Page 51 of Destructive Truths

Once we break through the crowd, Liam leads us down the hall towards his room.

He pushes through the door, and I guide Saoirse in by placing my hand on her lower back.

I can tell the second she enters the room that she’s never been in here before because her eyes scan the full width of the cabin as she takes in Liam’s open plan space.

When we were younger, this was two rooms—a games room equipped with a full-sized pool table and arcade games and a master bedroom with an en suite.

After Liam moved out here—when he turned eighteen—Oliver and Liam knocked the wall into the adjoining bedroom and made it into one massive man cave with full-length windows overlooking the mountains.

It’s pretty sick, to be fair, not that I’d ever tell him that.

Stepping from my touch, Saoirse waltzes farther into the room with her head held high. Her shoulders roll back with a new air of confidence. Her eyes travel over the space, and she reaches out, running her palm along the edge of the pool table as she steps towards Liam.

She’s changed in the few weeks she’s been here, learning to stand firm as she prepares for her new role and lifestyle—and fuck me, it’s hot as fuck watching her transform into a phoenix, rising from the ashes and claiming her rebirth.

Suddenly, her eyes fixate on Liam—resting against the pool table—and she steps between his legs. His arms circle her waist, and he draws her into his chest.“So, this is where you spend all your time.” She tilts her chin towards him, flashing him a smile that coils my stomach and sets my possessive side alight.

“When I’m not in the gym or with you.” Liam shrugs his shoulders. “Beibhinn got her library, and I got this place.”

Ignoring their little display of affection, and the vile taste it brings, I cross the room and lower myself onto the couch.Sitting back, I pull out my cigarette case and extract a pre-rolled joint. Once it’s lit, I sit back, drop my head to the cushion and indulge in the high. Pull after pull, I wait for Liam to ease Saoirse into the game they want to play. Suddenly, low moans draw my gaze towards them, and I watch as Liam’s fingertips trail down Saoirse’s spine before gripping her arse. He moulds her to his chest as he grinds his cock against her.

My tongue swipes across my bottom lip, both hating that he can pull those tiny moans from her but also delighting in the fact she’ll soon be screaming my name louder than she’s ever screamed his. Pulling my phone from my pocket, I connect it to Liam’s sound system via Bluetooth, and then I open my Spotify app, pressing play on my favourite playlist.

Within seconds, the sultry bass of “Who Do You Want” by Ex Habit floods the room from the overhead speakers. Next, I push myself from the couch and close in on them, interrupting their little bubble when I step behind Saoirse. Brushing her hair over her shoulder and lowering my mouth to her neck, her head rolls back, elongating that delectable neck to give me better access.

“Is this okay, love?” Usually, I would take what I want, but this is her first experience with two guys, and I need to know if she’s on the same page.

Her rapid breath forces her chest to rise and fall, but after a second, she nods her head.

Liam shifts slightly, roaming his hands up her waist until they meet the thin shoulder straps of her minidress. “Use your words, darlin’.”

Cranking her neck, her wide but eager eyes dart between us both. Then she draws in a heavy inhale and straightens her spine. “Yes.”

My teeth graze her neck in approval. “Good girl.”

Green light given, Liam plucks the straps of her dress off her shoulders as I reach for the silver zipper that runs the length of her spine—starting between her shoulder blades and stopping at the curve of her arse. Taking my time to unfasten the dress, I gently ease it down until it’s completely open, exposing her olive skin. “If you want us to stop at any point, love. Just say so. You’re in charge.”

“Okay.”

The dress falls to the floor, pooling around our feet. Saoirse steps out of the material. Then, with a quick swipe of my foot, I kick it to the side, out of the way.My hands are on her in an instant, tracing the curve of her spine as I drop to my knees behind her. A quick glance at Liam and I see he’s lowered his head to her breasts, teasing her nipples with his tongue. When my palms glide over her arsecheeks, her spine arches, pushing her tits into him further, and I bask in the moan that escapes her lips.

The need to be the one who tears her greedy moans from her lips almost undoes me, so I carry on with my exploration and tease the length of her legs with a brush of my hands. Shifting her hips back slightly, I rest her arse against my face as Liam leans forward, following the flow of her body, keeping his mouth on her at all times.

Next, I wrap my hands around her outer thighs, sit back on my heels, and then bury my face between her thighs. My tongue traces over the material of her bright-purple thong, making her thighs clench, caging my face, and I fucking delight in the affection.

A loud moan ripples from her as I lap at the wet patch dampening the lace. Pulling back just enough to allow me to get her thong off, I mumble, “Need these fucking gone, mo bhanríon.” Raising my hands to her hips, my fingers curl around the tiny strings that hold it in place. Next, I comb the material downwards until it gathers around her heels. One and then the other, she lifts her feet until she fully steps out. Gathering the lace, I tuck the scrap of fabric into my back pocket for later. “That’s a good girl.”

My hand travels to her cunt, cupping her pussy as I stand to my feet. Wrapping one hand around her hair, I pull her head back as my other hand teases her dripping folds. Liam laps at her chest, dotting tiny red marks along her tits, and something feral creeps through me, begging me to show her who she belongs to.

Without so much as a warning, I thrust two fingers inside her. Feeling me between her legs, Liam brings his attention to her clit, pinching the little pink bud between his fingers.

Saoirse clamps down on my digits. “Oh shit. That’s, eh, fuck! So good.”

Curling my fingers, I rub against her G-spot, applying the right amount of pressure to make her legs shake. Releasing my hold on her hair, my hand fastens around her throat, denting her perfect skin with my bruising touch. My mouth falls to her ear. “Come for me, love,” I whisper, drawing her earlobe into my mouth with a flick of my tongue. “Let him hear you scream my name.”

My fingers plunge deeper, and I slide them out slowly before forcing them back in and hitting her right where I know she needs me.

“Rohan.”

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