The sound of men’s voices had him cursing under his breath. He went for his weapon, but Blue’s hand on his cheek firmed, forcing him to hold still. Matt held his arm.

“They have no idea we’re in here,” she mouthed.

He glanced at his partner. Matt’s eyes were dark with arousal and something else. Worry? Excitement? Liam didn’t have the mental capacity to figure it out right now. He trembled, torn between conflicting urges. Should he kiss Blue? Run for the door? Violence trickled along his spine. He needed to do something, or he was going to explode.

Suddenly, Blue went on her tiptoes and brushed his mouth with hers, deciding the matter. The murmur of voices faded as blood rushed to his head, then to his groin.

Fucking hell, he thought, dazed as he tasted her. She must have been sucking on some sort of mint. She coaxed his lips open, then slipped her tongue inside. Liam’s control snapped. He growled and crowded her up against the wall, devouring her mouth. He could feel Matt hard up against his right side, crammed in as they were in this back corner, and that just ratcheted his arousal higher. He put one hand on the wall and slid the other over her neck, but her damned hood was in the way. With another growl, he leaned back and jerked it off her head.

She made a sound that was not quite disapproval as chunks of short to medium dark hair spilled around her shoulders. She had some sort of funky punk cut. It suited her. “Did you have to do that?” she asked.

Liam snorted. “Yeah, I did.” He leaned in again, this time sliding his hands into her hair. She felt so tiny, he was afraid he would break her. He kissed her forehead, then her nose, gently.

“I’m not made of glass,” she said tartly.

Matt choked back a laugh and Liam sent him a glare, but then Blue grabbed his neck and dragged him back down. “Kiss me,” she demanded.

He obliged.

She moaned as his tongue swept inside, silencing her. He pushed her harder into the wall, slotting his leg between her thighs. He was off balance. Surprised. He would have fallen if Matt hadn’t been there. His best friend didn’t move as Liam kissed the hell out of the thief they’d caught. She grabbed his shoulders, giving back as good as she got. Liam nibbled her lower lip, then bit down gently and let her up for air. He didn’t want to stop, but he was startlingly aware of Matt watching them. She let her head fall back, eyes closed as she licked her lips. Liam’s cock jerked and he bent his knee a little more and thrust his hips into hers.

“My turn,” Matt rasped as he leaned over Blue.

Her eyes flew open. She stared at Liam, then shifted her gaze to Matt and smiled.

Matt’s breath huffed out and he moved in, not bothering to shove Liam aside. He kissed her with Liam’s face not ten inches away.

Holy fuck, Liam thought, not having the sense or the will to back off. Matt’s familiar body pushed into his, warm and solid. Liam slid an arm around Matt’s waist and anchored the three of them. The flashlight was dim and angled down in his pocket so he couldn’t see that well, but he could hear them. The wet sound of their lips moving made Liam tremble. He couldn’t bring himself to move.

“Yeah,” Matt whispered, kissing down her jaw.

Blue’s mouth was open and wet. Liam kissed her again before Matt could, deciding not to dwell on how insane this was.

“Don’t stop,” she whispered when he lifted away.

Matt grabbed her hair and put his mouth against her neck. It was the most erotic thing Liam had ever seen in his whole damn life.