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    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