Tyler, Lynn - Be With Us (Siren Publishing Ménage Amour) (9 page)

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 breakfast 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.

Heart beating thickly, as if it had to fight the tightness in her chest just to function, she smiled thinly at the next patron waiting to check out her books. “You all right?” Marla whispered from behind her.

“Yeah,” she whispered back after the patron had left, “just missing the guys.”

“Ooohhh, missing the guys, eh?” Marla squealed quietly. “So things are going well with them?”

Lindsay nodded, her blood heating and pounding through her with her joy. Oh yes, things were going well. The nightly phone conversations she had with them, the daily e-mails and hourly texts had been both flirty and serious. They valued her ideas and opinions, actively seeking them out. Each had told her how much they missed her, how much they wished they could hold her while she slept.

“Lindsay?” Her boss hovered in the doorway of her office, a funny expression on her face. “Can you come in here for a minute?”

“Yeah, of course.” Lindsay sent a glance at Marla and walked into the office. “What can I do for you, April?” she asked her boss.

“Um, I’m not quite sure how to tell you this…”

Lindsay’s stomach jumped into her throat. This was it. Somehow, someone had found out about her budding relationship with two men and April was about to invent a reason to fire her. “Just say it,” she said with a sharp edge to her voice.

“Well…jeez, this is hard to say. I got a phone call just a minute ago. You are your father’s next of kin, right?”

An immense feeling of relief that she wasn’t about to get fired was immediately swamped by dread. She hadn’t spoken with her father in years. She had tried at first, going back for holidays and phoning weekly. But it was always the same thing.
Your mother’s a bitch. I’m better off without your mother. I wish I’d never met her.
And when he wasn’t raging about her mother, he was lamenting about how saintly she was and how the town had destroyed his life. It never mattered what Lindsay accomplished or what she’d achieved, he had never cared. He had hardly even realized she was home and she doubted he had ever realized that she had left permanently. “I guess,” she said slowly. “Why?”

“I’m so sorry to tell you this, but I got a call from the hospital in your hometown. Your father had a heart attack last night. He didn’t make it. Lindsay, take all the time you need to make the arrangements and see to his estate. If there is anything, anything at all we can do, please ask.”

Lindsay sat quietly, stunned into silence. What was she supposed to do now?

“Lindsay?” Marla asked quietly. “Are you going to be okay?”

She hadn’t even heard April leave. She stared up at Marla, feeling strangely hollow. “I haven’t seen my father in years.” She gulped and swallowed her tears. “I knew I probably wouldn’t ever see him again, but I guess I never realized that the next time I went home would be for his funeral.”

“Lindsay, honey, let me take you home.”

Marla bundled her into her coat and ushered her out the door. The next thing Lindsay knew, she was at her apartment and Marla had Lindsay’s address book out and was speaking to someone on her cell phone.

Lindsay hung up her coat automatically, functioning on autopilot. She crossed the room to the couch and sat down with a thump. Glancing down at the lumpy cushion, she smoothed her hand over the brown fabric. Nick had slept here, she thought inanely. Nick. And she’d spoken on the phone with Liam while sitting right here. She shook her head at Marla’s offer to get her a drink of water. All she wanted to do right now was bury herself in their bed and let them hold her. Maybe if they held onto her long enough, the pain would fade.

She didn’t know how long she sat there, caressing the spot where she imagined Nick had laid his head. It seemed like hours had passed, but the sun was still bright in the sky when the intercom beeped. Marla answered it, and within minutes, Lindsay was surrounded by the very thing she wanted most. “Thanks, Marla,” Nick was saying as Liam lifted her into his lap. “It’s too bad we had to meet this way. We’ll take care of her from here.”

Concentrating on the long forgotten French phrases being murmured in her ear, Lindsay only vaguely heard Marla saying good-bye. “I only took French until the tenth grade. I don’t understand what you’re saying,” she said stupidly.

“It’s all right,
chérie
. I speak English very well, don’t I?”

Not knowing what else to say, Lindsay laid her head on Liam’s shoulder and let him pet her gently. The tears she knew she should be shedding would just not come. She just felt a numbed out pain and a weird sense of disassociation. She heard Nick making arrangements on the phone and Liam speaking to his superiors about a death and needing to be away for a while. She just couldn’t make herself care.

“Kitten?” Nick appeared before her, smoothing her hair back from her brow. “I have a trial starting tomorrow that I can’t get out of, but Liam is going to go home with you, okay?”

“Why?” she asked, completely confused. They had only been seeing each other for a couple of weeks. Why would they want to get sucked into all her drama? And did she really want Liam there to see her when she faced the people who had humiliated her?

“Fuck,” Liam swore. She could tell by his voice that her question had upset him, but she couldn’t fathom why. “Lindsay. Do you remember what I said to you the night you and Marla went out?”