Page 125 of Lesson In Honesty

He smirked. “Didn’t say we weren’t, either.”

“Asshole.” Mack pouted in mock annoyance.

Liam stretched a bit further forward, mindful of Sierra beneath him, and kissed that sulky mouth until it curved. Shit, if he wasn’t careful, their girl was going to take a second ride on her Doms. “Relax. I’ll ask one of the cleaning crews to come over tomorrow and deep clean… fuck, everything in the vicinity.”

“Well, that’s mean. We have all the fun, they get the dirty work.”

“Trust me, with the money they get paid for doing the dirty work, they’ll be able to retire comfortably in about five years. Evander likes a clean house and he’s willing to pay for it.” Liam thought of his own bank account—one of the reasons he’d agreed to take the position here was how much it would increase in only a few months. Taking care of Sierra was a priority and, God help them, if one day he wasn’t there to do it, he wanted her to have the means at her disposal. “They’ll do a thorough job, probablybetter than we can do. Elias orders in some special products by the crate.”

Spying his shirt barely hanging on to the edge of the couch arm, Liam leaned over and snagged it. Minimizing the carnage might win him some bonus points with the crew. “I’m going to pull out and stem the flow. Can you get her up and to the bathroom, or do you need me to carry her?”

“Are you asking if I’m weak from an orgasm?”

“I was thinking more about having your soul ripped from your balls.” He ducked the half-hearted swipe at his head. “I’m considering logistics, that’s all. Sierra’s almost out of it, so she’ll be heavy. I want us all to be safe and not some weird after-sex bathroom accident statistic in the ER breakroom.”

“Why not? I love those statistics. Oh, and the X-rays of really weird shit in incredibly awkward places? They’re as fascinating as they are horrifying.”

“Oh God, don’t tell me you’re one of those kooks who spend hours scrolling through pictures of some guy with a Barbie doll up his ass?”

“Not hours scrolling,” Mack mused with a thoughtful expression. “I do waste considerable time pondering exactly how that doll gets there to start with, and why anyone considers them suitable for that kind of play. I mean, do they hold up a doll in one hand and a rubber dick in the other, then decide it’s an arm day?”

Liam snorted hard enough to irritate the back of his throat. Coughing, laughing, he straightened until his weight was off Sierra, setting his hand on her back for balance. “What the hell?”

“Or hairbrushes,” Mack continued, throwing a hand in the air. “What’s the deal with that? Can’t stick a hedgehog up there because, y’know, cruelty to animals and bestiality laws, so we’ll just use our imagination and use a hairbrush instead.”

“Hedgehogs?” Liam stared at him, too busy laughing to breathe.

“Andthen,” he added with dramatic flair, “there’s the freaking idiot who gave serious thought as to what his enema should consist of and went withconcrete.”

“No fucking way.”

“Mmm-hmm. Concrete in his rectum. That gives real meaning tohardass.”

Shock gave way to laughter once more. “Christ almighty, Mack, do you memorize this shit? Are you the one who gets encores at the Christmas party for reeling off the weirdest facts?”

“It’s the weird stuff that sticks with you.” Nodding sagely, he grinned. “Now are you gonna get your pencil dick out of our sub so we can get her into bed or just stay here all night stewing in our own—”

Gently, Liam eased out, eliciting a soft, perturbed moan from Sierra. His cock felt strange after being compressed in all that sweet, tight heat. “Don’t insult the dick. One day, you might find yourself in Sierra’s position.”

She shifted restlessly, whimpering as she tried to find a more comfortable position. Her legs were probably numb by now, he realized with a curse, and they needed to massage out the cramps before they bathed her.

Before he could mention it, Mack frowned, obviously reaching the same conclusion. Wrapping an arm around her waist, he lifted her slightly, letting his dying erection slip free.

Shoving the shirt between her legs—although it was tempting to watch their cum drip out of her—Liam took charge, scooping her up with his other arm to give Mack room to move.

Between them, they stretched her out on the carpet. Mack repositioned the shirt under her ass, then took her right leg as Liam grasped her left. As one unit, they carefully kneaded andmassaged her stiff muscles, gently rotating her legs at the hips first, then the knees.

She flapped her hands at them, adorable in her sleepy protests, then dropped her head to the carpet and hummed as the discomfort was painstakingly replaced with the soothing relief that came with aftercare.

By the time they reached her ankles and feet, she had a dreamy smile on her punch-drunk face.

“Maybe we should’ve made her come again. She normally sparks out.” Mack commented, pushing his thumb along her instep.

“Not always. We’ve used and abused her through some vulnerable moments the last couple weeks, and she and I haven’t exactly been overly intimate for a while. Expending emotional energy drains her faster.” Stroking a fingertip over the bridge of her toes, he smiled ruefully. “I love her when she’s like this. Half-aware, half not. Lost in that delirious headspace where the body’s still buzzing and the mind is drugged on its own hormones. There’s no stress, no pain, no doubts. Just existing in a happy bubble.”

Mack paused, uncertainty in his eyes. “Are you still going to want me if she gets pregnant? I mean, I know I’m not exactly a brilliant substitute for a baby, but—”

“You’re not a substitute for anything, Mack. We want you here with us. Our third heart, our lover, our husband when the time comes.” Liam reached over and grasped his neck in a fierce grip. “If we’re blessed with a baby, it’sourbaby. Yours and mine, Mack, regardless of whose sperm reached the egg first.”

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