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  “I’m not that drunk,” Lindsay protested before giving a little burp. “Excuse me.” She stumbled a little as she looked around blearily. “Have you seen my phone? I promised I’d call Nick and Liam when I got home.”

  Marla laughed again and handed her the cordless phone. “Here it is, sweetie.” She shook her head at Lindsay’s attempt at dialing the phone. “Let me dial.” She took the phone and punched in the numbers that Lindsay obediently recited.

  Marla tried to hand Lindsay the phone but for some reason the handset kept going in and out of focus and she just couldn’t make her hand connect with the phone. “Who do you want me to speak to?” she asked innocently.

  “Bonjour, chérie. You have a good time?” a deep, slightly accented voice said through the line.

  “It’s Liam!” Lindsay said with delight, holding her hand out for the phone. “Marla, how did you know I wanted to talk to them?”

  Marla rolled her eyes and spoke into the headset. “Hi. My name is Marla. I’m a friend of Lindsay’s. She’s a little drunk right now, but I’ll stick around for a few to make sure she gets into bed all right.”

  Lindsay grabbed the phone and stuck it to her ear. “Hi, Liam,” she said brightly. “Are you and Nick having hot, sweaty sex? If you are, can I come over?”

  “Oh, lordy,” Marla muttered under her breath.

  “No, chérie, we’re not having sex. Nick’s not even home. He had to go out of town for a couple of days for work. And I think you had better stay where you are right now,” Liam said on a laugh.

  Lindsay stared down at her lap, suddenly achingly sad. “You don’t want me anymore?” Her voice cracked as she spoke, her eyes filling with tears. How come nobody ever seemed to want her? First her parents had rejected her and now Liam and Nick. She sniffled pathetically into the phone, a long, wet sound, and she didn’t even care that Liam knew she was crying. Who cared about anything when your heart was being ripped out?

  “Lindsay, no! I mean, yes. Hell. Yes, we want you. But Nick won’t be home for three more days, and I’m starting a forty-eight hour shift soon. You’d be all alone here. At least you have your friend at home with you.”

  The tears spilled down her cheeks, and her throat constricted painfully. “Okay,” she whispered on another sniffle.

  “Mon dieu, Lindsay. Don’t cry,” Liam pleaded. “You’re killing me here, chérie. Lindsay, I love you, okay? I will always want you. You come over right now if you want. In fact, hold tight. I’ll be there in a few minutes.”

  “That’s okay. I’ll be here fine alone. I mean fine here alone. God, I think I had too much to drink. I’m sorry I cried to you.”

  “It’s all right, chérie. Listen, can you give the phone to your friend?” Liam asked.

  Marla took the proffered phone, and Lindsay listened half-heartedly to her end of the conversation. Something about drinking a bottle of wine and that Marla would stay the night.

  Lindsay staggered into her bedroom and flopped down on the bed. Her head was already feeling fuzzy. Lord, she was going to pay for her alcohol binge tomorrow.

  Chapter 8

  Liam dropped onto the bed, utterly exhausted. It had been an unusually busy shift. They’d had to fight a major house fire, a total loss for the owners. Luckily everyone had made it out of the house all right but the kid had lost his dog. The shift had been made longer by the idea that he would be coming home to an empty house. On top of everything else, he had worried about Lindsay since he’d spoken to her the other night. She had sounded so sad for some reason. He’d been frantic when he had heard her start to cry. Everything in him had screamed for him to go to her, to protect her and shield her from whatever was causing her pain. And yet, his offer to go to her was denied. He’d called Nick as soon as he’d hung up with Lindsay two days ago. Nick had confirmed that he was worried about where Lindsay was taking their relationship.

  So weary he could hardly focus his eyes, Liam managed to struggle to a stand and strip out of his clothes. Thank goodness he had showered at the station before coming home and didn’t need to worry about dragging his sorry ass into the bathroom. He’d even called Nick to update him on the house fire from the station, knowing he would be too tired to call once he got home. The clothes dropped to the floor, and he merely stared at them, bone-deep fatigue winning out when he simply left them where they landed and crawled back onto the bed.

