“Stop pacing.” Liam looked up to see Cameron making his way around the room once more.

“I said I can’t help it.” Cameron threw him a look.

“The last time you said that, you made everything a lot worse.”

There was no blame in his voice. Hell, Liam knew that if it had been him in that hallway, he would have started it. He would have started it, and it would have been Cameron who joined in. They could have ridden her together, moaning in that way that still made his breath come short a month later—a month in which they had become increasingly snappish. Trips to bars, to clubs, had all yielded nothing. Oh, there was no shortage of women who might take them up on their offer, and a few of them who had suggested it before they even got the chance…but there was no one they wanted.

They wanted her. Her. Lily.

The doorbell rang, and Cameron didn’t even pause in his pacing. A few seconds later, it rang again.

“Go get that,” Liam said softly.

“Why?”

“Make yourself useful, and go get that.” Liam did not raise his voice. He rarely raised his voice. But it had the desired effect nonetheless; Cameron left, and Liam was free to return to his work.

It wasn’t long before the buzzer rang.

“Yes?” God in heaven, what now?

“Boss... ” It sounded like Cameron was smiling. “I think you might want to come see this. In the bedroom.”

He knew what that meant, knew it in an instant. But it wasn’t possible. It wasn’t… He took the steps two at a time, heart pounding, flinging open the door to the bedroom and shuddered with what he saw there.

She was naked, the warm glow of the lamps glinting off her alabaster skin. He could see where Cameron’s fingernails were dragging along her back, leaving pink scratch marks. She looked over when he came in, her eyes hazy with desire, and he saw the invitation clear in her eyes before Cameron pulled her head back to his for another kiss. A coat was pooled on the floor nearby, and she was barefoot—the same way she’d left.

It was more like her to do that. She wasn’t a woman who seduced in heels, with red lipstick, or a woman in a schoolgirl outfit, playing at innocence. She was innocence, a desire so pure he hardly wanted to touch her. He took a deep breath and settled into one of the chairs. He wouldn’t touch her. Not yet. They looked over at him, Cameron’s hair honey gold in the light, hers deep brown and silky against her pale skin.

“Liam?”

The sound of his name on her lips made him shudder, but he smiled.

“I want to see you with Cameron.” And he did. What Cameron could do with his mouth, bringing women to the edge, making them beg and moan, was what Liam wanted to see now, and his blood raced when she blushed.

“I…you want to watch?”

She was the most exquisite thing he’d ever seen. He beckoned to her, and she came to nestle in his lap, still blushing.

“Listen to me, Lily. I want all of you. And I’m going to have you.” His fingers parted her thighs and slid inside her, to the hot wetness he’d dreamed about for weeks, waking in a torment. “I’m going to take you every way you can imagine…and more.” His fingers twisted and she whimpered with pleasure. “Right now? I want to see you with Cameron. I want to watch him take you, and watch you learn to respond.” He pulled her head close for a kiss, and she moaned again. But she needed no more impetus. She wanted Cameron. How could she not?

She returned to him with a self-conscious glance over her shoulder that said that she knew he was watching her, and she was self-conscious. Liam smiled, settling back in his chair. He wanted to see her break—oh, not the rough break of a struggle, of forcing, but of a woman surrendering completely to pleasure. Women did not give themselves up like men did…not unless they had Cameron’s hands on their body, and his tongue between their legs, and the promise of Liam riding them until they came.

He watched while Cameron laid her down on the bed, saw the brief, and whispered words of reassurance. Did she remember the pain she’d felt before? She would only feel it once more. Cameron’s head dropped, trailing kisses down between her breasts and onto each hipbone, his fingers already playing, lazily, between her legs. When he began, tongue and lips moving slowly, Liam saw her arch. He remembered the feel of her on his fingers, so wet, so tight, and so hot. He was rock-hard, already clenching the arms of the chair while she put her hands over her mouth to stifle the sound.

“I want to hear you.” The command came without his volition, and she rolled her head to look at him, brown eyes soft with need. She was whimpering, biting her lip, moaning when Cameron slid his fingers into her. She opened her mouth on a breathy cry. “Good girl.” He felt himself throb, and saw her eyes flutter closed in desire.

