I’m practically high off the anticipation of a repeat between the three of us. Who would have thought this would be my life? Forget touring.This right here is better than any adrenaline rush I’ve experienced on stage.
Stasi lowers to her knees to peel off my pants and boxers. My chest rises and falls with labored breaths at the sight of her staring up at me, those pretty lips so close to my cock.
And then she’s stolen away, ensnared by inked arms and placed on the edge of the kitchen island. I’d cry out in sexual frustration if not for this new desire to watch Liam get her out of those wet clothes.
I shove locks of hair out of my eyes, not wanting to miss a single interaction between them—the consideration he gives her and the gentleness she returns.
Can you fall in love with the way two people love each other?
Drawn to them, and maybe a little desperate for punishment, I fit my body to Liam’s backside. Carefully, I touch my hands to his sides to start. When he doesn’t yell at me or push me away, I brush my lips along his neck.
Liam rumbles in approval, so I work my hands up the front of his shirt, coasting them over his rigid abs and pecs. I fully expect him to turn around and shove me to my knees, but Stasi seems to be enough of a distraction to curb any discomfort he may have from letting me have my way with him.
Would he let me fuck him one day? I don’t need it, but I’ve spent a good amount of time fantasizing about it.
Heart thudding faster, I drop a hand to unbuckle his belt as his big hands glide up Stasi’s body to remove her shirt. My mouth waters at the sight of another lacy bralette. I bite down on the muscle between Liam’s neck and shoulder.
Liam runs his mouth over Stasi’s goose bumped skin, and my cock throbs against his ass. I flick open the button on his pants, swiping a thumb along the hot, smooth skin exposed there.
“Beau,” Liam says in a low tone.
Is this where his line is now? I can hold him and touch him when he has clothes on, but when he’s naked, he wants to be in full control?
I sigh, resting my forehead against his wet shoulder. “Just wanted to touch you a little.”
A tense pause follows. “Then quit fucking around and touch me already.”
Fuck. I dive a hand into his boxers and grip his cock. “This thing is perfection.”
He rocks his hips slightly, so I squeeze him hard like he would do to me. Jerking him a couple times nice and slow, I lower my hand to cup his heavy balls. Then I massage them, suddenly wishing I could be on my knees for him, sucking them into my mouth.
Stasi and I work together to remove the rest of Liam’s clothes. Shockingly, he even lifts his arms in the air for her.
I’ve seen him naked probably half a dozen times, but never in the daytime like this. It’s a religious experience. My eyes follow the intricate swirls of black and gray on his skin, no spot of other color to be found. There’s no question his tattoos cost him a fortune.
Brushing my palms over the designs, I notice something off. Scars hidden in the artificial lines. I run a finger along one of them, and Liam tenses. My stomach churns. I count three more. Make that six…
Dark eyes bore into me as Liam turns. He slips an arm around my waist and heaves me up onto the kitchen counter next to Stasi.
Does she know about his scars? Does she know what happened to him? I mean, I have a hypothesis, and I really don’t fucking like it. Liam’s the strongest person I know, inside and out.
If someone managed to hurt him…
I can understand why he might struggle with connections now.
Fighting back enraged tears, I let my head fall to the side with a deep breath. Stasi looks like a goddess sprawled out next to me, warm brown eyes staring back at me and locks of hair clinging to her flushed skin.
“So gorgeous,” I murmur.
Her fingertips touch my cheek, stroking lightly over my dimples.
A groan rips free from me as Liam unexpectedly sucks my cock into his mouth.
“Fuck. Fuck me. Fucking fuck me,” I spit out, gripping the edge of the counter while he works me over with brutal suction.
Stasi shimmies closer to kiss my bottom lip. “Foul mouth.”
The instant Liam pops off, I seize my chance to roll on top of her. I notch my cock against her hot, slick center. “Already so wet for us. Let’s see what kind of noises we can get you to make, sweetheart.”