  It was an unexpected sense of comfort that woke him up. Without opening his eyes, he slid his hand over the hip of the body cuddled up next to him. Being Asian, Nick had fairly smooth skin, but he never remembered Nick’s hips being quite so deliciously curvy. Or Nick making that sound, a little purr almost. Or Nick’s hair being quite so long and wavy. Or Nick smelling of subtle floral perfume. Which would be a good thing since he discovered Lindsay curled up against his side when he finally opened his eyes. “Lindsay?”

  Her silky cheek brushed against his chest when she tilted her head to look up at him. “Good morning.”

  “Morning? Is it already morning?” He played with the ends of her hair, marveling at how soft it was.

  “Yep. Nick called me and told me where the extra key is hidden. He thought you might like some company.” She slid a thigh over his and circled her finger playfully around one of his nipples.

  Liam swallowed a plea and glanced down his body, not surprised to see the sheet tenting. He always woke up with morning wood, and he usually had to take care of it himself since Nick was almost always up and gone before Liam woke up. Fortunately for him, prospects were promising this morning.

  “And guess what?” she said, letting her fingers trail farther down his abdomen.

  “If you tell me that you’re naked under the sheets, I’ll be your slave forever.” Liam had to concentrate on his English, making sure his accent wasn’t too thick. It always took him a few minutes for his brain to translate his thoughts into English when he first woke up. Nick was used to the heavy accent, but he wanted to be sure Lindsay understood every word he said.

  “Sorry, no. I’m wearing a bra and panties. They are black though.” Ah, there was the bra, he thought as he shifted his hand down her shoulders so that he could feel the band. “But I really wanted to tell you that Nick came home early. He went out to get breakfast.”

  Liam tried desperately to wrap his groggy mind around Lindsay’s words. Lindsay was in his bed with Nick in the house? No, wait. Lindsay said that Nick had left to get breakfast. The only thing that he could make sense of at this particular moment was the hard plug of flesh throbbing between his thighs.

  He jumped when the curvy little librarian shifted even closer and tangled her fingers in his pubic hair. Every thought of trying to speak fled his mind as he flexed his hips, trying to force her fingers lower.

  “Kiss me,” Lindsay said abruptly, arching her neck toward him.

  Obeying her request without a second thought, Liam brought his lips to hers and let her take control. Heat swept through his body and erotic possibilities flashed in his mind as he made quick work of her underwear.

  A sound from the door drew his eye, where he found Nick grinning wickedly. He made a circling motion with his finger, letting Liam know he wanted Lindsay to be facing the other way. He followed Nick’s command, turning her around so that her ass snuggled against his crotch while Nick crept into the bed.

  Liam brought his hands up to mold her breasts and watched Nick stretch out in front of Lindsay to kiss her. “I’m not going to last very long,” Liam warned.

  The two of them kept at it, finding all of Lindsay’s sensitive spots. Liam discovered that her neck, especially the spot directly behind her ear, was as responsive as her nipples when kissed and sucked. He found a tiny area on the right side of her clit that was particularly sensitive, so sensitive that it drove her into climax if he stimulated for more than a couple of seconds. Within just a few minutes, Liam felt her pussy flooding with cream and she was begging for more.

  Liam scooted back for just a second to p
ut on the condom Nick magically produced. He braced himself for the pleasure of possessing Lindsay’s body, but nothing could prepare him for the sensation of sliding into liquid fire. He rocked into her gently, drawing her leg back over his thigh and opening her up to Nick’s view. And damn, he wished he could see the same thing as Nick.

  Nick turned around so that his head lay next to Lindsay’s exposed pussy. Liam felt Nick’s finger trace along the spot where he and Lindsay became one. Nick leaned forward and, resting his head on Lindsay’s upper thigh, buried his face between her legs. Liam groaned, both at the sight and at the feeling of Lindsay’s muscles fluttering around him.

  Liam watched his lovers with fascination as his increasing thrusts forced her sex to rock against Nick’s chin, driving all of him wild with need. Nick pulled back slightly, looking up at Liam, heat glittering in his eyes. “Do not come,” he ordered over Lindsay’s whimpers.

