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  She reached one hand for Liam, curling her fingers around the base of his erection while she pressed her other hand against Noah’s hip to keep her balance.

  “I want to taste you,” she said as she pulled her mouth away for a brief moment. “I want you to come inside my mouth.”

  “I’ll take care of you, baby,” Liam said, his voice hoarse and strained. “Concentrate on Noah. Keep your hands down. I’ll take care of what you want.”

  Noah reached for her hand as she lowered it, twining his fingers with hers. He was so deep and huge inside her. Each time she moved forward, the pressure of his pelvis against her clit sent streaks of sharp pleasure through her body.

  She wanted more.

  She found her rhythm just as Liam framed her face and took control, sliding his cock deep inside her mouth and then withdrawing. She rocked and rolled over Noah, finally finding just the perfect amount of pressure for her to orgasm.

  Never before had she been able to orgasm without clitoral stimulation. Joel simply hadn’t cared, and he’d refused to allow her to use her fingers to satisfy herself during the act. With the men she’d been with before Joel, she’d simply taken it upon herself to take care of her own orgasm.

  Who gave a shit what Joel allowed? This was here and now. She was with two men who seemed determined to give her the world. They weren’t so insecure in their sexual prowess that her pleasuring herself would be seen as an insult.

  She slipped her free hand down, arching up just a bit so she could slide her fingers between her and Noah to find her clit.

  “That’s it, honey,” Noah encouraged. “I want you to come too.”

  Even as he spoke, he lifted his hands to her breasts, toying with her nipples.

  “Do you like that?” Noah asked. “Does it make you feel good?”

  She moaned around Liam’s cock, her body tightening all over as she began to stroke her clit while Noah applied gentle pressure to her nipples.

  She began to move faster and harder. Her breathing sped up and she knew she was close.

  Liam thrust deep and then performed several more shallow thrusts to allow her to catch her breath. But she was beyond simple coherency. She no longer was aware of what she was doing or what they were doing. She could only feel their hands, their cocks.

  “You first,” Liam said gruffly. “Come for us, baby.”

  With a sharp cry, she gave in to the rising tide. Her orgasm billowed over her, cracking like ice under pressure. It was sharp and unrelenting. It was the most oh-my-God pleasure she’d ever felt in her life.

  She sagged and then realized they were now holding her up. She was limp and boneless, so sated that all she wanted to do was curl up on Noah’s chest and sleep.

  But first, she wanted them to feel as good as she did.

  Liam tilted her head back, allowing his cock to slide from her mouth. Then with his hand, he began pumping, the pace wild and frantic. He angled the tip of his cock to where it lined up with her mouth and a split second later, she felt the first hot burst of semen hit the inside of her cheek.

  She remained completely still as he directed more into her mouth. His fist pulled to the end, and then the tip of his cock brushed over her lips, leaving a warm, wet trail.

  She stuck her tongue out, licking around the head and removing the remnants of his orgasm from his skin. He moaned softly and then pulled away. He lowered himself and brushed a kiss across her forehead.

  “Finish Noah,” he whispered. “I’ll go get something to clean you up with.”

  She righted herself and then leaned forward, planting her hands on Noah’s broad chest. His face was tight, his jaw bulging. She realized then what it must have been like to watch the scene between her and Liam play out right in front of Noah.

  “I’m close, honey,” he bit out. “I’m feeling a little crazy right now. I don’t want to hurt you.”

  She smiled and then began to ride him hard. Fast. Furious. She wanted to take him to the very edge and then let him plummet over the side.

  His breath hissed from his lips. He gripped her hips and began to power upward to meet her downward movements. After a moment, she let him take over. Her attempts at maintaining the pace were fruitless. He was much stronger, and he seemed to have lost what little control he had left.

  The sound of flesh smacking flesh was loud and filled the small room. Each upward thrust jolted her clit, sending an aftershock of pleasure through her groin. She was hypersensitive after the roaring orgasm she’d experienced, and each time his pelvis slapped against hers, she moaned, nearly undone by the sensation.

