Page 66 of Intolerable Bishop

I stood and walked around the back of the couch, where he’d stopped pacing. I crossed my arms and leaned my hip on the leather before saying anything. He was seething underneath the mostly calm façade, and I wanted it all.

“Yes, I like her. I didn’t think that I would, and I certainly didn’t plan for it, but you’re right, I do.”

He tossed his hands in the air and then stomped toward me. “Do you not care that this could tear all of us apart? Myles and Blake fucking her was bad enough.”

“Technically, they weren’t fucking her, which was part of the problem, and why someone needed to step in,” I said, and his lip pulled up in a snarl. I managed to keep my face lax, but my insides were rapidly turning to mush. I was pushing my luck, but I loved sitting on this edge with him.

“And technically, you’re mine,” Liam growled, and that was it, my cock might as well be a steel beam. Fucking hell, he was hot.

“I’m confused. Are you upset that this could ruin all of our friendships or that I have feelings for Ren?”

Liam stomped toward me, and my heart leaped into my throat with every step he took. I didn’t resist as he wrapped his hand around the back of my neck and crushed his lips to mine. Fuck he smelled good. His lips were demanding and almost hurt as he backed me up across the room. With a hard thud, we hit the wall, and his body pressed into mine. I shuddered, wanting every single bit of punishment I knew he could dish out.

Liam growled, and I opened for him, a jolt racing down my spine as his tongue battled with mine. The taste of scotch and dark spice was on his lips, and by the time he let me up for air, my chest was heaving. He had his hands braced on the wall on either side of my head as he glared into my eyes.

“What did I fucking tell you when we got serious,” he asked, and the rough gravel in his voice had sweat breaking out on the back of my neck, my hands itching to rip his shirt off.

“I know what you said, but what if I told you that I broached the idea of the two of us having her, and Ren seemed…interested.”

“I’d say it was fucking wonderful…if you didn’t have feelings for her.” He slammed his fist beside my head, but I knew he wouldn’t hit me. This was him. This was what was hidden under the quiet and calculating exterior, and when it came to us, he made Nash look like a sweet, cuddly kitten.

Taking a chance, I grabbed his hips and pulled him into me. “Nothing has changed between us.”

“Everything has changed. The entire hierarchy is changing right before our eyes. You never should’ve stuck your dick in her.”

“Maybe, maybe not, but I’m willing to bet you would’ve done the same. I know your looks, and I’ve seen the way you glance at her ever since your snow escapades.” He didn’t dispute me, and I knew he wouldn’t either. “You’re curious to know what she tastes like. You want to know if she’ll obey you and if you can make her scream.” I rubbed against him, and the muscles in his jaw twitched as he held himself back.

“I know I can make her scream. It’s everyone else involved that’s the problem.”

I shook my head. “Myles will do whatever she wants, and my brother is the same.”

“Your face says otherwise,” Liam said.

“Blake is madder at himself than he is at me.” Liam pushed away, and I watched him march across the room and back again, his eyes focused on whatever he was calculating in his mind. “Don’t you want to know what she’ll look like with both of us taking her at the same time?”

His eyes darted up to mine. “You really think Ren would go for that?”

I shrugged. “Ren’s exploring herself, her body, her likes and dislikes.” Stepping away from the wall, I stalked him, craving his touch, but I had to play it cool. Being with Liam was like dancing a waltz. You had to know all the steps to keep things exciting. “And I have to give her credit. She’s not afraid to go for what she wants.”

“Your feelings are strong enough to risk everything, including us?”

Picking up my glass of scotch, I took a sip and tossed my glasses on the table. Liam’s eyes flared with desire as I drank down the scotch like he had and undid the top buttons on my dress shirt.

“What I know is that there is nothing in this life worth gaining without taking a risk. I’m pretty sure it was you who taught me that.” Pulling my shirt out, I finished undoing the buttons and let the material open to show off my hard abs, and his eyes were instantly drawn to the gap. “I took a risk for you. I’d take another for you both.”

“The odds are not in our favor,” he said, placing a hand on the back of the couch and jumping over so he could sit in front of me.

“Don’t you always say the longest shots reap the greatest rewards?” I shrugged the shirt off and tossed it aside. Liam’s tongue traced his bottom lip, and I knew he was in. He just needed to say that he would push his chips to the center of the table.

“You know I play for keeps,” Liam said, undoing the button on his jeans. I nodded. “Fine, get on your knees and show me how much you want this to happen.” With a quick tug, his zipper slid down, and I could see his cock through the narrow opening.

I’d just won the jackpot.

JUNE 19 – MONDAY 6:30 PM

Theo

I wasn’t getting the smell of fast food out of my upholstery for months, if ever. I glanced in my rearview mirror at the pile precariously sitting on my backseat and cringed. Why did we need this much food? I was pretty sure Myles was making me bring this much as payback, but since today was the first time I’d heard from him since we ran from Canada, I would get what he requested.