Page 32 of Claiming Ours (Anchor Bay #2)

BAYLEE

I swallowed a whimper at the loss when Liam pulled his fingers free.

With a hand on my hip, he whirled me around, pressing my sweat-slick back to the warm glass.

Chin tipped up, I studied the tension lines on his face, the tight set of his lips.

But all that quickly disappeared, morphing into a euphoric expression when two glistening fingers slid past his lips.

“You taste like heaven, sweetheart. I think I could survive on your cunt alone and be happy forever.”

I swallowed hard, throat working with the movement.

“Baylee.” I glanced over my shoulder at where Memphis was lathering up beneath the spray. “Pretty sure your man is in pain after all our fun, something you could help relieve.”

I whipped back around, brows raised, feeling bad for forgetting about Liam’s needs. I had felt how hard he was against my ass on the couch, then again where it dug into my back, keeping me pressed to the glass just now.

“I’m fine,” Liam said around his fingers while shooting a death glare over my shoulder. “Don’t make her feel bad, asshole, if she doesn’t want?—”

I pressed a hand to the center of his chest. “But I do want to. I really do.”

And that was the truth.

For the first time in years, I finally felt free.

Uninhibited by the heaviness, the guilt and pain that weighed me down.

This bold, playful Baylee was the real me.

Earlier in the day with Liam, and now tonight broke me free from whatever held me back from fucking living.

Sure, I had toys, but all those orgasms felt hollow, leaving me even more lonely.

But with them, I was loved, cared for, their only focus.

And that was everything.

My sluggish mind shifted through all the possibilities. I needed to feel him between my thighs. After having his hard cock pressing against me all night, I longed to feel it where I wanted it most.

Fingers wrapped around his wrist, I guided Liam into the bedroom. He didn’t utter a word but followed obediently, which had a small smile pulling at my lips. After tonight, it was clear Liam needed control, but he allowed me to take over now.

It was comical, me maneuvering the massive man, positioning him exactly where I wanted him on the bed.

The mattress dipped as he sat, his gaze never leaving mine.

A single dark brow arched, but he still didn’t say anything as I worked the buttons of his shirt, exposing his wide, muscular chest. Standing between his spread knees, I slipped the shirt off his shoulders, my fingers exploring every dip and curve of his corded muscles.

His belt took several tries to loosen, but he didn’t get frustrated or take over.

After working it off and then undoing the buttons of his jeans, I pressed my index finger to the center of his sternum, urging him to lie back on the soft duvet.

Wearing a cocky smirk on his kissable lips, he complied, interlacing both hands behind his head, posing like a sexy calendar model.

Fisting the stiff denim, I inched his jeans over his hips, exposing his huge, hard cock.

I’d seen it earlier that morning, had it in my mouth and hand, but still blinked in shock at how big he was. Memphis’s cock was long and thick, but Liam was so wide it was almost intimidating thinking about it fitting inside me.

Almost as if he heard my internal thoughts, a calloused palm cupped my cheek and forced my gaze up to his.

“Not tonight,” he whispered, gray gaze flitting across my face. “But when we do, it will fit.”

A pitiful, desperate whimper escaped. I wanted him so fucking bad, wanted to feel that stretch if it was anything like how it felt with his fingers inside me.

I nodded. “I want to feel you there, even if it’s not all the way.”

His eyes widened a fraction. “Baylee.” One knee on the bed, I froze at his guttural tone. “I don’t trust myself to not take it further than we’re both ready for. Not with your cunt that close, so easy to take with one hard thrust.”

“I’ll be here.” My head jerked up. Memphis stood in the doorway with a towel wrapped around his waist, fingers clutching the top of the doorframe. “I won’t let you hurt her.”

Angling his head back, Liam stared at Memphis upside down. “Good. Thank you.”

With a confirming nod, Memphis strode into the room and came to stand beside me. “We’ve got you, Bay.”

Blowing out a breath, suddenly self-conscious, I continued crawling onto the bed.

Straddling his hips, I gazed down at Liam in wonder.

How had I gotten so damn lucky to find a man like him, protective and growly but utterly sweet and patient with me, and who understood my needs so effortlessly?

I didn’t deserve him, not even close, but I couldn’t walk away. Not when he made me feel alive.

Palms pressed to his firm pecs to steady myself, I let my knees slide out wide. A whimper sounded in my throat when I settled over him, his cock nestled between my slick lips. Large hands wrapped around my hips and tightened, fingers digging into my skin.