  At Liam’s nod, Nick went back to suckling Lindsay. Liam could feel her muscles tightening, and when she reached back to grip his hip, he knew he would have some very strange fingernail marks. He’d have to be careful to avoid showering at the station for the next few days if he could help it.

  Liam’s balls began to burn with the effort of holding back his orgasm. The only thing that kept him from spilling into the condom was Nick’s command. Nick was going to top the shit out of him if he managed to hold on, and he always loved it when Nick got extra aggressive.

  Lindsay’s hips began to jerk back and forth convulsively, as if she couldn’t decide what felt better, Liam’s dick in her pussy or Nick’s mouth on her clit. A high whimper sounded as Lindsay began to contract around him. Her pussy eagerly milked Liam as if trying to wring the cum out of him.

  “Pull out and take the condom off,” Nick barked, petting Lindsay soothingly to soften the loss of Liam’s length. “Beautiful, kitten. God, your little clit pulses so beautifully when you come.” Nick continued to croon to Lindsay, the sexy words causing Liam to push his hips into thin air. Shit, if Nick didn’t let him come soon, he would blow some kind of artery.

  Nick pulled away from Lindsay slowly, settling her onto the mattress so she had a good view of Liam’s bobbing cock. “See that, kitten? See what we do to him? He’s so hard and ready he’s practically purple. I’m going to fuck him now. I’m going to make him come, and Liam’s going to love it all the more because you’ll be watching.”

  Lindsay’s eyes were soft and slightly unfocused, but she nodded anyway, her tongue peeping out to moisten her swollen, pink lips. “Yes,” she breathed, settling into the pillows a little more, looking as if she was ready to watch a show. And, damn it, he was ready to give her a show.

  Fully into the top attitude, Nick crawled behind Liam and pushed him none too gently to the headboard forcing Liam to grab the headboard for balance. “Hang on, babe.” He pulled on one of Liam’s legs so that he was situated on the bed with one foot planted, knee at ninety degrees, the other knee fixed firmly on the bed so that he was open for Nick.

  Liam’s breath whooshed out when the cold lube dripped down the crease of his ass. “Fuck,” he muttered, since fuck was the only English word he could remember at that particular moment. “Fuckfuckfuck.” He wriggled desperately, anxious to feel Nick filling him, his dick leaking steadily.

  A sharp smack landed on Liam’s right butt cheek. “Stay still,” Nick snarled. He smoothed his hand down the burning marks, soothing and teasing all at once. Mon dieu, Liam loved being dominated. They didn’t use safe words because Nick knew exactly how far he could push Liam before it got to be too much. Besides, no meant no in their relationship.

  One of Nick’s long fingers pushed its way into Liam’s hole, brushing mischievously against his prostate. Liam’s cock pulsed in time with his heartbeat, hardening even more than he thought possible.

  Lindsay’s eyes flittered between his groin and his face, her expression one of extreme interest. He and Nick had done a lot of things together, but they’d never before had sex in front of an audience, and it was driving him wild. Apparently, apart from being a bottom, he was also an exhibitionist.

  “Like what you see, kitten?” Nick asked. He added another finger, fucking Liam roughly. “Watch,” Nick instructed, yanking his fingers out so fast it almost hurt.

  Liam felt the broad head of Nick’s prick swirl around his ass before he pressed past his ring of muscle. Liam couldn’t help the whimper of need that started in his chest and pushed out his throat. He was rewarded with another hard smack on the butt. “Quiet!”

  Lindsay got up and pressed her body to Nick’s side, making sure her cool fingers trailed across the stinging mark on Liam’s ass. Chills shot up his spine, and he struggled not to arch back into that hand and dick. Nick finally thrust inside him, grazing his prostate with every pass. Nick was suspiciously silent, and Liam chanced a look over his shoulder. Lindsay was kissing Nick, practically eating at his mouth even as she continued to the stinging marks on his buttock.

  Lindsay mouthed her way down Nick’s chest and abdomen until she was face to face with where he and Liam were joined. Liam almost came right there when she looked up at Nick and whispered, “Can I suck him off?” The only thing that stopped him from spraying all across the headboard was Nick’s fist suddenly clenching tightly around the base of his dick, preventing any type of orgasm.

