Page 84 of Knot a Bad Idea

I try to put myself in his position.

“My mom is my only parent,” I say slowly. “She’s my entire family besides Skylar. But biologically, she’s all I have.”

What would I do if I had to watch my mother suffer?

What if all the money and resources in the world couldn’t save her, and I had to watch her slowly succumb to a sickness I couldn’t stop?

Liam gives me a sad smile. “Tammy’s great, April. I’m glad you have her.”

I look down at my plate, picking at my food.

My momisgreat.

She’s patient, smart, and puts up with my and Skylar’s antics way more than she should.

Her daughter is hours away from her, under a contract drafted by three billionaires.

The fact that she hasn’t broken down the door to the packhouse shows how much restraint and trust in me she has.

My stomach churns as an image of a heartbroken Donovan fills my head. The pain in his icy eyes as he told me he couldn’t save me.

But it’s not his damn job to save me.

Pulling out my phone, I shoot Donovan a text.

I need to talk to you.

“You okay, baby?” Hunter asks.

I place my phone down. “I could use a drink.”

Liam chuckles softly. “Me too.”

We endup in the game room, me sitting in Liam’s lap on the couch with my legs stretched out. Hunter is on the opposite side of the couch, massaging my feet, and I groan in pleasure.

Their scents mingle, earthy and spicy, and soon, my worries dissipate.

The conversation at dinner is forgotten, and all I can focus on is the pleasure from their hands.

I’m overly sensitive from the slightest touch, and the more I shift in Liam’s lap, the harder he grows against me.

“Stop squirming,” he warns me, nipping at my neck. I hum as Hunter digs his fingers into a particularly sensitive spot on the arch of my foot, and purposely move my bottom along Liam’s erection.

“Or what?” I breathe, locking eyes with Hunter’s fiery gaze. His signature smirk is on his lips, and he presses even harder into my foot, making me arch my back in a mixture of pleasure and pain.

To my surprise, Liam places his mouth to my mating gland and sucks,hard.

I see stars. White hot pleasure courses through my body as Liam tongues my mating gland like it’s my clit, flicking it gently in circles while Hunter continues to massage me.

I’m dangerously close to an orgasm already, and barely anything has happened.

“Fuck, those sounds make me hard,” Hunter groans. “I could come just from hearing you, baby.”

Hunter’s fingers massage up my calf while Liam continues to suck and nibble at my sensitive skin. Wetness pools between my legs, slick beginning to stain the crotch of my jeans.

“Ah,” I breathe, reaching behind me to tug at Liam’s dirty blonde hair. He groans at my touch but doesn’t let up on my mating gland.

“Could you come from this?” Liam whispers into my skin. “Just from us touching you like this?”