with a clarity Kade doubted and yet this was Liam Stone. There was never a time he wasn't 100 percent in control.
“You have no fucking clue what you're doing, Stone. Now fucking fight.” He went full on at Liam and had been just about to take him down when the atmosphere around them changed.
“Stop it.”
Kade knew she was there a split second before she spoke and so did Liam. Both of them were uncannily accustomed to detecting threats in their subconscious, and fuck it, Olivia was a threat. To both of them.
“Stop it, you're hurting him.” In other circumstances Kade would have laughed. Him hurt Liam? He would die for the man in a heartbeat; didn't she know that?
Kade allowed himself to be pushed back when she flattened her palm on his chest. He took another step back and away from them as she inspected Liam's face. He had a bruise on his cheek but then so did Kade.
He looked down to where she had touched him, his skin scorching, his blood roaring. He should walk away but he couldn't move.
Instead, he stood there, flexing his fists as her scent wafted to him. She wore what was clearly Liam's T-shirt, it was big and just about covered her ass. Her hair was a tousled mess; her eyes had looked strained from crying.
She was still suffering the repercussions of what would have happened if he hadn't been there when she decided to do a rescue mission on her own with only John as her backup. Kade respected the man for being ex-army, but there was a certain honor in John, he lacked the true ruthlessness required to deal with Nunzio’s men that would have cost her life.
He let go of the thought of Glenn finding her there in her friend's unit in Nunzio's compound without him or Liam at her side. He balled his fists and wanted to rip off more heads. Liam had mirrored his feelings exactly when he had told him what had happened.
If anyone had so much as hurt a strand of her hair, he and Liam would have taken down the whole outfit overnight.
He watched as Liam cupped her face, assuring her that he was okay before he lowered his lips to hers. Kade didn't need to see the expression on her face to know the surprise that registered there. He saw it in her body. The way she seemed torn between giving in to Liam's insistent display of affection and mindful that Kade stood there and watched.
His blood pumped as hard as his cock as Liam's hands slipped to her lower back, slightly raising the fabric of the T-shirt, enough to reveal a shadow of her ass. He clenched his jaw as Liam became more aggressive, pulling her to him, lifting her until she could feel the hardness of her husband's cock on her pussy, and all Kade wanted to do was slide his between her ass cheeks, parting her until he could see the sweet rosebud of her ass, until he could own that part of her. And he knew Liam was as hard as he was.
“Liam,” he heard her say breathlessly, trying to ease out of his arms, once again aware she was being watched.
He wanted to walk away. He needed to walk away.
Instead, he closed his eyes knowing exactly how wet and hot she'd be. How they could both sink their fingers into her as deep as they'd wanted and be rewarded with her silky tight heat.
“I think it's time for the first phase of your punishment, sweetheart,” Liam murmured softly against her cheek, but he kept his gaze on Kade the whole time. She seemed to hesitate as if she wanted to protest, but in response, Liam whipped off the T-shirt she wore and flung it across the ring before he spun her around, his hands on her arms keeping her in place in front of him as he presented his wife to Kade.
Kade stopped breathing as his gaze slid down her body. She was hot perfection. Hips meant to fill their hands, legs that were meant to be wrapped around his and Liam's waists. Fuck, even her feet were the prettiest he had ever seen.
Fuck.
Walk away, Tremayne.
He knew he had to leave. For Liam's sake he had to leave. It was clear she loved him even if Liam refused to believe it.
It was as if Liam had orchestrated this himself. That he had telepathically summoned her to mess with him, to