  And then he tensed, bowed under her, arched in a supremely uncomfortable-looking position as he pulsed inside her. Finally he collapsed onto the bed, and he wrapped his arms around her, taking her down with him.

  They both lay panting, trying desperately to catch their breaths as Noah caressed her back with both palms. He moved lower, cupping her buttocks, squeezing them possessively.

  The gesture made her tighten around his cock, which was still buried deep inside her, and she moaned softly again.

  “You okay?” he murmured close to her ear.

  She turned her lips to the side, turning just enough that she could kiss his chest.

  “Perfect,” she said on a sigh.

  She closed her eyes in utter contentment. It was true. The moment was absolutely perfect.

  No matter what happened tomorrow, tonight she was at peace. Noah and Liam made her feel cherished and protected. They made her feel like she mattered.

  Tomorrow—and the future—would work itself out. She had to believe that. All she could do was take it one day at a time and going forward make intelligent decisions she hadn’t made in the past.

  The important thing was that she wouldn’t be alone. Noah and Liam would be with her every step of the way.

  CHAPTER 21

  LAUREN slept with Liam that night while Noah slept in the living room. She woke the next morning, curled into his embrace, him tightly wrapped around her. She was spooned against him, her back molded to his chest. One of his legs was thrown over hers and his palm was flat against her belly.

  She smiled, sighing in utter contentment. It was a nice way to wake up. It was a nice way to sleep. So far they’d alternated nights, but what would happen when they had better sleeping arrangements? If she were in a place that could actually accommodate a king-sized bed, then it would be possible for them both to sleep with her and one wouldn’t always have to take a separate room or bed.

  She wiggled slightly, working free of Liam’s embrace so that she could look at him. He was beautiful. Not many would say so. He’d probably always been judged because of the hair and the tattoos. Most people likely cut a wide path around him.

  But his heart was gold. He was so loving and so protective. There wasn’t a mean bone in his body. Not when it came to her.

  She let her palm glide over the intricate artwork on his arm, taking in the bright colors and the patterns. There wasn’t a set rhythm. It wasn’t a specific scene or even a recognizable symbol. It was quite simply a work of art. Eclectic. Vibrant. It made him stand out in a crowd, but then he was the kind of man who would with or without the colorful tats.

  He was a man impossible to overlook.

  While she was staring, his eyelids opened and he gave her a sleepy look, his blue eyes cloudy.

  “Good morning,” she murmured.

  Without a word, he wrapped his arm around her waist and hauled her to him, kissing her lightly on the lips. He didn’t seem to care about issues like morning breath. She could only imagine what hers was like.

  “You look . . .” His eyes narrowed as he studied her.

  “I look what?”

  “Content,” he finally said.

  She smiled. “I am. Maybe I’m making peace with things. Finally. Or maybe you and Noah just make me so happy and confident that I don’t care about anything else.”

  “I’m glad,” he said softly. “I love you, Lauren
. I want you to be happy. I want you to fly. Whatever makes you happy, I want it for you.”

  She swallowed, her features frozen. Her heart fluttered in her chest like an injured butterfly.

  He loved her.

  Oh, she knew he cared about her. But love?

  He sounded so very serious that she knew this wasn’t an instance where he got carried away in the moment and tossed out careless words that had no meaning.

  And she realized something else too. She loved him. Completely. Without reservation.

  She touched his face, wanting the words to be taken as seriously as she’d taken them from him.

  “I love you too, Liam.”

  The relief in his eyes was crushing. It was as if his entire body had been locked in tension and had suddenly been set free. He wrapped both arms around her and pulled her to him in a fierce embrace.

  “Do you mean it?” he asked gruffly against her ear.

  She withdrew immediately, propping up on her elbow so they could see eye to eye.

  “I love you,” she said. “I mean every word. You aren’t some passing fancy for me. I don’t have the whole damsel-in-distress thing going on where the weak woman falls for her protector. If you want me to explain it, I’m afraid I can’t. I just do.”