“Holy shit,” Liam panted as if he’d run a marathon. “Your cunt is so fucking hot and slick, and I’m not even inside you.”

The desperate urge to move had me shifting along his thick shaft until the swollen head tapped against my clit. My arms trembled as an electric bolt filtered through every cell at the contact.

“This feels so good,” I moaned, head tipped back and hair brushing along my spine. “Way better than my toys.”

A second later, the sound of a drawer opening and things being shifted around had me looking to where Memphis rummaged through my bedside drawer. He held up a tiny vibrator, one I loved for a quick release, in one hand and a purple dildo in the other.

“Our girl has been taking care of her own needs.” He clicked his tongue. “No more.”

“Unless it’s with us, those toys stay in that drawer, you hear me,” Liam growled.

Using the tight hold on my hips, he helped me slide along his cock faster.

His chest rose and fell in quick succession as his movements grew erratic.

One slide up had the head of his cock bumping against my entrance, almost pushing inside.

We both stilled. Our gazes locked.

With the slightest shift of his hips, the thick head of his cock pushed into my opening. A bolt of pleasure had me trembling and sinking even farther down to push him deeper.

“Memphis,” Liam snapped.

“Oh fuck, sorry. Distracted by toys.” He dropped both to the bed and moved to stand behind me. “None of that, Bay.” I whimpered as desperate tears flooded my lower lids. “None of that. This isn’t what you want.”

“Yes, it is,” I begged and shifted to push more of Liam into me.

Liam’s hold tightened, only to fall away completely and be replaced by Memphis’s.

He lifted me with ease, hovering me in the air.

“It’s not. Not for your first time, Baylee,” he whispered into my hair.

“Don’t talk us into that, please. We’ll do anything for you, but let us make your first time better than now.

So, can you be Liam’s good girl and just slide along his cock? ”

Fuck if I knew, but I wanted to feel him again, so I nodded.

“I’m in control,” Liam said through a tight jaw. “But stay right there, just in case.”

“Oh, I will, because I have an idea that will help our girl get off one more time and forget all about needing your dick stuffed inside her.”

Liam’s growl vibrated around the room. “Fucking hell, man, don’t say shit like that right now.”

“Sorry.” His tone said he was anything but. Though I totally forgot about all that when Memphis lowered me back down to Liam and shifted me so his stiff length was nestled between my lips again. “Let’s see how this thing works.”

Before I could process his words, a familiar vibrating sound came from the small silver bullet in his hand. Liam cursed and gripped my hips, starting the frantic sliding motion all over again, but this time not letting me move too far up to keep us out of dangerous territory.

“I’m fucking close,” he snapped. “Help her.”

My lids fluttered closed when Memphis positioned the toy over my clit and pressed down. My body jerked with the sensation that zipped up my spine from the contact. Head tossed back, I focused on the feel of Liam moving against me while the vibrator catapulted me toward another mind-blowing orgasm.

With a rasped scream, I came for the third time that night, though it was just as devastating as the others.

Liam’s hold turned almost punishing as he ground me against him, his own release hitting him hard.

Panting, unable to catch my breath, I jerked away from the vibrator, the sensation too much on my sensitive nub.

When Memphis moved it away, I fell forward, burying my face in Liam’s neck. I pressed a soft kiss to his skin as gentle fingers slid up and down my spine.

“You’re perfect, Baylee. In every way, you’re perfect. And mine.”

A throat cleared. “Ours?”

Liam’s grumble made me smile.

Ours.

I liked the sound of that, even if I had no idea of how it would work.

That was a worry for another day.

Brow furrowed, I searched the shallow cabinet for a third time. “Where the hell is that bottle?” I mumbled under my breath.

Glass clinked together as I shifted things around, but still the missing bottle of antibiotic didn’t magically appear.

I studied the mostly full one in my hand, knowing I opened it last week but had made a mental note that there was another bottle behind it.

Being where we were, supplies were often hard to get, and I kept at least one extra of everything stocked.

But where was that unopened bottle now?

“I finally feel human again.” I turned at Amy’s voice, distracting me from the mysterious missing antibiotic. “I swear I’m never drinking again.” She paused beside me and leaned against the barn wall. “Well, for this week anyway.”

“It’s Saturday,” I laughed.