodded. He heard it too. “I’m just tired.”

  Why wasn’t she confiding in them?

  Mack didn’t lead Calla to her room. Instead, he took her straight to Liam’s. The rest of the guys were downstairs watching a game and at this point, Liam didn’t care if anyone saw them. Calla needed them and it wasn’t like the twins or Nicholas were gossips.

  Liam suspected Xavier knew something of what was going on, but if he did, he wasn’t saying anything about it either.

  Mack led her to Liam’s bed and sat her down while Liam shut the door behind them. He hurried over to Calla and sat beside her on the bed, grabbing her hand in his. It was ice cold. He rubbed it between his palms.

  “Baby, what’s going on? Talk to us.”

  “Nothing,” she answered, too quickly.

  “You’re a bad liar,” Mack said gently, pushing a lock of hair behind her ear. She wore it down more and more often.

  Calla’s hazel eyes flashed up to them before dropping back down to her lap. She bit her bottom lip and her throat moved as she swallowed hard. “It’s my dad… he’s… really sick.” She covered her face with her hands and her back started shaking. “I don’t think he even recognized me.”

  “Shh, come here.” Mack pulled her into his chest. Liam moved up close against her back. Jaysus, she felt so fragile between them. Her body shook like a leaf as she sobbed.

  Liam shared another worried glance with Mack and then wrapped his arms around her so that she was enclosed all the way around by them.

  Finally she pulled back from Mack’s chest, tear tracks fresh on her cheeks. She looked first at Mack, then at Liam.

  “I just want to forget. Please. Can you help me forget for tonight?”

  “Baby,” Liam said, rubbing a comforting hand down her spine. “are you sure you don’t want to—”

  Calla turned in their arms and cut Liam off with a kiss. She wasn’t shy about it either. The more nights they all spent together, the bolder she’d grown. More and more she told them exactly where and how she wanted to be touched. What made her feel good. Watching her come to life sexually had been one of the most fecking amazing things Liam had ever witnessed.

  So Liam trusted her to know what she needed right now and he kissed her back. Her hands immediately started scrabbling at the bottom of his shirt. He obliged by pulling it off over his head. Her hands roamed up his chest. And then down, her deft little fingers tugging at his button.

  “Jaysus, woman,” Liam groaned into her hot little mouth.

  Mack nestled his nose into her neck from behind. “Christ you smell good,” he murmured. “Like some kind of flower.”

  Calla laughed a little, hiccupping as tears still fell and she turned around to kiss Mack. Liam followed and kissed the salty tears from her cheeks.

  “Beautiful Calla,” he whispered. “Goddess Calla.”

  “Come here,” Mack murmured, taking her hand and tugging her in the direction of the bed. She followed, arms around his neck. She kept kissing him while they moved. Liam stayed with her too, nuzzling his nose into the back of her neck.

  Mack tugged her t-shirt off over her head and Liam undid the bra clasp at her back, sliding it down her shoulders. Next Mack worked on the button of her jeans before tugging them down, too. Between them, they had her undressed in under a minute.

  Mack was gentle as he pushed her back on the bed. She arched up so she could keep kissing him. It was like she couldn’t bear to lose contact for even a second. She reached out for Liam the next moment, moving from Mack’s lips to his.

  He frowned but kissed her deep. She seemed frantic. Was it just her dad she was upset over? How long had she been crying? She’d been gone all day. He hated to think of her crying while she’d been driving the dark roads between here and Casper.

  “Baby,” he started but she just shook her head like she was anticipating any of the many questions he had.

  “I want you tonight.” She looked from Liam to Mack. “I’m ready. I want you both at the same time.”

  Mack’s eyes shot to Liam. Did she mean—

  “I’ve been stretching myself,” she continued, eyes cast down like she was embarrassed. “Every night. I wanted it to be a surprise.” Her gaze flicked between Liam and Mack. “But I can�
��t wait anymore. I want to feel you both at once. I need it.”

  Shite. She did mean—

  Mack’s eyebrows furrowed. “I don’t want to hurt you—”

  “You won’t,” Calla hurried to say. “I told you. I’ve been stretching.”

  “With what?” Liam asked. Did she really know what she was asking? Did she think just stretching herself with a finger was anywhere near—

  She licked her lips and looked down again. “Just a small toy. I’ve had it for a while.”

  Liam could only stare at her.

