No Holds Barred(18)

Liam swallowed at the memory of licking between her thighs, drawing those beautiful cries from her as she came against his mouth. Christ, he’d never imagined he’d have the chance to be with her like this. Nate couldn’t have shocked him more when he’d brought up the idea of a threesome earlier tonight.

Cait whimpered around his cock and took him deeper, her mouth drawing on him as her tongue stroked over the most sensitive spot. He groaned and tightened his grip on her hair, holding her in place to increase her arousal. He knew what Nate was like when it came to sex, so he wasn’t surprised Cait loved being dominated. But feeling her melt like that when they’d restrained her between them…holy hell, he’d never forget that flash of raw lust beneath the uncertainty in her wide blue eyes.

She whimpered as she drew on him, helpless little sounds he now knew meant she was getting close to the edge. When Nate put a hand on her hip to hold her steady, Liam reached down to cradle her breast and squeezed the taut nipple. Her breath caught on a soft cry. She began to rock between them, eyes closed tight, lost in her pleasure. So uninhibited and sensual, he couldn’t take his eyes off her.

Liam felt his own release building inside and gritted his teeth to hold back. “Sweetheart, you’re gonna make me come if you don’t stop,” he warned in a strained voice. She obviously loved being controlled during sex, but he wouldn’t force her to finish him off if she didn’t want to, let alone with her mouth.

But she surprised him again by making a mewling sound and taking all of him between her lips. He sucked in a breath and threw back his head, fighting for control. Behind her, Nate’s face grew taut as he thrust into her, harder now, nearing his own release.

Cait moved back and forth between them, her body rocking in a sinuous, hypnotic rhythm, her expression reverent. So damn beautiful. She made him ache. The feel of her mouth and tongue was incredible. But he wasn’t going to last.

“Cait,” he warned again, his control fraying.

She didn’t stop. If anything she drew on him harder, her little tongue caressing him so sweetly. Then a plaintive wail tore out of her throat as the orgasm rushed through her.

Liam hissed in a breath and released her hair, but she kept working him as the shudders wracked her. The pleasure built higher. He felt a low, primitive rumble in his chest as she took him, and then the climax exploded. His hand fisted in her hair again, holding her close as his hips jerked toward her. He barely heard Nathan’s hard groans over the blood roaring in his ears.

When he opened his eyes and looked down, Cait was still sucking him gently, hands splayed on his thighs to steady herself. He relaxed his death grip on her hair and stroked it tenderly, reverently. Blinking up at him with those pretty blue eyes, she sighed and gently released him, pressing her cheek to his stomach as she rested. If it had been any other woman he would have gathered her up against his body, but this was Cait—he didn’t want to overstep his bounds. She was Nate’s to comfort and take care of, and he couldn’t forget that.

“C’mere, baby.”

He looked up as Nate zipped his jeans and reached for her. Cait immediately turned toward him without a word and didn’t protest when he lifted her into his arms and headed for the master bedroom. Her head tucked trustingly into the curve of his shoulder, and her arms wound tight around his neck. Nate acknowledged him with a grateful nod, his eyes glowing with pride and male satisfaction. As they damn well should. Cait was an incredible woman.

Watching them, an empty ache blossomed in Liam’s chest. What would it be like to be loved like that? To be trusted so deeply and accepted for who he truly was? God knew he’d never found it. Probably never would.

As Nate walked past, the adoring look on his friend’s face eased something inside Liam. He was glad Nate realized he was holding a treasure.



Cait couldn’t look at Nathan as she lounged in his strong arms. She was afraid she might see hurt or reproach in his face. Her body was sated, tired, but she didn’t want to think about what she’d just done. Couldn’t face it yet.

He laid her on the bed and a moment later she heard water running in the bathroom. Her conscience started to prick at her, but she forced it back into her subconscious. There would be plenty of time to analyze and freak out over what she’d done later. Right now she only wanted to savor the satisfied glow humming through her body and bask in Nathan’s care. He was always attentive and caring after they made love, but tonight even more so.

Hard arms slid beneath her and lifted her again. “Into the bath with you.” He’d left the lights off, and she appreciated the added privacy it gave her. She slid into the hot water and closed her eyes while he sat beside the tub and stroked her hair. His tenderness comforted her. He didn’t seem jealous or mad, and he stayed silent as he touched her, maintaining the link between them and letting her process everything in her own time. She was grateful he wasn’t trying to talk about it yet. Tomorrow…she’d cross that bridge when she came to it.