Liam took her clit and Kade slid his fingers into her fresh wetness. He plunged deep and hard, expecting her to want to wriggle away from under his touch no matter how wet she was for them both.
She threw her head back on Liam’s shoulder, exposing her throat for him. He sank his teeth into her flesh, hard, mindlessly trying to pin her between them before she tried to escape, before he felt her fucking guilt poison him.
He scissored his fingers inside with savage force, uncaring that she wanted to beg to be released from his touch.
Sandwiched between them, a hot quivering sobbing mess, still spasming from her turbulent orgasm, she couldn’t have been lovelier.
Her hot little body slid between him and Liam. He was a man possessed in making her want him without her conscience trying to relegate him to the ends of the earth. He drove into her roughly, the sound of wetness against his hammering fingers echoing around them. He wanted her to come with the same vicious, splendid need he had to do the same inside her body.
Fuck.
He noticed when Liam had stopped touching her completely, his hands now wrapped around her arms as he held her for Kade. As if Liam knew Kade needed to do this on his own.
He dropped his head to her forehead, but he couldn’t stop his desperate ministrations, not when she had wet his whole hand. It wasn’t her fault, and he had no idea what the fuck he was doing, falling for his best friend’s wife, despite Liam’s idea that she was meant for both of them.
He had breached the wall where he didn’t care if she hated him as long as he could touch her, kiss her, fuck her with Liam filling her up on the other side.
If he didn’t stop now, at that precise point, there was no going back.
He didn’t want to go back.
She clutched his fingers, hugging him to her satiny flesh like she had his cock between her pussy lips even though trepidation, shame, and remorse fractured the hazy shadows of her beautiful face.
Fuck.
And still, he couldn't stop.
He made her come with a violence that seethed from his own soul. He couldn’t do what she wanted. He couldn’t leave. Not now.
He released her then flexed his hand, her silky wetness soothing over his calloused hand.
She looked at him, horrified now that no matter how hard she had fought the battle not to come, her body had betrayed her. Her mortification and never-ending supply of guilt continued to shatter him, but he was too far gone now.
He could live with that contempt, if it meant touching her, hearing her breathe, feeling her orgasm between his and Liam’s bodies.
Without another thought, Kade scooped her up and carried her to the chaise. Liam led the way and lay on his back, his head rested on the backrest of the lounge chair as Kade placed her to straddle him.
“Liam,” she said, her voice tear-stained and filled with anguish and fear.
“We’re right here, sweetheart,” Liam assured her. She sobbed as Liam sucked her sweet nipples while Kade squirted copious amounts of lube into her ass, deepened his fingers inside her with every stroke. “This is where you belong. Right here between us,” Liam said.
She shook her head and Kade stalled for a moment. He rubbed his one hand down his face. His mind flooded with muddled thoughts and then emptied itself of every single one, except her. Nothing came close to making her a part of him. Of owning half of her.
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