  “Holy shit, that’s the hottest fucking thing I’ve ever heard,” Mack growled, grabbing Calla and kissing her roughly. Liam had to agree. Even the idea of her playing with her arse like that each night to get herself ready for them—Jaysus, his cock throbbed at the image.

  Mack pulled her until they were both laying down. But then he rolled Calla so that she was facing Liam.

  “Eat her out,” Mack ordered Liam. “I want her cunt sopping, you hear me?”

  Liam bristled at being ordered around. He mock saluted. “Yes, sir.”

  Mack leveled him with a glare but Liam ignored him, kissing down Calla’s body. “Open up, baby,” he said when he came to the apex of her thighs. He coaxed her to lift one leg and Jaysus—her scent hit him along with a wave of lust.

  He licked down her cleft and buried his tongue inside her cunt.

  Her body shuddered and she reached down to bury a hand in his hair. Christ, he loved how responsive she was. It wasn’t just a show she was putting on for him, either. Every reaction he and Mack wrung from Calla’s body was the genuine article.

  He moved up to lick around her clit when her fingernails dug into his scalp. He pulled back the slightest bit and saw Mack behind her. He was doing something to her that was driving her crazy.

  Shite, was that how she reacted when someone played with her arse?

  Liam moved his hand around to her back entrance, wanting to feel what Mack was doing. His hand collided with Mack’s. Mack didn’t push him away. Liam felt down Mack’s arm covered in wiry hair all the way to his hand. Then to his fingers.

  Jaysus, he had two buried in Calla’s arse. He’d lubed them up because they were slick. He had them shoved in past the second knuckle. He worked them in and out, in and out.

  Liam sucked more furiously at her clit.

  “Come for us honey,” Mack growled. “Give us your first one just like this.”

  Calla threw her own hand over her mouth to stifle her cries as she climaxed, thrusting her cunt into Liam’s face over and over.

  He lapped up every drop of her, loving how crazy they could drive her. He kept sucking on her clit until her body had gone lax with only little aftershocks occasionally making her legs jerk.

  He pulled back and looked to Mack.

  “All right, honey,” Mack said. “I’m gonna lower you on me. You need to slow down or stop, you just say so. You got me?”

  Calla looked over her shoulder at Mack and nodded, biting her bottom lip.

  “You nervous, baby?” Liam asked, cupping her face and drawing her back around to look at him while Mack stacked up all the pillows at the head of the bed and sat back against them.

  She shook her head. “I know you’ll take care of me.”

  Her hazel eyes were full of such trust, it about knocked Liam on his arse. Who was this girl to put so much trust in him? He was a poncy little shite who’d never appreciated all the privileges he’d been given his whole life.

  Mack lifted her by her waist so she was straddling him in reverse cowgirl position. Calla crouched and Liam held her hands to help her balance. His breath quickened as he looked around her and saw Mack smear lube up and down his long cock. Then he took it and positioned himself at Calla’s arse.

  “Here we go, baby.” Liam kissed Calla as Mack fed his cock into her arse. Liam felt the second Mack penetrated—Calla gasped and her hands squeezed Liam’s.

  “That’s right. You’re doing so good, honey,” Mack said from below them. His hands were on Calla’s waist, lowering her down onto himself.

  “I’m going in another inch. Fuck you feel good. So fuckin’ tight.” Mack’s voice was strained in a way Liam had never heard before.

  Liam pulled back from kissing Calla to look over her shoulder at Mack. His face was red, veins standing at attention on both his neck and his forehead, it was taking so much for him to hold back.

  “Look what you’re doing to him,” Liam whispered to Calla, kissing down her neck to her breast. “You’re driving both of us insane.” He rubbed his cock into her stomach. He wanted her hands on him but he didn’t want to take her attention off the feel of Mack taking her virgin arse.

  “Christ,” Mack bit out through clenched teeth. “Calla. Fuck.” He took a huge heaving breath as he settled Calla even deeper. Her eyes popped open wide and she gasped again, swallowing hard.

  “You alright?” Liam asked.

  She nodded frantically. “It’s just— I’ve never felt anything—” She huffed out a short laugh. “It’s like nothing I’ve ever felt before.” A concentrated look came over her face.

  “Christ honey, you clench on me like that again and I’m gonna fucking lose it.”

  Calla looked entirely pleased with herself. She was so feckin’ adorable. Liam went back up on his knees so he could kiss her deep.