  “Sure, kitten. I bet he’ll like that. I’ll just hold him steady. Won’t let him come until you’re ready.” Nick’s fist squeezed tighter, and he continued to push into him.

  Lindsay’s mouth circled his head, and Liam made a sound of distress. His urge to come had gone straight past excited anticipation and into pain. She suckled just his head, letting Nick’s pounding hips rock his dick farther into her mouth. She did something wicked with her tongue that had his eyes rolling, while Nick continued to grip him tightly. Liam was so focused on the incredible sensations rolling through his body he almost missed Nick’s murmured instructions telling Lindsay how he wanted to let Liam finish.

  Suddenly, the pressure left the base of Liam’s cock, replaced by the lighter, steadying, barely-there grip of Lindsay’s palm. Nick yanked him upright, slinging his arm diagonally across Liam’s chest to support his weight. “Open your eyes and look down,” he whispered harshly in Liam’s ear.

  Liam did as he was told, glancing down to see Lindsay press his head against her pursed lips just as Nick drove in once more. Muscles cramping, Liam started to wonder if he’d actually be able to come after holding back his need for so long. “Come. Now!” Nick barked.

  It turned out that Liam didn’t need the order because his balls contracted painfully. His belly heaved with the strength of his contractions, but after the first stinging spray, there was nothing but pleasure and the memorable sight of Lindsay’s face and lips covered in his white cream.

  Nick was groaning behind him, and a flood of warmth washed over his back to drip down his ass. Liam sagged as every bit of energy drained out of him, and he was grateful for Nick’s supporting arm as Lindsay scooted out from beneath the arch of his body. Nick eased him belly first onto the mattress, smoothing his hand over Liam’s shoulders. He pried his eyes open to see Lindsay wiping her face with a tissue, a big shit-eating grin stretching her mouth. Mon dieu, he loved her. Most women would have run screaming from them but not her.

  He felt the soothing warmth of a wet towel running across his back and down to his thighs, and he sighed contentedly. Nick always took care of him, which was a good thing since he couldn’t muster the strength to do anything but drag himself onto his back and yank Lindsay to his side. Nick said something about breakfast, but Liam couldn’t think about anything but sleep.

  Nick laughed. “I think we fucked him out, kitten.” Nick laughed again when Liam managed to find the strength to stick out up his middle finger. The bed dipped as Nick slid in on the other side of Lindsay, his hand landing on Liam’s hard abs as he spooned up against Lindsay’s back and slung an arm around her waist. “I guess br
eakfast is out.”

  Damn, but it felt good to be fucked out. Liam fell asleep before he could mutter the sarcastic comment that floated through his head.

  Chapter 9

  What the hell was she thinking? When Nick had called the other day, telling her that Liam had had a hard shift and would probably appreciate some company, Lindsay hadn’t hesitated. Nick had told her that Liam hadn’t been able to save a little boy’s dog. She had hopped in her car and rushed over to the men’s house, hell-bent on getting to Liam. Despite being loud and exuberant, Lindsay had learned that Liam actually had a very sensitive side and that he would grieve for the boy’s pet. The idea of Liam lonely, sad and coming home to an empty house had been heart wrenching, and she couldn’t bear the thought of him alone.

  It hadn’t hit her until she let herself in with the hidden key that maybe Nick had tricked her a little just to get her into their house. Liam had been sleeping peacefully, one arm stretched over his head, the other resting low on his belly. It hadn’t been until she had given in to the urge to slip into the bed that she realized how tense he had really been. The second she laid down, he had flung out his arm, gathered her to his side, and sighed out her name contentedly. Every muscle in his body had softened and relaxed, and his breathing had immediately deepened even further.

  Lindsay had relished the feeling of being so obviously wanted and needed. Then Nick had showed up, and the sex had been both intense and passionate. She had been swept away and had spent the rest of the day and night with the two of them in all their hedonistic glory.

  Now she was at work, miserable because the three of them hadn’t been all together in weeks. Liam had been on a steady stream of overnight shifts and Nick had been late at the office every night preparing for a new trial. Short of moving in with them, there was no way to sleep with both of them and she had been curling up around her pillows every night since their encounter, trying to recreate the security of being held close by two sets of arms.