Page 124 of Lesson In Honesty

Oh shit.

One beat. Two.

Her breath exploded free on a cry as they both rammed inside her to the hilt, an instant before the blood returned to her starved nipples in a savage pulse of sensation. Her breasts throbbed in painful harmony with her racing heartbeat, the pain leeching through her blood to infect every part of her until it reached the pinnacle and became sweet, addictive pleasure.

It struck her core, her clit, and time was suddenly inconsequential.

Someone screamed.

High and long and… rapturous.

She lost control of her body, feeling herself writhe and twist, bucking mindlessly for more, to keep the orgasm at its strongest. She heard her men find their own nirvana—Mack’s litany of profanity rode on a groan deep enough to rumble through his chest, while Liam unleashed his with a bellow.

She collapsed onto Mack with a smack of damp flesh to damp flesh, her heart thudding against her ribs, his echoing right back at her. Spasms rippled through her core, caressing the softeninglengths inside her, as Liam sighed heavily and folded over the top of her.

Floating on the in-between, she snuggled herself between her men. There was more than just the high of a wonderful orgasm here, more than just the strengthening and blossoming of their united bond.

For the first time, she experienced a sense of profound peace, as though something inside her, something she couldn’t identify, wasn’t in pain anymore.

With Mack’s heartbeat beneath her ear and Liam’s against her back, she felt…

Whole.

Liam

Sometimes, he questioned his actions as a Dom.

As Sierra’s Dom.

Especially now there was the Daddy element in the mix. There was always the nagging question of whether he was pushing her too hard, not enough. For too many months to count, he’d let her keep her distance sexually; at first, they’d been too mired in griefto scene, but when even their vanilla attempts at intimacy failed to get her pregnant, their sex life just dwindled to the occasional fuck for… well, hell if he knew.

But this was where she thrived. He understood now how wrong he’d been to allow her the physical distance;thathad been the worst mistake of his life. She belonged with him, beneath him, over him. She came to life when hands were on her, not just his but those she trusted—thosehechose to touch her.

Saturday night, at Levi’s place, was the furthest he’d ever push her boundaries. He was a man who loved seeing others cherishing his woman the same way he did, particularly when Sierra’s sexual history was fraught with derision and rejection. He was just aware how easily her mind slipped from enjoyment to shame, from willing submissive to unwilling slut.

But this… what they’d done here… he didn’t need to question himself, to wonder if he’d done the right thing.

The shift in her was tangible, physical.

It was hard to explain, even to himself, yet it was right there beneath him in the softness of her exhausted body. A calmness, stillness even, where usually a thin vein of chaotic thoughts undermined her confidence.

“How the hell have I never done this before?” Mack murmured, a touch of awe in his quiet voice. “That was some spiritual level shit.”

Liam smiled. “Did your soul take a road trip?”

“Something along those lines.” He stroked a hand reverently over Sierra’s damp hair, fondling the fine red strands. “Pixie, are you still with us?”

She responded with a super slow babble of slurred nonsense, then moaned.

“Our good girl.” Liam infused his tone with as much love and praise as he possibly could, peppering her sweat-slickedshoulders with kisses. Her skin twitched under the brush of his beard, the skim of his lips. “I think she learned her lesson, Mack.”

“I think she just learned how to push our buttons for very kinky sex,” Mack corrected, laughing when Liam arched an eyebrow. “Maybe it started as a punishment, but she came harder than both of us together.”

That was true. Perhaps he’d created a bigger brat—wouldn’t that be fun?

“She did, and we need to extricate ourselves before her pussy swells. There’s going to be some bruising as well.” Hating the idea of leaving such a snug haven, with his dick pressed tantalizingly against Mack’s, Liam heaved an exasperated breath and prepared to move. “Dibs on not cleaning up this mess.”

“Hey! You didn’t say we were doing dibs.”

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