  “I don’t want you to explain it,” Liam said. “I just want to hear it again and know you mean it. I never thought . . .”

  “Never thought what?” she asked gently.

  His mouth twisted and discomfort registered in his eyes.

  “I never thought a girl like you would give a guy like me a second look.”

  She blinked, completely at a loss for words. “Girl like me? Guy like you? What on earth do you mean? Liam, you’re beautiful,” she blurted. “You’re successful. Confident. You have a heart of gold. You’re striking to look at. Any woman would count herself lucky that you’d give her a second glance. On the other hand, I’m a cowardly nitwit. I’ve trusted the wrong people. I’ve made bad decision after bad decision. I’ve lied to you,” she said painfully. “I’m weak. I gave up my identity and all I was to a man I never should have looked at twice. And you actually think that you somehow don’t deserve my love? Good God. I’m the lucky one here. I not only have you but also Noah, and you both care about me. I can’t wrap my head around it, but I’m not questioning it, because I don’t want anything to persuade you differently.”

  He smiled and twisted his fingers in her long, dark hair. “Striking to look at, huh.”

  “You’re gorgeous,” she murmured as she leaned in to kiss him. “You’re also mine. Any woman looking at you better keep her distance. I’m very possessive with my man.”

  His grin broadened. “Your man. I like that. And I am, you know.”

  “Yes, I do. Now I really need to get up and brush my teeth before we start kissing again.”

  He laughed and rolled out of bed, taking a moment to stretch before relaxing his broad shoulders again.

  She was struck by how magnificent his body was. He was standing naked in front of her, and she hadn’t lied. He was simply beautiful. She’d never grow tired of watching him.

  He was semihard with his morning erection and it made her want to coax it to further rigidity.

  Was she bold enough to make an overture? What if he turned her down? She hated the anxiety that crept up her neck at the thought of propositioning him.

  She closed her eyes. She was being an idiot.

  She stretched languidly, giving him a good view of her naked body. His eyes darkened and his cock twitched, going from semi-erect to three-quarters in two seconds flat.

  “Think you could find a condom in the time it takes me to brush my teeth?” she murmured.

  “How fast can you brush your teeth?” he growled.

  She smiled and rolled to the edge. She got up and brushed against him, her hand sliding down to cup his balls. She fondled the heavy sac for a long moment before allowing her fingers to dance up his erection to the tip.

  “I’ll be right back.”

  She ducked into the bathroom, grinning the entire time. Hurriedly she brushed her teeth and then worked some of the wildness out of her hair so she didn’t look quite the hag.

  Three minutes later, she was out of the bathroom, and Liam was standing where she left him, only he was already sheathed in a condom and he was enormously aroused.

  Worked for her.

  While she loved the attentive foreplay they always gave her, what she really wanted was a down-and-dirty quickie. And she told him as much.

  “I’ll give you whatever you want, baby,” he said.

  Sucking in a deep breath and gathering her courage to face her fears, she got on the bed, positioning herself on her hands and knees.

  “Lauren?”

  Liam’s voice was unsure and concerned. She turned so she could look at him over her shoulder.

  “I want to try,” she said firmly. “Besides, it’s not the same. I’m not flat on my belly pinned by a body so I’m powerless. And . . .”

  “And what, baby?” Liam prompted.

  “I want to get over this fear,” she said. “I don’t want to ever make Noah feel badly about the other night. Help me get through this, Liam. I want it quick and dirty.”

  He moved in behind her, his palms gliding softly over her behind. He parted her thighs further, his fingers caressing the sensitive flesh of her pussy.

  “I can promise you quick,” he said. “But not dirty, baby. Never dirty. You’re too beautiful for that.”

  Her heart melted. Her fingers curled into the sheets until her hands were tightly fisted balls. She closed her eyes and pictured Liam behind her. Liam pushing into her.