It was a few minutes before she began to beg, but Liam had been waiting for it. He knew her, had known her the second she kissed him back, brushing her fingers over his hardness. She was responsive, unable to hide her own desire. She wanted to please. And when Cameron commanded her, with his mouth and his hands, to writhe her hips and plead with him, promise him anything if only he’d give her more… It was everything Liam had dreamed of.

He felt the familiar stab of possessive envy when Cameron slid into her to the hilt, Lily arching and crying out, pain and pleasure intertwined. Cameron would have her first, and Liam would always envy him that. But Cameron was the sweet one, the one who would hold her while she came. The one who wanted her pleasure as much as she wanted his. Cameron was the right choice, and Liam would always remember the sight of them, her lost in pleasure, hips beginning to move by instinct and need alone.

She learned quickly; she must have tightened around him, for Cameron gasped as he moved inside her. He guided her fingers down between her legs, showing her how to please herself, and her cries were coming faster, breathy. She came in a rush that surprised even her, burying her face against Cameron’s shoulder and crying out: yes, yes, yes…

She was still in his arms for a few moments, nuzzling against him, offering her mouth and moving her hips against him as he took it. Cameron was shuddering in the aftermath of pleasure, his muscles taut. When he rolled away, not wanting to crush her fragile form underneath him, she rose on one elbow to kiss him. Liam did not need to see her face to know she was smiling. When she looked back, he beckoned to her, and she came at once.

Obedience. It made his breath come short.

“Do you…do you want…” She fumbled for the words. Her skin was still flushed. “What do you want?” She asked finally, and she smiled when she saw his pleasure.

“Have you ever used your mouth on a man?” He asked her, and she shook her head shyly.

This would be interesting. But the thought of her learning, on him…Liam stood and stripped off his shirt. He held her gaze as he kicked his boots off, and stood still for her to undo his belt and his pants, slide them down with his briefs. When he kicked them away, she looked at him, uncertain, and he took her hand while he settled back into the chair. He enjoyed the flare of pleasure in her eyes at the sight of him.

“Kneel.” A command, but his desire made it smooth, and she complied at once. On the bed, Cameron shifted to watch them, his brown eyes heavy lidded, a smile on his face.

“I don’t know how,” she whispered, and he could feel her breath on him.

“Experiment,” he told her, and God help him, he nearly lost it at the first touch of her lips. She licked over the head of him, flicking her tongue across the most sensitive part, jerking her head up when he groaned. He managed to nod, and she did it again, circling, licking. She grew more bold, taking as much of him as she could in her mouth, until he was slick with it. She gasped when he drew her away.

“Not…like this. I want to come inside you.”

The sight of the pleasure in her eyes made him want to pull her down onto the chair and have her right then, but he had other plans. He led her to the bed, and when she lay down, he guided her to turn over, and pulled her up onto her hands and knees.

“Like this.”

“I don’t understand.”

“You will.” He parted her with his fingers and slipped inside, moving slowly for a few thrusts until her hips, too, began to move. He guided her up, kneeling, and turned her head for a kiss, still moving, deep and slow, inside her. It took all he had not to press her down into the mattress and ride her hard, but that would come later. Now, he was guiding her back to the peak of her pleasure, and she was responding.

Cameron joined them, stirring back to hardness as he knelt before her and set his fingers moving between her legs. Pinioned between the two of them, the sweet pleasure of Cameron’s fingers and the feel of Liam sliding into her, Lily trembled. Her mouth was pliant under Liam’s, her fingers reaching out to wrap around Cameron’s cock, stroking him while he groaned with pleasure.

He had wanted to take his time, but he felt her trembling on the edge again already, and he lost himself in the hot, sweet clench of her muscles around him. She cried out when she felt him come, and he poured into her as she tipped over the edge as well, one hand on his hip, the other still stroking along Cameron’s cock, bringing him toward the pleasure she was promising for later that night. They collapsed, the three of them, Liam still inside her, his fingers clenched on her hip, and she made a sleepy sound of contentment, nestling back against him.

“Perfect,” she whispered.