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Liam kissed her forehead when she began to stir. “My minx loves anal.”
“That’s a lot of fucking,” Mack muttered. “Are you sure you want to share those privileges with me?”
“Ultimately, it’s Sierra’s choice what she decides to share.” He reached for the water when her head lifted weakly, pleased when Mack took the initiative to grab it first and remove the cap. “I’m working until eleven tomorrow night. If you want, you can spend the evening with her. Here,” he added in a tone that brooked no argument, “where I can keep an eye on you. No sex involved, just a chance to get to know each other better.”
“I’d like that. I won’t say I’m keen on getting railed up the ass, so maybe we just see where that takes us. Do we, ah, shake on this or what?”
Yeah, he liked the guy, Liam thought as he stuck his hand out.
He just hoped this didn’t backfire on him.
Chapter Five
Sierra
It was awkward being stuck at a table with a stranger.
It was worse being stuck with said stranger when they both remembered him making her orgasm just the night before, all over his hand.
Add in Liam’s bombshell and she was ready to hide.
Apparently he’d listened to her cues, to what her body and heart wanted, and kickstarted the next stage of their life off in grand style, invitingMaverickfor drinks and a pleasant evening chat.
She was notoriously bad at chatting.
Drawing wet circles on the tabletop with her glass of coke, she kept her gaze lowered, focusing on the ribbons of moisture left on the polished surface. No matter how hard shedidn’tlook at him, her body still hummed lightly in his proximity, much like it did when Liam was near.
“Liam didn’t tell me you were such an avid conversationalist.” Wry amusement simmered under Mack’s words. “It must be difficult to be so painfully shy.”
She opened her mouth, then closed it when she realized her throat was too tight to speak.
“You know, I can’t tell whether Liam wants to spank you or strangle me,” he confessed in a conspiratorial whisper. “That glare he keeps shooting over here is ridiculously difficult to interpret.”
Oh, it was probably aimed at her. Liam got frustrated sometimes when her tongue froze. He was likely thinking about spanking her with one hand, choking her with the other, and using his cock toencourageher to use her voice.
“Maybe if I do the talking for a while, he won’t throw that glass in his hand at my head. Think you can nod every now and then like I’m saying something witty enough to hold your attention?”
Her lips twitched of their own volition. She gave him a tiny nod, making sure not to make any eye contact at all—if she fell into that magnetic gaze again, she’d be trapped there in its thrall.
Liam had beautiful eyes. The gray shifted in shades as his emotions flared and cooled, and she’d learned how to read them; Mack’s eyes weren’t gray or blue, but a delicate balance of the two, and she didn’t have a clue where to begin deciphering them.
“Liam doesn’t seem like the kind of Dom to keep secrets, so I’m assuming you know he’s asked me if I’d like to… join you in a temporary capacity. I understand you lost someone important; before you make a decision, I’d like to assure you that I have no intention of trying to imitate or replace him in your life.”
Thank God for small mercies, she thought. Never again did she want to be with anyone who resembled Wyatt in personality or spirit. The little pieces of him she missed were few and far between—she could live without them.
“All I can be is myself, and it’s up to you to form your own opinions on whether who I am satisfies whatever fantasies you have about… all of this.” He swirled his hand above the table in a circle, his gesture clear. “Say no and I walk away, no hard feelings.”
Sierra glanced at him, surprised. “What if it’s not no?”
“That’s up to you and Liam. We obviously have the chemistry for some scorching hot sex, but I get the feeling fucking you blind isn’t the only reason Liam invited me into your relationship. I think you need some fun, Sierra, something to take your mind off whatever’s putting that sadness in your eyes.” He gave her a lopsided smile. “Give me a chance to be your distraction.”
He already was, and they’d only been sitting together for like thirty minutes or so. He had the kind of voice that brought subs to their knees without ever needing to raise it; the kind that cruised over her skin, low and rhythmic, soothing like a lullaby.
Deep, not quite as rumbly as Atticus, but resonant enough to pluck at her wacky hormones like skilled fingertips on guitar strings.
“Can you look at me, pixie?”
Pixie. He’d called her that last night. She’d liked it, almost as much as being Liam’s minx. Not quite as much as being his babygirl though. “Why do you call me that?”