  And then he did.

  * * *

  NOAH pushed himself up from the floor and glanced at his watch. Damn but they were going to be late. He listened for any noise coming from the bedroom, the sound of a shower, anything to let him know Liam and Lauren were awake and moving.

  He was going to have to wake them up so they could get moving if they were going to make it out to the Colters’ by eight.

  He opened the door to her bedroom and was greeted by the sight of Lauren on her hands and knees and Liam pounding into her from behind. Lauren’s head was thrown back and Liam’s big hands gripped her hips as his cock disappeared into her pussy over and over.

  Noah’s own cock hardened painfully. It was an erotic sight to behold and an unwanted stab of jealousy pierced his chest. She trusted Liam enough to let him fuck her from behind.

  Liam looked up, his gaze locking with Noah’s. Then he lowered his big body over Lauren’s much smaller one and said close to her ear, “Noah’s going to take you now, baby. You wanted quick and hot. How about two men taking turns fucking you from behind?”

  Lauren’s eyes flew open and she found Noah, her eyes glowing with lust and desire. Noah’s initial jealousy disappeared, leaving him faintly ashamed. It was clear she wanted both and that she was working hard to overcome her fears.

  Liam withdrew, his cock heavy and stiff and he looked expectantly at Noah. All thoughts of time and being late fled. He moved toward her, his hand fumbling with the fly of his jeans. Liam tossed him a condom and Noah rolled it on, leaving his jeans pushed down to his hips.

  Lauren’s pussy was swollen from Liam’s hard fucking, and Noah twitched with impatience to drive just as deep inside her as Liam had been. He leaned down to press a gentle kiss to the small of her back, just so she’d know he was here and what was about to happen.

  Then he positioned himself between her slim thighs, fit his cock to her small opening and pushed inward, forcing her to accommodate his width and length.

  “Harder,” she whispered.

  He pushed down his own fears of hurting her or frightening her and let himself go, doing what he’d wanted to do from the moment he’d met her. Mark her. Make her his own. Possess her and own her.

  He pounded into her, his need for her all consuming. His orgasm rose, edgy and sharp. It took e
verything he had to pull out, but he didn’t want it to end this quickly and he was a second from exploding.

  Liam pushed in, taking Noah’s place. Lauren moaned and dropped her head a little as Liam thrust inside her again. She angled her upper body downward until her cheek rested against the mattress, but the entire time, she was pushing herself back to meet Liam’s thrusts.

  “I’m coming, baby,” Liam ground out. “You wanna do yours now or wait for Noah?”

  “I’ll wait,” she said.

  Liam let out a roar and thrust into her so hard that it shook her and the entire bed. Then for a long moment, he rested against her, buried deep inside her, his eyes closed, his hands resting possessively on her body.

  Finally he withdrew, leaving her opened, her pussy a darker pink and still swollen.

  Noah couldn’t resist running his fingers over the puffy lips. So soft and silken. She moaned and twisted restlessly as he fingered her clit.

  “Use your hand, honey,” he whispered huskily. “I’m not going to last long and I want you with me.”

  Her hand slid through her tight curls, bumping against his, as she found the sensitive nub he’d fondled. Satisfied that she was prepared, he positioned himself against her damp opening and pushed in, relishing the feel of her snug heat surrounding him, enveloping and swallowing him whole.

  Remembering her request before, he thrust harder and faster. He closed his eyes as sweet pleasure worked over every inch of his body. His balls drew up, tightening until he thought they might explode. Tension built.

  She cried out and went liquid around him. She was slick and hot as her orgasm made it easier to get deeper inside her.

  His mind went blank. He had no awareness of anything but the overwhelming ecstasy of being inside her. And then finally, finally the building tension released.

  He shuddered with mind-numbing pleasure. He strained into her, wanting deeper, not wanting the moment to end. Only the knowledge that she’d be extremely sensitive after her orgasm kept him from continuing to push into her over and over until he was incapable of doing so.