  She wrapped her arms around him and pulled him up and into her. His cock bobbed against where she was slick and he groaned low.

  “Now you,” Mack said. “Take her pussy. Let her feel both of us at once.”

  Liam pulled away from Calla to reach over to open the nightstand drawer. He was surprised when Calla put her hand on his arm. Her eyes were hesitant, then shadowed. “You don’t have to. Wear one. I’m— It won’t—”

  Liam put his hand under her chin. “Never be shy with me, baby. You telling me it’s safe because your monthly’s off?”

  She nodded, eyes still down.

  “Baby that’s the best news I’ve heard all week.” The thought of having her bare made his cock stiffen so much it was almost painful.

  “Get inside her,” Mack growled. “I need to move.”

  Liam smiled lazily at Mack. “Can’t rush seduction.” He took his cock in hand and brushed it up and down against Calla’s pussy lips.

  “Jaysus, she’s so wet,” he whispered.

  “Then get the fuck inside her. I want her stuffed full. She’s ours and she needs to know what that feels like.”

  Calla made a little needy whine at that and her hazel eyes were full of need when Liam looked at her.

  Feckin’ hell, he couldn’t stand it another second. He lifted her left leg up and shoved home.

  “Oh,” she gasped, her eyes going wide again.

  This must be what heaven felt like. Right here, hiding in plain sight—heaven. This feeling. These two people. His cock buried to the hilt in Calla with Mack up her arse, all their limbs tangled up together.

  Liam pushed Calla’s body down until she was laying back against Mack’s chest. He lifted her leg up over his shoulder, pulled back and then thrust back in. He hissed through his teeth at how good it felt.

  Calla turned her head to the side and Mack met her lips greedily. They were both so hot. When Mack moved his hips, Liam could feel both Calla and Mack— Jaysus, it was—

  Calla turned back to Liam and then her lips were on his. He’d swear he could taste Mack on her.

  And it was like she read his mind. Because she pulled back from him and cupped his cheeks. Her eyes closed and her mouth dropped open, head tipping back as he and Mack continued fucking her. She sucked in a quick breath and then her eyes opened. And, still holding his cheeks, she pulled him forward.

  But not to her own lips.

  She put her hand on the back of his neck and pulled him until he was bent over her shoulder. Face to face with Mackenzie.

  “Kiss him,” Calla whispered, her chest heaving between them. “This is all of us. Feel it.
Oh God. I want you to feel it all.”

  Liam looked to Mack, alarmed. No. He and Mack weren’t like that. Sure he’d let Mack fuck him that time, and maybe he’d sucked Mack’s dick a few more times—but that was just animal. Bodies fucking. That was all they were to each other.

  But when Mack took over for Calla gripping the back of Liam’s neck and his lips crashed against Liam’s, everything he thought he knew flew out the window.

  Mack’s jaw was rough with five-o-clock shadow and his lips were hard and thin. Nothing like Calla’s giving softness. But Mack kissed him like… Like he wanted to fucking own him.

  Liam’s eyes had dropped closed but they flew open again and he pulled back from Mack.

  Wrong move.

  Because that meant he was looking Mack straight in the eye. And what he saw there— Jaysus. Did Mack really— Want him? Want him like that? Liam blinked, confused even as he thrust even more forcefully into Calla, matching Mack’s hips.

  Christ. So good. Like nothing he’d ever—

  “You’re both mine,” Mack snarled, reaching around Calla to grasp Liam’s waist.

  “Yours,” Calla gasped, rolling and grinding her hips against Liam. “Oh, it’s coming.” Her body was slick with sweat between them.

  “Give it to us,” Mack said, withdrawing and then jerking his hips back up beneath her. She jolted every time and all the lines of her face went taut as she chased her pleasure.

  “Not yet,” Liam said, thrusting even more furiously. He looked back and forth from Calla’s face to Mack’s. He couldn’t decide who he wanted to watch as climax came closer and closer. What he really wanted was to hold it off forever. To stay right here in this moment of before, all of them connected, right on that edge of fucking bliss with both of them.

  He stilled inside Calla for a moment, focusing only on the slight friction provided when Mack’s cock thrust up her arse and knocked against the wall where Liam’s cock was buried. It was too much for him. He had to start thrusting after that.

  “Baby.” Liam had said it to Calla, but Mack’s eyes met his again.

  “I know,” she said, lifting one hand behind her and hooking it around Mack’s neck. She drew Liam close with the other.