Total pages in book: 105
Estimated words: 99339 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 497(@200wpm)___ 397(@250wpm)___ 331(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 99339 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 497(@200wpm)___ 397(@250wpm)___ 331(@300wpm)
Mack’s chest tightened. Did she look like that because she was worried about hurting Liam? Or because she wished it was him kissing her instead?
Before Mack could figure out one way or another, Liam was asking, “Where’s your key, beautiful?” and running his hand down her bare arm.
Son of a bitch. Mack would make him regret ever—
But then he realized Calla was trembling at Liam’s touch. From the look of longing on her face, it wasn’t from fear, either.
She felt something for Liam. Mack’s jaw tightened. Fuck. Double fuck. He should leave them to it.
But his insides rebelled even at the thought. And then he saw Liam looking at him, his eyebrows raised in question.
Mack hadn’t missed how Liam had handed Calla over to him earlier on the dance floor. Sharing her. Because Liam had seen the same thing Mack was just now realizing—she wanted both of them.
And Mack wanted her.
Fuck but he wanted her. He hadn’t wanted anything other than revenge in so long he’d forgotten what it could feel like. The feeling was such a revelation that, no matter how much he fucking hated the Irishman, Mack would make sure Calla got what she wanted. Anything she wanted.
Mack nodded to Liam’s inquiring gaze.
“Let’s go in,” Liam said, lifting the keycard Calla had been clutching in a trembling hand and pressing it against the door sensor. Calla looked confused for a moment until Liam said, “All of us.”
Calla’s eyes widened and her mouth dropped open slightly. But when the door unlocked, she looked back at Liam and then Mack. She pushed the door in and then kept going until she held it open wide. An invitation.
Fuck him. Mack felt it in his chest and his balls—the wanting.
She doesn’t know what she’s inviting in.
Liam stepped right over the threshold, brushing his chest against Calla’s as he passed in a way that was anything but unintentional.
Still, Mack hesitated. Get the fuck out of here. You’re a shit stain and you always will be. She deserves a million times better than either of you horny fucks.
He was about to turn around and leave. He really was.
But then Calla reached over and took his hand. With her other, she reached out to Liam. When she started tugging them inside, Mack let himself be pulled forward.
He didn’t know if he was heading into heaven or hell. But as the door closed behind him, Mack knew there was no other place he’d rather be.
11
LIAM
Calla’s eyes were wide as she backed up against the closet door, looking back and forth between him and Mack.
Shite, had he made the wrong call here? Did he forget what Mel had told him not even an hour ago? Calla had zero experience with men.
And now, what, they were going to have a threesome? Jaysus, talk about running before you could fecking walk.
“Nothing happens in this room except what you want, gorgeous,” Mack said.
Liam looked over at Mack, annoyed he’d said it before Liam could.
“He’s right.” Now there was a phrase Liam never thought he’d say in reference to Mackenzie Knight. “We can just stay up all night watching TV together if you want.”
Time to take control and make sure that anything that happened tonight went at a pace Calla was comfortable with.
Calla’s eyes flicked to the TV and then to the king size bed. Her eyes stopped on the bed. Then her tongue peeked out and she licked her lips.
Did she have any idea the kind of thoughts that gave a man?
Her eyes tentatively bounced between him and Mack. “I don’t want to watch TV.”
It was just a whisper but it was more than fecking enough. Liam had never been happier to not watch TV in his life.
He started but Mack blocked his path, stepping forward and taking her in his arms just like he had outside the door. He kissed her deep again.
The strangest combination of jealousy and arousal hit Liam. He wanted to taste those fucking lips. But watching the way Mack took control of the kiss so masterfully… fuck, it made Liam’s dick jump in his jeans. For a second all he could do was stand and watch.
Mack ran his hands down Calla’s arms until he grabbed hold of her waist and pulled her into his chest. Was he hard already too? Liam caught himself just as his gaze dropped to the front of Mack’s jeans where he pressed into Calla.
He jerked his eyes away. Jaysus. Sure, he’d been open to all sorts of experimentation in his life, but Mack? For feck’s sake, he hated the wanker.
Then again… some of the hottest sex Liam had ever had was hate sex. There’d been Sean, his mate from Uni. Sean had lost Liam’s respect when he came wheedling for cash for some shite pyramid scheme. He was happy to prostitute himself, and his girlfriend, Brigid, for the money. Taking Brigid while she took it out on Sean’s arse had been simultaneously one of the most satisfying and empty moments Liam had ever experienced.