Heat crept up Liam’s neck, but he didn’t look away. He just shook his head.
Jacob’s grip tightened. “That’s not good enough. Speak.”
Liam’s chest ached. “No,” he whispered. “I can’t even pretend with her anymore. Not when it’s you I want.”
A dangerous heat flickered in Jacob’s eyes, something wild and possessive breaking through. His voice was a low growl. “You want to be mine? Then take me.”
Liam didn’t get a single breath in before Jacob’s mouth crashed into his. Not a kiss—an assault, like he wanted to bite the truth back out of them both. Hands yanked at his belt, his jacket shoved halfway down his arms, trapping him.
He barely had time to think before Jacob spun him and pressed him chest-first against the wall. The impact knocked the wind out of him, but not enough to stop the sound that tore from his throat. Jacob’s hands yanked at Liam’s pants, shoving them down in impatient, jerking movements.
Liam braced both hands on the wall, heart hammering. “Here?” he choked out. “Jacob—someone could—”
“I don’t care.”
Liam heard the sound of a zipper and the harsh rustle of more clothes being shoved down. Then spit—wet and fast—before Jacob’s fingers slid between his cheeks and forced him open with ruthless precision. Liam hissed, biting his lip. It wasn’t gentle,it wasn’t meant to be, but his body welcomed it like it had been waiting all night.
“Fuck—” Jacob cursed. "You’re always so ready for me.”
Jacob gave him only the barest stretch of two fingers before they disappeared. The next instant, Jacob drove into him in one punishing thrust, spit serving as the only lube. Liam’s forehead hit the wall, a cry breaking free before he could choke it back. Pain blurred into pleasure in a rush so fast it almost buckled his knees.
“Jesus—Jacob—”
“You think I can go home and touch her after this?” Jacob snarled, breath hot against Liam’s neck. “Like I don’t think about you every fucking second."
Each thrust drove deeper, harder, until Liam’s breath broke with every single one.
Liam’s nails scraped the wall. “You’re still angry.”
“You’re goddamn right I’m angry.”
Another thrust—sharp and vicious.
“You ruined me,” Jacob hissed into Liam’s skin. “You—fucking—ruined me.”
Liam shivered all over as Jacob’s rhythm turned erratic and desperate. His hand slid around Liam’s front, wrapping around his cock in a tight, searing grip, stroking in time with each thrust, like he needed to own every last inch of him.
Liam’s moans grew louder—too loud. The kind of sounds that would be overheard by anyone passing by in the hallway. Jacob slapped a hand over his mouth, stifling the noises before they could escape. The muffled, helpless sounds only seemed to spur him on.
One brutal slam made Liam see stars. His body seized, pleasure tearing through him so violently he bit down on Jacob’s hand as he came. Jacob only growled in his ear and kept moving,fucking him through every pulse as Liam spilled hot and messy over his fist.
Jacob’s pace turned rougher, less controlled, and with a final, deep thrust he groaned into Liam’s shoulder. He felt every hot pulse as Jacob spilled inside him. The sensation left him dizzy, branded from the inside out, every twitch of Jacob’s cock sending another aftershock through him.
Liam let the wall steady him, his cheek pressed to the cold plaster. Jacob’s forehead rested between his shoulder blades, steadying himself against Liam’s back.
Jacob’s hand slipped from his waist, leaving a chill in its absence. When he withdrew, the truth of where they were—and who waited for them—hit Liam all at once. Reality crept back in like a cold slap. There was a party. Music. People who knew them. Wives who trusted them. He stayed motionless for a breath, then hastily fixed himself with shaking hands, chest tight with guilt.
“Are you okay?” Jacob asked.
Liam almost laughed. He was a fucking disaster. “Fine. You?”
Jacob stepped in, voice rough and quiet. “I wasn’t lying. You did ruin me.”
“Jacob—”
He held up a hand. “Later. I’ll go back first. Wait sixty seconds. Find a bathroom and get cleaned up before going back in.”
Then he was gone, but not before pressing one fast, final kiss to Liam’s lips.
